Fiction Writing Contests Novels & Stories

True Love and Other Disasters ( Tae-Woo & YoonA ) 3. Not So Plain Jane ( Steven Summers & Jane Austin ) 4. Tempted by The Devil ( Reed Summers & Liesl Hampton ) 5. Dark Deception ( Declan Summers & Ma Qingshan ) 6. Dark Betrayal ( Thornton Summers & Ava Smith ) ⪼⪼ 7. Mr. Fiction ( Julie & Remliel ) ⪻⪻⪻ 8. Taming The Wild CEO ( Javier & Ella ) ~ completed & available exclusively on GoodNovel

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

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

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."

I'll be posting prompts for story openings based on our ongoing contests, successful outlines and designs, and if you are up for it, take it and write it out~ Come back to me with your own story and I have contracts to offer~ (well, if you already have a senior editor with GN, go to them :P -------

he exclaimed as he wiped his cheeks, I rolled my eyes at him with the feeling of discontent and went back to my table. Way to ruin the moment, I thought bitterly. The genre for the contest is Romance and Tragedy, and so far, the only story that fitted that category is the one I'm currently writing. The deadline for this is two months from now. I looked at my story and began to calculate the days before I can finish it. Again, I was snapped out of my reverie when Xander leaned in t look at my work. His face's so close to mine that I can smell his perfume.

When I didn’t respond, she continued. “It’s not a paid position. At least not yet. That might change in the future. But for right now, it’ll get your name out there and drive a larger audience to your blog. We would require a new story a week on any topic that you choose. I’d prefer it to be fiction/fantasy, but it can be anything. You’d send them straight to me via my email and I will send you any corrections we make to your stories before we post them. Once you approve the story and it goes through our editing system, it’ll be posted within the week. You’ll get an email once It’s life on our sight.” “Are you serious?” I asked, my voice coming out breathless. “You really want me to write fo

"Your stories have the power to touch hearts, to inspire others. Don't let fear hold you back from sharing that gift with the world." With her words echoing in my mind, I took a deep breath and made up my mind. I would enter the writing contest, not for the sake of winning, but for the joy of seeing my words come alive on paper and reaching out to others. Days turned into nights as I poured my heart and soul into crafting the story for the contest. I spent countless hours refining each sentence, polishing every word until they shimmered with emotion and authenticity. The characters on the page became real to me, living and breathing with every turn of phrase.