Novel & Cerita Enter Writing Contest

Katerina The papers are spread across my bed like I'm planning to make a thousand paper flowers for a wedding. They cover the blanket so thickly you can hardly see it between the gaps. Stalking around the mattress, I write hastily on the back of a scrap piece I've folded in half. My notes must make me seem insane. No one could decipher my scribbles, which have been made in increasingly frantic lines. But I need to write to keep track, and also ... to believe that what I'm seeing is true.

I'll be posting prompts for story openings based on our ongoing contests, successful outlines and designs, and if you are up for it, take it and write it out~ Come back to me with your own story and I have contracts to offer~ (well, if you already have a senior editor with GN, go to them :P -------

Martin started, “It’s an important announcement for Emily and Aiden…” I got restless and leaned forward on my desk to pay attention. “So… The Intrastate Essay Competition has announced it’s date…” He said. “Oh my god, what is it?” I asked him anxiously. “It’s going to be held on 29th December” Mr. Martin revealed. “Oh my god…” I said restlessly and then added, “That’s just…” “That’s just two weeks away, yes” Mr. Martin said and I got nervous thinking about it. “And that’s just two days before New Year’s Party…” Oliver said out loud. Mr. Martin glared at him and he stopped speaking.

I held positions ranging from housekeeper to server, but no job offered a salary that met my needs. I learned about an online erotica article competition one day, and I decided to enter to test my creative abilities. By God's mercy, they proclaimed me the winner of the contest and awarded the sum of $5,000. I had no clue that the publishing business would offer me a job writing four stories a week after I won the contest. I had better keep my real identity a secret because if my well-respected dad and my friends had found out about my online work, my dad would have humiliated me once more and perhaps used his power to close down that publishing firm. Neil was the only one who understood the

, I asked. "Exactly January 24th, next year; provided there are no disturbances and factors that could hinder it. If para venture it's postponed, the organization is going to let us know. Do we understand?" "Yes ma'am" we replied. I could see it that everyone was excited to be chosen for the competition. Mrs. Stella adjusted some files on the table. "So you all have a task. Your poem for entry into the competition is to be submitted before Wednesday, next week. That's exactly six days now. We have to forward it to the organization via their official website. Should I trust you guys to do this?"

I quickly scanned the papers—it was actually a solid idea. We were the ones to hold the workshop while they handled the contest afterward. The winners would have their work published by Arrow Publishing, with their names on it, and even a chance to be scouted as new writers. I looked at Lathan. “Have you seen this?” I asked. He shook his head. “I’m actually waiting for you. If you like it, I’ll sign it.” Kin and Enzo cleared their throats while Sierra covered her mouth to hide her laugh.

she smiled, walking away. “I guess that's all for today, please enjoy the rest of your day,” I dismissed the class and went straight to the director's office, tucking the paper in my pocket. I knocked on his door and he answered me with a sweet smiling face. “Melissa, please have your seat,” he pointed to the empty seat in front of him. “Thank you sir.” “I know you have your reservations about a lot of things but there's this competition coming up. It's for any age, so as long as you have a talent to showcase, you are free to enter.”

It hurt slightly, yet the pain did very little to mask the feel of a set of green eyes digging into me. I scrutinized the piece of paper with neatly printed blocks of letters and found out that it was a form to enter a competition. Specifically, a competition held by our college where other colleges also participate. I quizzically looked up from my form to see that others were confused as well. What has this competition to do anything with us?

The person on the other line spoke. "Arnold, go ahead with your plan" Dear Readers, Happy 4k reads everyone, that's about 6k reads to qualify for the teen fiction contest and I hope we'll be able to achieve that. A quick question guys, are you comfortable with the pace at which the book is going, or do you think otherwise? Kindly leave your answers. Thank you for the support and love, stay safe everyone.

After our breakfast, Dwight and I were at the sala looking outside, thinking of what we should do about our recitation. I am sitting in a small ladderback chair, same goes with Dwight on the opposite side. There’s a small table in the middle, separating us. Above the table are the only notebook and the pens I’d brought here. This notebook is where I am writing my written poems. I only brought this here since I am editing one of my poems to be submitted in a writing contest. And the deadline for passing the entries is tomorrow! “What’s with this atmosphere?” We heard a man’s voice coming near us. He took the other vacant ladderback chair next to me.