Free Entry Writing Contests 2023 Novels & Stories

' 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.

, ah never mind. "Don't go out of the topic, answer my serious question first." she's starting to frown. "Hmm I actually want to come, but I don't think I'm going to win, my competitors are just famous university graduates," I said lethargic, told her. Indeed because the competition is a new company but they have managed to get customers from the top, and of course seeing the high job prospects in this company makes many fresh graduates from famous universities such as Design Aeterna University also want to try this competition, let alone the prize offered not messing around, the first place will get 5 million rupiah, the second place will get 3 million rupiah , and the third place will get

She stabbed the paper with her finger right over the line that read "$10,000 Cash Prize." The figure certainly drew Bella's attention. She read further and her interest dimmed. The Lodge Presents the Annual Alpha's Pet Contest Only Hot Male Subs Ages 18-30 Need Apply FRIDAY NIGHT ONLY 11 p.m. — ??? Winner receives access to the Alpha's Dungeon, a $10,000 cash prize, and the coveted diamond collar! "What is this?" Bella asked warily. "It sounds like a cheesy reality show." “That’s because Brendan handles the marketing and he’s a total cheeseball, but the contest is legit. And it’s cooler than it sounds. The House of Wolf throws a huge party every year with drinks, dancing and lots of hot guys

] 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’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.

“That’s ridiculous! I don’t believe that they could come up with a competition like that when all they have to do is prepare for an imminent war. Do you think that if Alpha Zeke doesn’t win, he will let go of his pack? He will fight Alpha Ezra.” “I heard Alpha Zeke is gone for a few days.” Then ignoring my words, she said, “There’s a prize of two hundred dollars though.” That made me pause. Two hundred dollars? It was enough to buy essentials, to keep myself alive a little longer in this hellhole, until I escaped. “I want to join,” I whispered. Alicia’s eyes lit up as she chuckled. “I knew you’d say yes! You are best at it. Come on! We have to fill out the entry form. You’ll need a partner t