Fantasy Writing Competition Novels & Stories

Our company was one of the sponsors of the university's creative writing competition, so I asked him to speak to the organizers and change it to an on-site format with randomly assigned topics. My dad replied quickly and agreed. On the day of the competition, everyone looked flustered when the new rules were announced. I looked at Wendy, only to find that she seemed perfectly calm. Did she really have that kind of talent? I did not have time to think any further. The competition began, and by sheer coincidence, Wendy and I drew the same topic. An hour later, Wendy turned in her paper ten minutes before I did. After I finished writing, I handed mine in as well.

Nana shrugged and picked up the book Avril was reading before they arrived. “So, you are signing up for this competition everyone is talking about?” Chidi asked as she checked the cover of the book in Nana's hands. It was the history, stories and rules guiding The Weak End Tournament. “Of course! I would not miss something that can make me have my life all over.” “I wish I could join in. But nah, we are only permitted to serve around the event venue. Avril, do you know the prize includes a car, a horse and carriage with a collection of fighting weapons?” Nana butt in.

Richard’s sickening, insatiable greed and Camilia’s venomous, burning hatred swirled in her mind, over and over like a broken record, like knives digging repeatedly into old wounds but beneath the disgust, a profound sense of clarity settled over her and she would tear down heaven and earth to reclaim what her parents had left for her. Suddenly a melodic ping shattered the silence of the room. Ruby blinked, snapping out of her trance. Her gaze flicked toward her desk, where her laptop sat wide open. With a slow, deliberate stride, she walked over to the desk and pulled the laptop closer. The sender's address instantly made her breath hitch,’The International Crown Art Competition Committee’.

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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

The best they can do is help train the new students that would be competing. As the crowd of students disappeared inside with their bags. Carson approached us, or he approached Aunt Jo. “I need to discuss training with you for next year’s competition.” “What happened?” Aunt Jo asked him. “The kids are disadvantaged in the wolf fight. The Alpha wolves are stronger.” “Stronger doesn’t mean smarter,” Aunt Jo informed him. “Then they lost the weapons fight. Their principal chose swords, throwing stars, and axes.” “Nice selection. Did they at least win with axe throwing?” Aunt Jo asked him. Carson nodded his head.

Julia carried a small backpack and said, "Let's go, Lucas, Layla. Mommy will see you after school." The two children reluctantly followed her out the door. … Jessamine slept until noon and then checked her work phone, finding over 99 unread messages on WhatsApp. Since she had been absent from the office for a few days, she had a lot of catching up to do. She put on some makeup to hide her heavy dark circles and headed to work. This month, there was a jewelry design competition called the Cynthia Competition, hosted by Dorne. It was open to submissions from designers worldwide, and the judges were several experienced designers chosen from different parts of the globe.

Kahlan’s POV The announcement came early that morning—every student was buzzing with anticipation before I even stepped into class. The end-of-term competition. It happened once every year, and it was the one time the entire school turned into a war zone of pride and rivalry. The four factions—witches, vampires, dragon riders, and werewolves were all fighting for the school championship. I didn’t need anyone to explain the rules to me. Each faction had to pick five representatives, and Ramsey had already made it clear that only the best would be chosen.

I whispered to the empty room. I grabbed my phone again, my thumbs flying across the screen as I texted the group chat. "Girls, my stepbrother is so hot. He just walked out of my bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist." The replies were instantaneous. "Girl, I thought he wasn’t coming yet!" Elena texted back. "Hook us up, please! I want to see him when we come to the party at your place in five days," Divine added. It seemed Divine was already making her move, but as I lay there thinking about the way the water had glistened on Axel's skin, I realized I might want him even more than she dif

Maya said suddenly, voice sharp with energy that hadn’t been weighed down by food. “Like?” Dante asked, tilting his head, his voice smooth, careless, but curious. “Twenty-one questions,” Maya announced proudly. “We take turns asking questions. You can pick anyone when it’s your turn.” His grin widened, something wicked sparking in his eyes. “And you can’t lie. You must answer. If you don’t, you drink a nasty concoction, vinegar, rotten eggs and spoiled milk.” Dante raised both brows, letting out a low whistle. “Jesus, Maya. You’re a terrible person.”