Fantasy Writing Competitions Novels & Stories

The Full Moon Feast of werewolves was one of Erin’s least favorite events to attend, but unfortunately for her, she has never had the best excuse to avoid going since she became eligible to participate seven years ago. She couldn’t for the life of her understand why the clan Chief and his ancestors made the event mandatory for all adult werewolves; why didn’t they just restrict attendance to married werewolves only? Or to werewolves who enjoyed boring speeches about who was doing great in their human lives and which werewolf had finally found a mate in the slim pickings available in the clan? Why did she have to be involved in all of that, especially the “networking” sessions?

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.”

'' master asked gazing intently at him . '' Enough talk for now let me tell you the reason why i came here today '' Richard said getting up from his seat . '' What ?'' Adam asked . '' As i heard that Arthur has made some progress in his training with Eris , in oefer for him to grow some more i have decided to let him take some part in a competition that is Grand Arena contest which is held every ten years , many wizards witches ,spell master comes there to compete , from here no one has taken part since the disappearence of Alexandrite but this year as we have Arthur i want your team to take part in it'' he said .

the caller said. I was stunned for a moment when I heard his voice because it was Oliver. How did he know my—oh yeah, probably because of Matthew. I immediately stood up. "Yes, speaking," I replied. "I just wanted to ask if you've started writing," he asked in a monotone but polite voice. "Actually, I haven't," I honestly answered. Please end the call. I was pacing back and forth in my small living room. "Please do start writing now because we have already decided to enter your work, Mr. Wright, into a competition that will happen in three weeks from now." Say what? I stopped walking, a competition?

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This novel is entered in the "A Touch of Rainbow" writing contest especially created for stories about LGBTQ+. Thank you for supporting queer creations. Other stories by me: Book 1: How to Destroy a Badboy Book 2: The Emancipation of a Badboy

Last and definitely not the least: I conduct events where the winner gets the chance to request for an extra chapter of any novel and it will be published within 24 hours. Also, fun quizzes, important decisions, are all there. If you liked it all, then follow me on I*******m @lexi.priyanshi. (I will remind you after every 10 chapters, if you have read this note once, you can skip next time)

The school is packed and that gives us a lot of money, when I say 'US I meant me, Alice and Jean, I helped them out so they had to give me and, moreover, am her elder brother so it's a must. Jenny's birthday would be coming up next month on the 4th of June, well, today is 20th of May. It seems like I have a lot of time to prepare but I don't. I'm thinking of planning a surprise birthday party but she'll smell it from a mile away, hmm, I want it to be memorable since its gonna be her first time celebrating her birthday with us... Oh my...I got it. I would add a hidden surprise under a hidden surprise, do you get draft?

My shift will end soon. And I still I have to finish my final draft for the writing contest! It’s due next week. I thought. I joined the “Writer's Luck” contest to win $700. Not only that, you'll be an automatic member of an elite book club called “The Golden Phoenix” wherein you will meet many personalities and big people. Also, this club could aid you find a sponsor or a publisher to publish your writing. And I think this is a tremendous opportunity to pay off the debts of my aunt. I hope luck will be in my favour.

"Today, we are going to be announcing the winners of our annual writing contest which has served as a stepping stone to many writers who graduated from our school. And now to announce the three sets of people who blew our minds with their amazing works. The second runner-up is in the person of Annabelle Green with the book Enemy Luna under the paranormal genre." The girl on my left waved with a big smile on her face as the camera turned toward her and zoomed on her face. "The first runner-up is in the person of David Adams with the book Not your ordinary love story under Young adult." Chloe continued and the guy on my right repeated Annabelle's actions. "And the overall winner is the person

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."