Fantasy Writing Competitions Novels & Stories

Or if 10 people here will drop the tip of more than 200 coins in a week, will earn you guys 3 chapters on the weekend. Contest enries are entitled as: -Criminally God -Against the bloodline (Written by, brewing fantasies) Thank you~

“What?” Jethro smiled faintly. Mom wasn’t joking earlier, about you never visiting. Corey laughed, I’ve been busy. “You’ve always been busy.” Jethro looked at him, “But you always came.” Corey’s smile faded, what do you mean? “When I was little you always came.” Jethro lowered his eyes. Corey listened. If I had a school event, you came. If I had a football match, you came. If I got sick, you slept outside my room.

I said. He nodded and then reached into the bag he was carrying. He pulled out a folded piece of paper and held it out to me. I took it and unfolded it. It was a flyer, printed on good paper, not the kind people made on a home printer. It had a photo of a large open gallery space at the top and bold text underneath. ARTISTS CONNECT. ANNUAL ART EXHIBITION AND COMPETITION. I read further down. It was an open competition for artists at any level. You submitted a piece or a series of pieces. A panel of judges reviewed them. There were different categories—Painting, sculpture, mixed media, digital.

I opened it. “What is it?” I asked. “The application for the Grand Elixiria.” I blinked. “The national potion-making competition?” She nodded, smiling. “But it’s not just a competition anymore. This year, the winner gets kingdom-wide recognition—retail contracts, scholarship offers, the works. It’s a life-changer.” I stared at the form, my heart pounding. “But... I need a sponsor.” Nyra just smirked. “Do you know any brilliant, beloved herbalist with decades of experience and a particular fondness for her apprentice?”

Barun bit his lips, “We cannot afford to exchange for her medicine yet, the village’s money and my money would not be enough at this time.” “I’m here now. What can I do to help?” Jai reminded him. Barun thought for a while and his eyes widened. “Jai, there is a competition in the kingdom.” Jai’s face turned serious. “Tell me about it.” “It is a big competition. It is open for elemers throughout the continent and you can sign up on the spot. The last round is a duel battle.” “What’s the prize?” “Ten top winners will obtain a spot to be the kingdom’s soldiers and received seven days training with the great teachers of the academies.”

“Nope. They are from a clan that practices witchcraft. They live in the next town but their location is uncertain. But that family is powerful. An Alpha would have a hard time if he encounters a highly skilled witch or wizard. He might even die if it’s a serious case. We have no Alpha here. We haven’t been able to produce anyone good enough to receive the Alpha title in years. Our last chance is in less than a month’s time during a competition.” “Are women allowed in that competition?” “Yup. The bracket is from age 16 till 29.” Rolandro said. “Mind if I ask? Have you competed in that competition before?” “I and Mel had to do so but we lost.” “How about I compete then?” she asked with sparkli

Mr Winters said and everyone nodded in affirmative. "Mig,Elva" Fleur called,her gaze fixed on something in Braun's iPod. "Yes" We answered. "Braun just showed me something...There is a competition coming up in two weeks time..it's created by the wealthiest politicians in Mexico...it'll be done annually and It's based on modelling and music..the competition are for popular models and musicians...

Just like the commentators said on the stage during this competition, "Youth never lacks the courage to start anew." Rebecca admitted that she was not young anymore, but as long as she was still young at heart, did it matter if she started anew? She was willing to use a new identity to forge her own pathway. Daniel knew what Rebecca was thinking when she asked that question. He lightly tapped the armrest of the chair and said, "Indeed, there are various competitions, some held internally by companies, and others are collaborations among several companies in Fairport. Globally, these events usually announce the results of the previous competition in early spring and start a new round of compe

“That is correct, sir. You could say that the underground festival is similar to a martial arts conference. During the actual event, many of the participants—who are actually people training to attain spiritual enlightenment—will be disguising themselves as wealthy or even ordinary people. From what I’ve gathered, many of them will also be relying on the prestige of influential families in order to get a better chance of competing.” “If the rumors are true, then the winner of the competition—or the winning family—will also be given the dominant right to take the lead in discovering the miracle on Tierson Mountain! That’s a big deal since such an honor would only ever be granted to someone wi

' My fingers hovered on the entry key but I held myself back from pressing it. What would I submit? I hadn't even drawn anything in weeks, not since the whole divorce situation cropped up and the mask I draped over my marriage began to fall. The theme for this year's competition was Rebirth. How poetic. It was likened to the belief I had for myself, the hope I had that my future could be reinvited into a life lived solely for myself. Still, my mind held doubts and ultimately, I scrolled away from the entry key and down to the list of co-organizers where I spotted Alaric's name and brand.