Pink Widgets Novels & Stories

I should’ve been prepared for the pink princess bathroom. The walls and vanity were soft pink. The sink, toilet, and tub were white. The floor, shower, and sink were white marble with gold veins, and all the hardware was gold. The pink aside, it was a nice bathroom, and I appreciated the glass shower surround because even though the glass was steamed, I could easily see the outline of Hana’s naked body facing away from me.

I flashed him a smile, heading back to whisk myself under the sheets. “Take it wherever you’re going. It’s a protective jade.” He yelled behind me. “Yes, sir!” It was impossible to carry such a stone all around. It had edges that fit up to a hexagon and a weird drawing of a yin-yang symbol, supposedly. The whole school would definitely think I’m some shaman trying to hold the females into some kind of fraternity. I walked past the monochrome-colored tiles, dropping the newspaper collection and the weird-looking stone on the dining table.

' I stared at Jack's clumsy explanation and replied simply, 'It's fine. Colin's birthday was two months ago. His sudden obsession with pink had started only a month back. Another excuse full of holes. Looking around at the pink couch cover beneath me, I finally sent a message to my assistant. 'Find out what Colin's been up to.' Once that was done, I took a slow look around the house at all the pink things scattered everywhere. From the smallest utensil to the largest piece of furniture—even the curtains—everything pink seemed to crawl across my skin, filling me with a wave of unease and disgust.

After greeting the two busy gamers, I sat down with Pink Ranger and kept her company. Though Gray would never reveal her best friends' secrets to me, she talked about them all the time. Which meant I was aware of the basics when it came to each one of them. Like I knew that Pink Ranger worked in Acanthis, an international shipping and logistics company based in our city. A successful business that her girlfriend (who was currently screaming childish profanities at our TV) was set to inherit in the future.

But before anyone could ask a gloating Portia what the meeting was all about, the door to the meeting room slammed open. And in stormed Daniel Winters. His eyes narrowed to slits as he made his way in, ignoring everyone who greeted him. Portia cocked her head and puckered her bright pink sausage lips. Of late, the lady was obsessed with the colour pink. She had on an extremely revealing pink bodycon dress that barely covered her augmented breasts, eye blinding pink nail extensions and a shocking pink Hermes Birkin handbag that house her little pup, who, no surprise had dyed pink ears.

"As we all know, the farming group depends on what we foragers gather around, your job is to bring back seeds, plants or anything that could help them keep the plants here alive. Your assignment today is to go out there and get me plants. Remember to keep an eye out for a good water spot that isn't contaminated. Those who come back with plants will graduate and become standard Foragers but those of you that come back empty handed would- well you will help the community in other ways." He pauses to stare at each and everyone of us and continues. "You all know your partners, you have till the end of the day to submit your plants. You may all go." We all rise and head to the big gates which sep

Estel POV “It’s pink,” Ada, my wolf, grumbled. When I pulled into the circle drive, we could see into the giant windows along the front of the once forgotten resort hotel. It was atrocious. It looked like the inside of a pepto bismol bottle. It was painfully pink. Who the hell paints walls this color? Not even an accent wall, but all the walls, from floor to ceiling. And then the ceiling’s dirty glass skylights were reflecting the offensive pink back, the sunlight sneaking in giving the higher part of the wall the image of being scribbled over with a highlighter.

“Shaelith doesn’t like pink. I try to get her what she prefers.” The woman scoffed. “Who’s their father?” I blinked, confused. “Sorry?” “It’s obvious you’re raising the devil’s children, Which child dislikes pink?.” The words hit harder than a slap. I swallowed the rising anger, forcing my voice steady. “Can I please just get the black ones too?” Her face remained unmoved. “I’m sorry. We only sell the pink.” That was a lie. I could see the black version sitting neatly on a shelf behind her, but she made no move toward them. She was making a point, a cruel, unnecessary one.

I asked “We are, we’re currently deciding the colors we’re going to be using for the pastels.” “No, we were completely talking about something else.” I replied chuckling. “Well sometimes we need a distraction so we can rest our fragile minds and clear the atmosphere. We’ve discussed the color, and I think we should use pink since it’s your favorite.” “Yes, and we can add blue too since it’s alpha Aiden’s favorite color.” “What? No— you don’t have to..” “We could add a little bit of broken white for balance.” “Yes, it definitely will be something.”

Evelyn POV After a while, the door stopped banging and I stepped away from it since I was blocking it by pulling the knob. I took a breath of relief and walked away from the Pink door. I cringed internally, even the PINK color is triggering me now. I hate PINK now. I passed by a good distance between both those doors. I thought the PINK Door won't be much threatening but it sure is. What is it even representing? Love? Like? Cherry blossom tree? Ah no it had roses. The flower I hate too now.