Cash Prize Writing Contests Novels & Stories

They'd persistently urged me to scratch off the rest of the numbers, which I reluctantly did—and I ended up winning 20 dollars. Jessica, who'd been waiting to laugh at me, suddenly got excited and immediately offered to buy the ticket off me for 200 thousand dollars. I'd always been cautious. There were plenty of PSAs going around these days about scams. Jessica had always made it clear how much she hated me, so why was she suddenly making me the generous offer of 200 thousand dollars? It was fishy, so I immediately declined her offer. To my shock, Jessica flew off the handle and lashed out at me, hurling all kinds of cruel insults at me. She called me a bastard, a piece of trash, and other

"Like she's the next Shakespeare or something." "You know what would be funny?" Jonas suddenly said. "If we, like, pretended there was a contest. Like a big contest for writing poetry? We could put up signs and things. And when she entered it, we'd send her a letter saying she won. Only it would be just a prank!" "Dear Miss. Adams," Charlie said, using a fake-solemn voice. "It is my pleasure to inform you that you have just won first prize in the nation for your poem 'Endless Love For Jane'."

“Isn’t that what writers do? Anyways, the prize money is huge. It can get you a nice apartment.” Liar. “You’re lying.” I laugh and he sighs. “At least you can get a nice meal off of it.” He finally says and I laugh. “I’ll try writing something and yes, I do work.” I sassily say and I hear him scoff. “Sure sure.” He ends the call and I board the boss heading to Larry’s house. It’s a two hour journey so I use that moment to think of a short story concept. Okay Mia, don’t overthink it. It’s just a downtown contest.

The store manager smiled and said, “This is our company’s activity, mainly to give back to the majority of our VIP customers.” Elaine hurriedly asked, “Can you tell me what the prizes are, especially for the grand prize that is said to be worth 1.2 million dollars? What is it?” The store manager smiled and said, “The grand prize is our mystery prize. You will only find out what it is by scratching the lottery ticket.”

APRIL Excitement buzzed through me as I looked through my application one last time. Competitions were my favorite part of schooling, it had always been so since I was a toddler and nothing changed up till now. We didn’t have much competitions at Enigma, but the few we had were always bloody, students would go to any length to win and one couldn’t blame them because the school always put up pretty amazing cash prizes to be won. This time around, we were gearing up for the Jaw Wars, an annual oratory competition where the winner went home with a ten thousand dollar cash prize, an all expense paid summer trip, and free tutoring sessions.

Grant and a young man came in. Everyone stood up, which made me remain on my feet. “Good day everyone, welcome to Grant Cooperation…” He introduced himself, and the contract, and also mentioned there were cash prizes to be won. Many of the people here were not here for a contract but rather the cash prizes, as they came from orphanages, some from private hospitals and schools, so the money was going to benefit them. Mr. Grant then told us today was the day we were supposed to settle in, prepare our desks, and get to know each other and the company grounds before the official competition, which was to start tomorrow.

Then there was a bold writing by the side, which read; Writing contest for High school Students. Winner of the contest gets a free trip to France. You must be between the age sixteen and nineteen to be able to participate in this contest. Deadline: 26th of July, 2020 Visit: elixirwritingcontest@gmail.com to register for the contest and to enquire for more information. "How am I even supposed to participate in a writing contest when I can't even update my story during the week? Besides do you think parents would even let me go to France by myself?"

My fingers feel numb as I pick it up, unfolding it slowly. The handwriting is Hayden's. “Get Eden Clarke to give it up before prom night. Proof required (photo or video). Winner gets $10,000 from each participant. If I lose, I pay double.” Below it are three signatures. Two of which I don’t recognize. And then there’s Hayden's. My knees buckle. I sink to the floor, the photos scattered around me. The water in the bathroom shuts off. I still don't move. No, I can't.

Naomi was no longer sleepy when she heard that there were many prizes to be won in the contest. "Jack, let's go check it out!" She immediately tugged Jack and squeezed into the crowd. "Sir, what are the rules of this contest?" Seeing Naomi ask him this question, the stall owner immediately explained with a smile, "The rules are very simple. The registration fee is ten dollars. If you catch more than 20 fish in a minute with a paper net, you can win the prize. Those who can fish up to 100 fish will get a grand prize!" The stall owner said while picking up a delicate jewelry box from the gift shelf and showing the silver ring inside.

Instead of motivating them to accomplish big things, however, I was motivating them to sell magazine subscriptions. After my opening spiel came the presentation of the “prizes” they could win, based on their sales. Smaller prizes for “Sellers of the Week.” Cheap trinkets, honestly. Likewise cheap trinkets for “Highest Sellers of a Brand.” For example, say one kid sold the most Ladies Home Journal subscriptions? A cheap prize for their troubles. The Sellers of the Month got slightly better prizes, not as cheap as Sellers of the Week, but still lame. Sellers of the Year usually got a cash prize, but I always noticed the kids who won that were from rich families where Mommy and Daddy probably s