Novel & Cerita Enter Writing Contest

"Ah okay, just this one time, Mey." "Thank you!" I smiled. He gave me a brief nod and continued to explain our task, "At the end of the year, each of you shall complete a 30,000 words novella. We would make it a contest, and just like any competition, there shall be a winner. Our English teacher, Mr. Rodriguez, an editor from our local paper, and I would be the judge." Koltin seemed very interested. I watched him eagerly raise his hand before asking, "What do we get if we win?"

After all, even though this book has no massive readership amount like my other book (aka Taming The Wild CEO), I interact more with all of you here in the comment section of this book and also on social media (I still get excited like a kid on Christmas morning every time I get a direct message from a reader). Anyway, I have tons of drafts right now, stories that I want to write. And most importantly, I truly want to win a contest here. I am thinking of perhaps joining the Genre Carnival contest although I need to have at least 300K reads or even one million reads to win (I am still a long way from that).

Shifting in his seat and clenching his outstretched hand around the steering wheel, he responds, "Not the big one, but I'm being recognized as an emerging writer." "Harlan!" I exclaim. "That's amazing!" "It's a really impressive event, and though it's meant for authors, it attracts all sorts of attendees. Journalists, academics, a good mix of different people in the field. It's a great opportunity to network." I lean back in my seat. "That'll be great for you." He sighs. "I'm saying that I think you should come." Gawking, I turn to him. "Me? Is that a joke?"

Dahlia simply announced and gently scratched her head. "What am I going to do now?". Daisy was troubled and questioned. She massaged her temples even more until she recalled what she came across when she was reading the invitation. The invitation: Chairman of D's Company, you've been invited to participate in our award giving contest with some lucky others. Accept this invitation if you're up for the challenge and making your company known worldwide. And note, if you have kids and you're bothered about leaving them alone with their father or any relatives, remember there's a mansion close to the contest arena for your kids to stay at until the contest is over.

’ The New World Emperor nodded at Florian beside him with that thought in mind. Florian immediately understood him and took a step forward before loudly saying, “Everyone, today’s literary competition preliminary round is to write an essay with any topic of your choice. It could be anything—Astronomy, Geography, Chess, Music, Calligraphy, Art, Ranking Formations, or even World Governance. Just write what you’re good at!”

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.

After all, it was for his sake that I was doing all these things. Anyway, I am not supposed to say or think about this, but I could not help it. The Cindaly jewelry contest is ongoing and time waits for no one. I have to go to Cindaly City as soon as possible and enter the contest before the deadline, which is next week. Today was Wednesday, and the contest entry period will end next week Monday. Saturday and Sunday were the weekend, and no entry registration would be available on those days. Meaning that if I don't make it over there to Cindaly City either today, Thursday, or Friday, then I must make it over there on Monday.

Gen said. “I’m all ears!” I said. “Well, remember your entry you wrote on your journal?” she asked. “Which?” I asked her, unsure of which she was talking about. There were many poems in that book hand written by me. “Let me tell a love story.” she answered. “Yeah, what about it?” I asked. “Don’t freak out but Britney submitted your entry to a competition hosted by one of her I*******m followers. It gained recognition and you’ve been given an opportunity to publish for one of the biggest Poet association in America!!” she announced.

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

Sometimes the guys can be a bit too much but Miss Johnson is always there to keep them in check. Once the class had settled down, we sat eagerly waiting for the day to begin. I was nervous about my essay because I wrote it out of my crush and desire for someone that is forbidden. "As you all know, the essay that you have written has to be submitted today. If you haven't completed that essay yet, you have plenty of time in class. This essay is part of the competition and it counts towards your grade. When you win the competition, it will be in a local magazine in a column that is catered for creative writing essays and that will also help you into getting into selected colleges." she announce