Essay Contests 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!”

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

In less than twenty-five pages, it instils confidence alongside quotation and so I have been surviving in the ‘society; with my envious intellect. However, I cannot prolong the drama any further. I realise I will have to read at least twenty of the classic literature if I want to make it through the preliminary round. The brief summary cannot be used for an escape when in-depth knowledge of the candidate shall be tested. 28th April is just around the corner and I have piles of references to go through, mock tests to attempt, and analyses to make. Besides, I have not brainstormed for the upcoming essay. I have been putting it off for weeks when many of my co-participants might have already fi

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

Terrence took the tray and pulled out all the food. Terrence fed me. I grumbled that the tofu was still superheated. I thought he was purposely pissing me off “Have you heard of an exciting contest?” Terrence asked me. “What kind of contest is that?” Terrence frowned. “I don't understand, but some students at Miracle Academy talk about this contest non-stop. Maybe you can check your email. You're still using the old email, right? We do promotions via email as well.” “Wow. looks like it's a great contest. Is it a contest to catch rabbits or a power struggle between werewolves?”

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