Fiction Writing Competitions Novels & Stories

Please don't worry- there are always chances to get glimpses of those smaller moments in more detail in future books or possible bonus stories. Now for the question everyone's been asking. WHAT'S NEXT!!?? I am taking the month of November off from my current series to participate in NaNoWriMo. For those who don't know what that is, I'd like to explain. NaNoWriMo is the National Novel Writing Month. During November, writers from around the world will challenge themselves to start a new project and write 50,000 words in 30 days! This is the first year I'm going to give this a try. I've got a group of other authors who are doing this with me, and we are going to support each other through the p

He moved back and spoke to her softly. She knew he loved his kids a lot so she didn’t object. “Sure. I’ll be waiting eagerly.” She sat down on his chair on which nobody was allowed to sit. “Will we be working today?” “What made you think that I’ll make you work when you’ll be looking so gorgeous” My father complimented her indirectly. “So… Shall we go out and have coffee?” She spoke to my father in a flirtatious way. “Anything for you.” He took Caroline out for coffee.

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

"Nancy, my laptop broke, and I need one for the competition. Please help me. Otherwise, I won't be able to compete, and then I won't be able to pay everyone's tuition." I looked at her coldly. "You don't need to pay my tuition, so why should I help you? There are plenty of people in this class. I'm sure one of them would be happy to lend you one." Someone pulled Wendy over. "Wendy, I'll lend you mine. Don't beg someone so cold and heartless." I just smiled and walked out of the classroom. To be safe, I called my dad. 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

I am thinking of perhaps joining the Genre Carnival contest although I need to have at least 300K reads or even one million reads to win (I am still a long way from that). But here is hoping! So I wish to share with you some of the stories that I wish to work on and polish up for this contest. Please let me know which one you would like to read the most in the comment section. I will ONLY publish 1 story at a time (unless there are 48 hours in a day). The story that gets the most votes from you will be published and updated for FREE during the month of May 2022 (how to read free books in the Good Novel app will be explained down, down below). Here are the titles and the blurbs. Please leave

Author must be fucking stupid. "All right students, are you done? I'm really glad to know that you both have reached the semi finals. It's a little hard to select one of you but what to do rules are rules. So we request you to leave the tools." the overly excited MC requested with a large smile plastered all over her face. You know what I'm doing right now? I'm fucking painting. I shouldn't have trusted Travis when he said that he had a good news to share. I didn't expect that there's going to be a painting competition with EROS MILLER as my rival.

said Betty. She unzipped her handbag and took out a flyer Marietta had given her. "Look, this is the competition I'm talking about. It's a short story contest that will be announced to the public in a few days. "However, this contest is a last-minute thing being held in Marietta's honor, so the timing is very rushed. They want submissions next month. "Take a look and see if you want to participate in it. Your short story is only about a few thousand words long anyway."

My imagination has gone too surreal to be called healthy. I just shook my head. I continued walking and looked a few more times behind me in case I… really… saw… a dragon…. But there was nothing, though. That’s it. Grandma's stories have gotten into my head. Besides, I’ve been working on fiction about creatures similar to it. I’ve been submitting more entries to the same ol’ publisher that has rejected every of my written pieces. I just didn’t know how to give up. Not yet. I knew I was born to be a well-known writer. And I swear that to the moon!

How my brother used to protect me in school, and how we became friends. “Hey, there is a state competition for romantic story writers. Why don’t you take part, Aoife?” I inhaled a sharp breath because I had told no one I used to write stories. “No, I don’t have time for writing anymore. College, assignments, library, it’s exhausting. I think Matt is the right fit for any writing competition.” “But you are a wonderful writer. I read your stories, and it’s the best I’ve read so far,” she replied.

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?