Essay Contests Novels & Stories

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

’ 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!”

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.

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

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

Third, he promised my class just before our encounter, that our essays would be returned to us on Friday. Friday is nearly over, and class has come and gone, and Harlan has failed to hand back my essays. He'd failed to give me so much as one fleeting glance, come to mention it. I try not to let that thought get under my skin and burrow there. Think, I remind myself, think. My essay – not the one I have failed to turn in, but the one before that from three weeks ago, sums up Russian formalism to the extent it would be on the final, I'm sure of it. It’s a damn good paper.

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

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

Martin started, “It’s an important announcement for Emily and Aiden…” I got restless and leaned forward on my desk to pay attention. “So… The Intrastate Essay Competition has announced it’s date…” He said. “Oh my god, what is it?” I asked him anxiously. “It’s going to be held on 29th December” Mr. Martin revealed. “Oh my god…” I said restlessly and then added, “That’s just…” “That’s just two weeks away, yes” Mr. Martin said and I got nervous thinking about it. “And that’s just two days before New Year’s Party…” Oliver said out loud. Mr. Martin glared at him and he stopped speaking.