Essay Contests 2023 Novels & Stories

’ 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!”

"You people should get a room oo or at least, make it official. We're tired of waiting for you to date." Someone behind Tobi said and I swallowed. It seemed like it's all our classmates that were even expecting them to date. "You see? Exactly what I just said. You guys are in second term now and you have big exams coming right up. This is not the time to joke or play around. Lakeview won't tolerate laziness from any of you." Wow, it's really happening. I was this close to writing my finals. "And then, there's ECOWAS Oratory Contest coming right up in the first week of match. We're going to do it differently this year and information about it would be released in due time."

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.

“It's a really big event. Three million dollars for the top finalist, plus a dinner date with any of the high table guests and a full sponsored trip to the Maccabees.” “Oh, I see.” He leans back. “I think Austin was talking about something like that. So, you want to be part of the contest?” “Uh—” The rest of my words are chopped off by Elsie who stops me from talking all of a sudden. “You're really doing the most now,” I growl.

I turn to Tessa who looks deeply engaged in her food recipes,but I know that deep within she is as much excited and worried about tomorrow as I am. "What's our schedule, again?" I ask. Tessa sighs. "Can we not talk about it? I'm already freaking out. Moon God knows what will happen tomorrow." "What's there to happen? We'll be attending our classes, that's all and I…" I hop out of my bed in my comfy shorts and walk over to the seating area. "...will be preparing to win the competition." I flag the notice sheet that I xeroxed from the notice board about this year's Annual competition. It will be held in December. Which means I have got a lot of time to train myself.

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

“How can we help?” “Student council will be having a poem writing contest at 14, 8 in the morning. That day, Ledger will give you the details, I mean, the scores of every contestant from the 3 judges,” he paused and then he looked at Zyah, “Can you help him, Clarriese?” “Yes, sir. No problem.” “One more thing. Do also the certificates, I’ll just give you the layouts later.” The following week, we are all busy doing our assigned tasks.

“Not naïve, honey. I think you will. And not just for the first year.” At the suggestion about a full scholarship, Emmie smiled. “Thanks, Mr. Queens.” “Did you send some of your photos to the contest you wanted to enter?” The girl exhaled as she nodded. “Yeah,” she mumbled and took a seat. “I haven’t heard back though.” “Didn’t you say they’d announce the winners at the end of July?” “Exactly.” She sipped her water before placing it on the wooden table. “But don’t they have to talk to the winners privately at first? I probably didn’t even place twentieth, there were like thousands of submissions.”

Mira grabbed the phone, read over the email. Dear Covington Finalists, Due to the nature of this year's candidate pool, the final debate topic has been selected early. You are required to submit a personal essay (1,500 words) on the following topic by next Friday: "Is honesty always the best policy in matters of the heart?" Additionally, the final debate will include a cross-examination segment where opponents may ask personal questions related to your essay. Prepare accordingly. We look forward to your submissions. Mira handed back the phone. Her hands were shaking.

I’m about to say goodbye and make my escape when she speaks again. “There’s a huge Fine Arts Competition coming up in London in three months’ time. The winner gets to have their work published in a huge editorial magazine and they also get to have a gallery exhibition with published works of their choice. Are you interested?” For a moment, I’m stunned speechless. It’s a huge opportunity that anyone would kill for. Not many people get to have these kinds of opportunities this early. “You’re asking me to participate?” I ask in disbelief. She shrugs. “Why not? Usually, I reserve this for the seniors but I think I’ll make an exception this year. So? What do you think?”