Novel & Cerita Current Writing Contests

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?

"Relax. If you faint, I'm not carrying you." As they walked, Sylvia suddenly brightened too suddenly. "Oh! Speaking of imagination, there is this writing competition opening in two days." She tucked her hair behind her ear proudly, “Huge prize. Big publishers watching. Since Elara and I are collaborating, we could submit something. It would be a perfect chance for us to shine.” Fallon barely heard her. She was still trembling from earlier. Sylvia continued anyway. “I’ll tell her about it tonight. We could win if she focuses. I mean… if she really gives it her all.”

'Paragon annual designing contest' I halted, slowly scrolling through my phone. "Paragon is hosting a contest?" I muttered, my eyes scanning through every words displayed on my phone. It was a contest where talented designers upload their designs, and the best design with the highest audience votes wins cash price, dress of the year, and a percent of the sales of the dress. For a second, I thought of giving it a try, but as I scrolled through the number of people that already applied with their work, and some of them being celebrities who had won the contest three times in three years, I lost the spark. Will I even get a chance to win anything?

I ask, starring into her dark brown eyes. "Well, the fiction competition has a specific topic." She says, getting up and walking over to a filing cabinet. Miss Edwards is about 5' 5" tall and very well proportioned, with a thin waist, flat stomach and a tight, curvy ass. Her ass gets as much attention as her tits when the guys are discussing what they'd like to do with her. "The subject this year is ethics and morals. You'd have to write a short story with a main character who is struggling with a moral dilemma." She says, handing me the entry form and rules. I guess I know the subject pretty well, but I'm not sure I could submit a story about my current moral dilemmas. "Would you be able to

There was no category in this year's competition but each school presented its best three for the writing event. The writing event has more sponsors than the whole game combined. Many oil firms and companies placed huge amounts on the essay competition and the judges are external judges from the different universities of the nation as selected by the competition organizers. The conference hall was filled up at 7:00 pm, 20 minutes before the debate and essay competition. Schools were seated in different areas of the hall, each very expectant and ready to support their students when the competition started properly. “There wouldn't be fear in me had it been we have Shola with us, just that he

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I haven't noticed that all this time, we were already playing and while falling for him, I was also losing the game. It sucks to see yourself breaking down because of love. I should have avoided it when I had the chance to but now, it's all too late- I love him and all I really know is that every day I woke up in the morning, I am still hoping he will be home. Caspian- Please be home. My laptop vibrated. A new email. According to the email from the writing department handling the contest; Good day to all participants who already registered to join for the upcoming big contest. We request your presence at the **** ****** . This is to verify your participation since we are bombarded with regis

She couldn't spend the rest of the year listening to a chorus of kissing sounds whenever she walked into a room. "It'd be easy. We can start by printing up some flyers on the school's printer," Charlie said. "Where would we have people send the poems?" Mary asked. "It'll look kind of strange if it's one of our houses, won't it?" "We can use my cousin's!" Jonas said. "She lives in Washington, D.C. That'll make it look real official. The National Poetry Writing Contest, in the nation's capital." "And then you'll tell Lucy?" Emily asked. She sounded uncomfortable, even disgusted by the idea. "That it's all just a prank? A joke? When it's all over?"

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At the end of the online class session, we were to submit our masterpiece which would be reviewed by some editors and they would pick a winner whose book would be published in paperback and the writer would be given recognition. My online school has been holding a writing contest every year and my book has come third or second since I joined two years ago. That year was my final year and my last chance to win the contest which was why I put all my effort into it this year. "Rhea, I've told you about using your phone on the table. This is why you are using eye contact in the first place." My mom scolded. "Just to be clear, I love my eye contact, and I'm almost done," I said with my eyes still