Enter Writing Contest Novels & Stories

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.

Soon we rushed to the counter to get our names registered. “Yes, sir and ma’am. How can we help you out?” The person in charge of the contest asked. “Well, we want to get our names registered for the contest,” I said in excitement without any delay. “Umm… Sorry! It is too late. The registration is done. Moreover, the contest is meant for kids. Very few couples participated.” I was disheartened yet again. No. no. no. Jesus. “Why, God?” I muttered. “Christiana, it is okay. There are other activities too on which you can try your hands. You will love doing those.” Quite amiable. I liked his understanding. Was it more than that? “Yeah, fine,” I replied to him in a very low tone.

Inside, there was a long driveway leading to an estate with several mansions. Beautiful girls chatted away with excitement. Feeling out of place, I proceeded to the registration desk and waited in line. The attendant smiled broadly and held a tablet. When he asked for my full name, age, and pack, I broke into a cold sweat and lied. I received a tag and joined the elegantly dressed contestants who were chatting away. A voice blared from the speakers. "All contestants and guests are reminded that this contest is not open to Syndicate members. you're advised to leave immediately if there are any among us."

I need to finish the article that I am doing and submit it before the deadline. Earlier in the morning, I saw an article saying that there is a contest for writing an essat about the effects of climate change in the economy and health of the people. Their prizes ranges from $200 - $1000. I did not waste the chance. Of course, if I will win in the said contest, my article will be featured in a famous magazine, which is Fancy Magazine, and the cash prizes that are waiting for the winner. After several minutes, I finally finished my article and submit it immediately to their email address. Good thing that my brain is working flawlessly today. I did not experience a writer's block and the flow o

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