Open (❣️ ) Judging ( ) Open for Teen fiction and Sci fi LGBTQ Humour and Chicklit Werewolf and vampire Action and adventure For judges - All slots are open Hey, there The Booker Awards is back wth it's 2026 edition Awards are a great medium to get your book to be discovered and read by many. I introduce the booker awards for all those talented writers who wish to get. their books to be popular and get more readers. Here enter your books and get exciting prizes.

🥂✨️Welcome to The Nano Watt 2026! In this fourth hosting of our annual award we continue to celebrate the brilliant and dynamic stories of our authors, providing a stage for recognition and victory! This year we cordially invite all writers to The Nano Watt Golden Ball to dance the night away for a chance at glory! Under the golden hue of the dying sun, waltz, tango, shimmy artfully and in delight, with sparkling champagne on your lips. Oh gentle ladies and gentlemen, such honour awaits! ✨️🥂 The Nano Watt 2026 is brought to you by The Nano Watt. The Nano Watt Crowning Excellence! Please note that The Nano Watt 2026 only accepts submissions in English. Thank you. 🥂🏆🥂 Disclaimer: @TheNanoWatt is a user-run profile and is not affiliated with the official Wattys profile (@TheWattys), @Wattpad nor any of the many ambassador run profiles.

22 Degree Halo- When a rainbow like ring appears around the sun or moon, 22 degrees away. ~~~ Dive into this mythical mini awards to celebrate scribes, writers, and typers. Come as you are and leave as you will! But, don't hesitate to join~ After all, they say the sky's the limit. Here though, there are no limits. Let yourself run free! Open ( ) Judging (🌈) Closed ( )

Book 2 She entered the horror game once. Now the game remembers her. Yazmina Fleur De la Vega isn't just a player trapped inside a nightmare anymore-she's a glitch the factory can't predict. The halls feel tighter. The silence feels louder. And the "experiments" aren't acting like mindless monsters now. As Yazmina digs for the truth behind the factory's creation-and the minds that may still be pulling the strings-she begins to realize something worse than being hunted: Someone wants her to stay. Because she isn't the hero. She isn't the victim. And she was never meant to last this long. The deeper she goes, the harder it becomes to tell what's real... and what was built to break her. Stay sharp. Something is waiting.

Yazmina Fleur De la Vega. A brilliant yet dangerously unhinged doctor, she finds herself trapped in a horror game she once played-a world where monstrous experiments roam, and every step could be her last. But Yazmina isn't here to run. She isn't here to save anyone, either. She's here to watch. To learn. To play. Will she become the prey, scrambling for survival? Or will she turn the tables and become the hunter instead? Read at your own risk. --- This is an original story inspired by Poppy Playtime. While elements of the game serve as inspiration, this plot, its twists are uniquely mine. No plagiarism will be tolerated. To all Poppy Playtime fans-I hope you enjoy this thrilling reimagination! Stay sharp. You never know what's lurking in the dark.

Welcome to the Triquetra Awards! Here, your stories will be judged fairly and with kindness. Join the fun! STATUS: COMPLETELY FULL! There are no spaces left! CURRENTLY JUDGING: Horror & Paranormal

This is Alienated, a passion project of mine. Story summary- Chris and Carol meet on a cheap spaceline as they both travel for work. Their first impressions arent stellar and personalities clash. However once they are marooned on an alien planet in completely different environments they must find each other in order to get off this planet. Will they be able to make their way through this new world unscathed or will they die trying to escape? This is the first time im posting here so i apologize if the summary isnt amazing haha 😅 Its basically a survival science fiction story that I have based off the concepts of subanutica (alien underwater survival game for those who dont know) and have been building it from there! Hope all enjoy!

Once, the world still meant something. People weren't hollow strangers, trust wasn't a cruel illusion, and freedom flowed as freely as water. Now drinkable water is scarce-and freedom even scarcer. Every step forward costs more than I can give, yet I keep moving, even when surrendering to the endless night would be easier. Why do I keep pressing on through these familiar alleys and shadowed corridors, where only death or desolation waits? Why am I carving these words into the crumbling face of an old concrete wall? When did my hand turn black? And how long ago did it become too late to turn back? ---------------------------- Yoooooo! What's up liminal lovers and clinical schizos! This is a rewrite of a story I made in the past that will likely have a different plot and generally be a thousand times better! Thanks to @_pepperleaf for being my amazing editor! Anyway enjoy the story, Love you guys! -LiminalOne