Creative Writing Contests Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.

In the just concluded ranking, Crest International College was ranked as the second best college of creative writing in California, the third best college of creative writing in the USA and the fourth best college of creative writing in the world. The college was fondly known as the bookworms. The name was derived from the motto of the school: Bookworms for income. Crest International College wasn’t only known for creative writing. It was also known for extra-curricular activities. The school has ambassadors who have represented the school locally or globally in sporting activities, debates, quizzes and spelling competitions.

I said. He nodded and then reached into the bag he was carrying. He pulled out a folded piece of paper and held it out to me. I took it and unfolded it. It was a flyer, printed on good paper, not the kind people made on a home printer. It had a photo of a large open gallery space at the top and bold text underneath. ARTISTS CONNECT. ANNUAL ART EXHIBITION AND COMPETITION. I read further down. It was an open competition for artists at any level. You submitted a piece or a series of pieces. A panel of judges reviewed them. There were different categories—Painting, sculpture, mixed media, digital.

“…you’re a great writer, scratch that, you’re a brilliant writer, but you usually stick to your comfort zone. I want you to break that, I want you to write a real life story. It can be fiction of course, but focus more on the storyline than the sex. Not telling you to omit it, just telling you to keep it on the sidelines. You get what I’m trying to tell you, right?” “Yeah… I guess… but why do I have to write this? People here like to read Miss OG’s writing,” I asked confused. It was why I was accepted in the first place. Writing an erotica wasn’t a crime, but it takes very careful planning or something beautiful can turn into something vulgar and disgusting. And women liked a storyline that