Free Entry Writing Contests 2023 Novels & Stories

He smiled, a whole hearted smile I'd never seen before. "Thank you, Davis." xX Contest rules to win a free paper copy of this book has been posted on my i n s t a. make sure to take a look @rae.knight.author. Contest ends May 31st Xx

After all, it was for his sake that I was doing all these things. Anyway, I am not supposed to say or think about this, but I could not help it. The Cindaly jewelry contest is ongoing and time waits for no one. I have to go to Cindaly City as soon as possible and enter the contest before the deadline, which is next week. Today was Wednesday, and the contest entry period will end next week Monday. Saturday and Sunday were the weekend, and no entry registration would be available on those days. Meaning that if I don't make it over there to Cindaly City either today, Thursday, or Friday, then I must make it over there on Monday.

] Another message followed immediately. [Luxury accommodation. Fully paid trip. National livestream exposure. Final winner receives a publishing contract worth $1,000,000.] Winona stared at the screen suspiciously. Before she could process it, her best friend Ava called. “Tell me you got the invite too!” Ava shouted excitedly. “This thing is blowing up online right now. They’re inviting writers, actors, gamers, influencers, all kinds of people.” “You seriously think this is real?” “I think your boyfriend just ruined your mental stability and the universe is compensating you,” Ava replied.

“Look at this—Painting Fest! Right here in the city next weekend.” I gave her a flat look. “Rhea… you’ve seen my inbox. Does this look like the face of someone who wants to fest anything?” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, stop. This isn’t about work. It’s about you doing something you actually love before you turn into a tragic couch statue. And before you say no—” she shoved the flyer into my hands, “—they’re offering a cash prize.” “Uh-huh,” she said, plopping herself down next to me and spreading the flyer across my lap like it was a treasure map. “Anonymous entries, live showcase, cash prize. A whole hundred dollars for first place.”

"Take a look and see if you want to participate in it. Your short story is only about a few thousand words long anyway." Caroline's eyes lit up, and she said, "I can take part in it?" "Of course. There are no regulations regarding the participants for this contest. You can take part in it as long as you can write. To be honest, the organizers just want to make money off Marietta's fame," said Betty. Sean felt embarrassed when he heard that.

, I asked. "Exactly January 24th, next year; provided there are no disturbances and factors that could hinder it. If para venture it's postponed, the organization is going to let us know. Do we understand?" "Yes ma'am" we replied. I could see it that everyone was excited to be chosen for the competition. Mrs. Stella adjusted some files on the table. "So you all have a task. Your poem for entry into the competition is to be submitted before Wednesday, next week. That's exactly six days now. We have to forward it to the organization via their official website. Should I trust you guys to do this?"

My fingers feel numb as I pick it up, unfolding it slowly. The handwriting is Hayden's. “Get Eden Clarke to give it up before prom night. Proof required (photo or video). Winner gets $10,000 from each participant. If I lose, I pay double.” Below it are three signatures. Two of which I don’t recognize. And then there’s Hayden's. My knees buckle. I sink to the floor, the photos scattered around me. The water in the bathroom shuts off. I still don't move. No, I can't.

I’m about to say goodbye and make my escape when she speaks again. “There’s a huge Fine Arts Competition coming up in London in three months’ time. The winner gets to have their work published in a huge editorial magazine and they also get to have a gallery exhibition with published works of their choice. Are you interested?” For a moment, I’m stunned speechless. It’s a huge opportunity that anyone would kill for. Not many people get to have these kinds of opportunities this early. “You’re asking me to participate?” I ask in disbelief. She shrugs. “Why not? Usually, I reserve this for the seniors but I think I’ll make an exception this year. So? What do you think?”

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

"Yes, I'm certain." The staff member replied, "Very well, Miss Ember. We'll escort you to the forest in three days as scheduled." Just as I hung up, Grayson suddenly pushed open the door. "Move to what forest?" I put away my phone and changed the subject. "It's nothing, Uncle. Did you need something?" He didn't press further, simply answering, "Your competition entry won an award. The organizers invited you to the ceremony the day after tomorrow." If Grayson hadn't mentioned it, I would have nearly forgotten. I was quite skilled at painting and had qualified for the finals of a prestigious national competition a month ago. I never expected to actually win.