Novel & Cerita Enter Writing Contest

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

"Of course, I am. By the way Someone from Vicenzo Company called me because they can't seem to contact you." " I changed my phone and forgot to update them so what did they call for?" "Well, they were asking me when will you submit entry for the upcoming Novel Contest." "I haven't really thought about it, I still have 3 months before the contest. I'll tell them myself." "They also told me you can pre read some entries from the website, some already posted their novel entry. I think it will be better, you might come up with better plot if you'll learn from them"

Jacob remarked. “We’re already here. I want to hear what else they have to say,” Arda replied. “Alright,” Karina agreed. “Whatever you want,” Jacob said, sounding reluctant, but Arda ignored him. Surprisingly, so did Karina. “Anyway,” the woman continued, “we’ve set up a website for this contest. Go online, fill out the form, and upload a picture of your mark. This is now an online competition. Include your bank details, and our team will verify your submission. Winners will be announced on the site, and prizes will be sent directly.”

Our company was one of the sponsors of the university's creative writing competition, so I asked him to speak to the organizers and change it to an on-site format with randomly assigned topics. My dad replied quickly and agreed. On the day of the competition, everyone looked flustered when the new rules were announced. I looked at Wendy, only to find that she seemed perfectly calm. Did she really have that kind of talent? I did not have time to think any further. The competition began, and by sheer coincidence, Wendy and I drew the same topic. An hour later, Wendy turned in her paper ten minutes before I did. After I finished writing, I handed mine in as well.

Damian smilingly muttered to the shy woman. The latter nod her head fast, not giving me eye contact. “Thank you so much for this help, Mister Dawson. I would love to win this contest to be one of the scholars in this school.” She muttered in a low tone. I smiled inside. I see. This must be the writing contest that the university started and there would be three students who can have the scholarship grants for allowance and free tuition. After the little and abrupt conversation, she immediately bid her goodbye and gave me a light glance before bowing her head. I watch her as she head out the room. Her shoulders are still down and shy, head is looking down as if looking into someone else’s eye

may God bless you all. I am at rank 11th. I don't want much but just to be part of top 10. I know there are top authors who are already participating in the contest. But still I took the chance and entered in the contest. I m stil depending you all and cross fingers that my readers will help me to be part of top 10, right? Drop you gems and help me to get 1000gems and please please give me your valuable comments and ratings:) I will drop the chapter today between 11p.m-12a.m (UTC+0)

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.

“Oh, thanks’ i took it from her, glancing at the cover. “I’ll pay you back for–” “Consider it an apology for crashing your facetime with your boyfriend,” she cut me off, waving a hand. Correcting her calling Dorian my boyfriend would just be a waste of breath so i let it go. After a few conversations with the people I mutually knew through her, we began walking away. She chattered about the entire conference and her words were like a comfortable muted backdrop that zoomed into the center of my thoughts sometimes before muting back. She abruptly stopped walking and face slapped. “Did you hear the last announcement before we left?” I shook my head. “There’s a script writing contest. I think yo

As she remembers correctly, the winners will have the opportunity to display their works at the upcoming exhibition of this training school. Thinking of this, Tinh Ngoc's eyes couldn't help but sparkle with excitement. Since she was a child, her studies were not excellent, but she especially loved drawing, with this subject she also had a little talent. At this point, she thought, even if she came back to life, why not give it a try, maybe make something cool? Nothing had excited her this much in a long time, so she couldn't help but pay more attention. Then Tinh Ngoc immediately went online to find out more information and how to register for this contest.

"I was one of the top finalists in the Lead Writing Contest last March, I even got a letter from the head judge." "That doesn’t make you good," he said, already setting my resume aside. I frowned. "I’ve written articles for my community blog for three years," I added, desperate now. "I know this paper. I read it every day, I know your tone, your audience, I just need a chance." He looked at me, unimpressed. “We get dozens of people here who say they just need a chance. Most of them don’t last a week.” I let out a soft sigh, there was nothing left to say. He didn’t believe in me.