Not Your Mother's Publishing House.

You’ve got that look—the one that says “I’ve got words in me that burn.”

We’re always looking for rogue writers, shadow artists, digital delinquents, and chaos-driven creators who want their work to live in the strange, smoke-filled halls of Odd Ink Society. This isn’t freelancing. This is family. (The weird, non-hugging kind.)

Pitch us a twisted party game. A how-to nobody should legally follow. A murder mystery with teeth. A side hustle guide that actually works. Or just send us something strange and beautifully broken. If we dig it—we’ll help you sell it.

💌 Send your samples, half-ideas, or complete conspiracies to submissions@oddinksociety.com