Enter Writing Contest Novels & Stories

, 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.

She saw how Sue's eyes rolled when she saw the notebook on her hand. "You bring that customize notebook again." Sue grimace when Peach finally settled down on her seat. She just ignored her remarks and she focus on finding someone who will be a perfect new character in her story. "I was planning on joining a writing contest with an underrated platform." She loudly informs her friends about the upcoming writing contest. "Goodluck on that Peachie baby! You can do it! Just look at this crowded people and find the right characters for your new novel. And don't forget to feed us some free food, okay?" Peach is trying to analyze if Tobias is being sarcastic or not.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello. Welcome. Sit back, relax. Turn your device away so your mom doesn't see. Is she looking? No? Well, unfortunate for her. Anyway, BS-ing aside, allow me to extend my gratitude for joining me on this wonderous ride. Your interest in my depraved creativity humbles me. Please note that all characters of this story are legally consenting adults of 18 years and older. That being said, comments mean the world to writers and are our only payment, so if you fancy leaving one, it will be loved and cherished ;)"

I smiled perfectly because they immediately started and didn't fight anymore. The hall was already busy with visitors. I didn't expect that there were so many people participating in the novel-writing competition. I took my breath profoundly and exhaled slowly. Ahhh, I'm not confident and nervous. Whereas previously, I had intended not to get your hopes up of being a winner. Because if I lose, and things don't go my way, of course, I will be very disappointed "Calm down. I bet you won this contest," Bryn whispered in my ear.

"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?"