Essay Contests For Money Novels & Stories

“Isn’t that what writers do? Anyways, the prize money is huge. It can get you a nice apartment.” Liar. “You’re lying.” I laugh and he sighs. “At least you can get a nice meal off of it.” He finally says and I laugh. “I’ll try writing something and yes, I do work.” I sassily say and I hear him scoff. “Sure sure.” He ends the call and I board the boss heading to Larry’s house. It’s a two hour journey so I use that moment to think of a short story concept. Okay Mia, don’t overthink it. It’s just a downtown contest.

APRIL Excitement buzzed through me as I looked through my application one last time. Competitions were my favorite part of schooling, it had always been so since I was a toddler and nothing changed up till now. We didn’t have much competitions at Enigma, but the few we had were always bloody, students would go to any length to win and one couldn’t blame them because the school always put up pretty amazing cash prizes to be won. This time around, we were gearing up for the Jaw Wars, an annual oratory competition where the winner went home with a ten thousand dollar cash prize, an all expense paid summer trip, and free tutoring sessions.

“Ma’am, the money was sent to me as payment for a work I’ve made. Seeing as they’ve only sent that amount now, I assume they’ve divided it into installments.” “What kind of work?” Theresa immediately asked. At this moment, it was hard to divide her work and her curiosity as Estela’s acquaintance. If she had checked their system, she would be able to see the name of the sender instead of questioning how the people in front of her were able to get such an amount. “I did some work for Wordsmith Literature, I believe you can check it there.” ‘Wordsmith Literature? Isn’t that the name of a publishing company?’ “Is that the publishing company you are talking about?”

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

Grabbing it, he opened it and read it aloud. ‘’A photography contest,’’ He recite doubtfully. ‘’Yeah well, I dropped out of college because I needed a break.’’ She paused looking for his reaction. She expected him to seem shocked or even pissed, but his face’s muscles didn’t twitch once. So she continued, ‘’Mom and dad won’t let me any money because they disagree with me and my choices and my only source left is my income. Which is sadly already spent. I mean … if I knew about this contest earlier I would have saved. But I didn’t, so I ask you to please lend me my salary in prior.’’

Stella whispered. As soon as he left, she felt a chill creep up her bones. Eli Wayne got off work to find Stella sitting in a daze on the sofa with her cold expression. "What's wrong?" Eli inquired worriedly. "I was thinking about my freshman year. The school was nominating the Campus, Belle. The grand prize was ten thousand dollars and the opportunity to shoot "I wanted that ten thousand dollars so badly. In order to win, I had to do a lot of things; performing, dancing, talk show, singing, going to the field to cheer for the campus hunk, so on, and so forth." Stella recalled.

Her eyes widened seeing the notification on her phone. "Oh My God! Oh My God!!!" She shrieked as if God had granted them a moment of luck. She couldn't believe what she was reading. "What? Have you lost your mind or something?" Emily stood up and jumped in happiness "Susan, there is still hope for us. We can fulfil our dream if we win this competition." Susan snatched the phone out of her hands while Emily kept dancing in happiness. "Win an Internship of two months at The Belle under Kevin Rawls with a cash prize of Twenty million dollars!"

Then there was a bold writing by the side, which read; Writing contest for High school Students. Winner of the contest gets a free trip to France. You must be between the age sixteen and nineteen to be able to participate in this contest. Deadline: 26th of July, 2020 Visit: elixirwritingcontest@gmail.com to register for the contest and to enquire for more information. "How am I even supposed to participate in a writing contest when I can't even update my story during the week? Besides do you think parents would even let me go to France by myself?"

"Take a look and see if you want to participate in it. Your short story is only about a few thousand words long anyway." Caroline's eyes lit up, and she said, "I can take part in it?" "Of course. There are no regulations regarding the participants for this contest. You can take part in it as long as you can write. To be honest, the organizers just want to make money off Marietta's fame," said Betty. Sean felt embarrassed when he heard that.

Then, he pulled a big colorful poster out of his briefcase and stuck it up in front of the board. It read: The First Annual Young Artist Competition $500 1st prize + your work printed in Art Express magazine $300 2nd prize $100 3rd prize ENTER NOW! Hurry — entries close soon 'Now I hope everyone is really excited about this new young artist competition,' Mr. Haddidi said. 'I’m sure the prize of having your work printed in Art Express is more than enough motivation, not to mention the five hundred dollars first prize!' He handed out entry forms to every student in the class. They didn’t know it, but the competition meant the end for the Singh twins. They were excited and both nudged me when M