Essay Contests 2023 Novels & Stories

There was no category in this year's competition but each school presented its best three for the writing event. The writing event has more sponsors than the whole game combined. Many oil firms and companies placed huge amounts on the essay competition and the judges are external judges from the different universities of the nation as selected by the competition organizers. The conference hall was filled up at 7:00 pm, 20 minutes before the debate and essay competition. Schools were seated in different areas of the hall, each very expectant and ready to support their students when the competition started properly. “There wouldn't be fear in me had it been we have Shola with us, just that he

“We’re all here for you. And don’t hesitate to let us know if you need anything—whether it’s support or just a distraction.” “Thanks so much. I’ll certainly keep that in mind.” Kayla smiled, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Of course. And speaking of distractions and opportunities, I’ve got something exciting to show you.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a colorful poster, holding it up for me to see. The poster advertised a city-wide costume-making contest, with details about the event, entry requirements, and a tantalizing grand prize for the winner. “I saw this and thought of you immediately,” Kayla said, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “This could be a huge break for

"Gia, you're just saying that because you're upset, aren't you?" "Do I look like I'm into women?" I snapped. "No…" "Then are you into women?" "Nope," she replied. "Then stop making it sound so weird." "Huh?" Refusing to give up, Tinsley followed us all the way, while Henry started telling me about a national essay competition starting next semester. He hoped that I'd join and explained that the first prize was a direct admission to a top-tier university I could never get into, even if I studied until I died.

Finals were coming fast, and I still had so much to do, especially for my organization. We were planning a set of contests: painting, digital art, and literary events like short stories and poetry. Some students had even asked if we could include sculpture and paper arts. Of course, that meant we couldn’t announce the date yet—we were still finalizing everything. The elevator stopped at the eighth floor. Hank and Jarred waved goodbye as they stepped out, and I waved back before the doors closed again. When it reached the tenth floor, the doors opened to reveal Enzo waiting outside. He smiled at me, though I could see the panic flicker in his eyes. I sighed, bowed slightly in greeting, and st

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

said Betty. She unzipped her handbag and took out a flyer Marietta had given her. "Look, this is the competition I'm talking about. It's a short story contest that will be announced to the public in a few days. "However, this contest is a last-minute thing being held in Marietta's honor, so the timing is very rushed. They want submissions next month. "Take a look and see if you want to participate in it. Your short story is only about a few thousand words long anyway."

, 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 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

"If I'll love it, I might include your article for the year-end tabloid. Deadline will be on February. I'll just call you for more updates. For now, you may leave." "Thank you, Sir. I'll do my best." Then I left the room. It's October so I have 5 months to make this article. All I should think about for the next 5 months is how to come up with a good article that is 'publish-worthy' (if that's even a word). I grabbed my phone and checked the time. It's already 5 pm, dismissal time. By the way, I'm Zachary Hestrone Austin, 18 years old. Grade 11 student of Steinfield University.

This exercise is designed to showcase your creativity, technical skills, and ability to tell a story through your lens. Please submit your photographs via our online portal by Friday, March 18th, 2026, 11:59 PM PST. Detailed submission guidelines are attached to this email. We look forward to reviewing your work. Best regards, LensArt Team A smile quivered on my lips as I read the message on my email. I had suddenly forgot Elliot's stupid behavior that made me leave and angrily walk back home. Thank you so much for the submission. I receive an email on the next step.