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Her phone lit up, “Holy shit, I’ve been sponsored by several art suppliers as I’m a finalist.” The message read… Congratulations: D.R. Dares, On becoming a finalist in the National Young Artists Competition. To assist you in completing your ten ‘Vulnerability’ art pieces, please use the care packages that will arrive with new art supplies to make things easier and more accessible for all our finalists.

the caller said. I was stunned for a moment when I heard his voice because it was Oliver. How did he know my—oh yeah, probably because of Matthew. I immediately stood up. "Yes, speaking," I replied. "I just wanted to ask if you've started writing," he asked in a monotone but polite voice. "Actually, I haven't," I honestly answered. Please end the call. I was pacing back and forth in my small living room. "Please do start writing now because we have already decided to enter your work, Mr. Wright, into a competition that will happen in three weeks from now." Say what? I stopped walking, a competition?

"September fourteenth." One day after the contest deadline. She noted this with the part of her mind that catalogued things before deciding what to do with them. The timing was not coincidence—Cornelius's lawyers would have known the contest, known the deadline, known that September thirteenth was the date by which she needed to have uploaded one hundred and fifty thousand words to a serialized fiction platform to compete for a prize that was, to them, irrelevant. They had set the hearing for the day after on purpose, a small, calculating additional pressure. It was the kind of move that was not illegal and not dramatic, communicating in its sheer precision that they had been paying very clo

I told him I’d be in Miami until February, and technically that wasn’t a lie until I won the contest. The script writing contest that is. “Vessels of the Tide” won first place. I submitted it on a whim before I lost my balls, and suddenly—bam. First prize, full stage production, and they wanted me on the production team. Me.. Not someone more seasoned. fucking hockey captain who was nothing more than an arrogant jock few months ago.

"Well, my beloved best friend, I have great news from your dream university. Go ahead and open it." I excitedly opened it and my eyes widened as soon as I read what was on it. It's an invitation to a writing contest from the university. "Oh my gosh! How'd you get this?" Xander fumbles with his hands, "I went there to visit my brother and I was about to leave when I noticed some people crowding at a table. I went to take a closer look and saw that it's a signup contest about writing, it says that anyone can join, even outsiders. I know how you love writing and considering that is your dream school... I signed you up there and they gave me this."

I rushed inside, crossing the corridor to quickly stash my belongings in my locker. "The Full Moon Contest!" I whispered, grabbing hold of the advertisement. The contest was scheduled for this upcoming full moon, targeting those who had recently turned 18 or were even older. It was set to take place in a few weeks, during which the school would be focusing entirely on our werewolf activities.

Especially when they started digging. Her gaze shifted to the table, and she picked up the second note. It was folded. With a deep breath, she carefully unfolded it and began to read. The words on the page were not Edmond's; they were handwritten by someone else. It was familiar. So April looked at the last part of the note. The only thing in the note that seemed to be typed out. “May Wolfe, Grade 8. Winning submission for the 'The Pen Is Mightier Than the Sword' contest.” April read out loud.

It’s Drew. Shit. I knew it He’s probably watching me from somewhere. He probably knows what I’m up to and has reported it to Aaron. I shakily picked up the call. “Hey Drew I..” I stutter but his end is noisy so I can barely hear myself. “There’s a short story contest going on downtown. Write something and send it over then Bobby will pick you up after work when they call the results.” Drew says all in a breath. “W-what?”

She stabbed the paper with her finger right over the line that read "$10,000 Cash Prize." The figure certainly drew Bella's attention. She read further and her interest dimmed. The Lodge Presents the Annual Alpha's Pet Contest Only Hot Male Subs Ages 18-30 Need Apply FRIDAY NIGHT ONLY 11 p.m. — ??? Winner receives access to the Alpha's Dungeon, a $10,000 cash prize, and the coveted diamond collar! "What is this?" Bella asked warily. "It sounds like a cheesy reality show." “That’s because Brendan handles the marketing and he’s a total cheeseball, but the contest is legit. And it’s cooler than it sounds. The House of Wolf throws a huge party every year with drinks, dancing and lots of hot guys

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