Free Entry Writing Contests 2023 Novels & Stories

, 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 never answered that phone call from me. That day, in the Family Expense Portal application, I wrote: "Math competition registration deadline is today. Registration fee is $500. Attached are screenshots of the registration notice and payment page." Calvin replied: "Rejected. Please explain the necessity of participating in this competition and the expected benefits." I resubmitted. "Winning or placing in this competition can help me qualify for independent university admissions. It will help with college placement." He rejected it again: "The expected benefits are not clear enough. Please quantify."

“We’re all here for you. And don’t hesitate to let us know if you need anything—whether it’s support or just a distraction.” “Thanks so much. I’ll certainly keep that in mind.” Kayla smiled, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Of course. And speaking of distractions and opportunities, I’ve got something exciting to show you.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a colorful poster, holding it up for me to see. The poster advertised a city-wide costume-making contest, with details about the event, entry requirements, and a tantalizing grand prize for the winner. “I saw this and thought of you immediately,” Kayla said, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “This could be a huge break for

'Paragon annual designing contest' I halted, slowly scrolling through my phone. "Paragon is hosting a contest?" I muttered, my eyes scanning through every words displayed on my phone. It was a contest where talented designers upload their designs, and the best design with the highest audience votes wins cash price, dress of the year, and a percent of the sales of the dress. For a second, I thought of giving it a try, but as I scrolled through the number of people that already applied with their work, and some of them being celebrities who had won the contest three times in three years, I lost the spark. Will I even get a chance to win anything?

she said. "A writing contest? No, I didn't see it, but I love contests. I enter them all the time. I never win, but you have to keep trying, right? I read that a lot of famous writers have their books rejected twenty or thirty times before they're finally published. And you definitely can't win if you don't enter." Lucy shrugged and opened her math book. "It was nice of you to tell me, Jane. I'll go and check it out."

Jacob remarked. “We’re already here. I want to hear what else they have to say,” Arda replied. “Alright,” Karina agreed. “Whatever you want,” Jacob said, sounding reluctant, but Arda ignored him. Surprisingly, so did Karina. “Anyway,” the woman continued, “we’ve set up a website for this contest. Go online, fill out the form, and upload a picture of your mark. This is now an online competition. Include your bank details, and our team will verify your submission. Winners will be announced on the site, and prizes will be sent directly.”

I assumed it had something to do with his daughter. “That’s marvelous,” Liam said. “Thank you. You won’t regret this.” Lucian sat silent, looking like a scolded school boy. “I do have two conditions, though,” Lemone cautioned. “Of course. Anything,” Liam said eagerly. “First, you will need to prepare an entry. You will have three days to do so. And the estimated market value must be over ten million dollars.” Ten million dollars! I didn’t have that kind of money…. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Looks like I wouldn’t be able to enter the contest after all.

My shift will end soon. And I still I have to finish my final draft for the writing contest! It’s due next week. I thought. I joined the “Writer's Luck” contest to win $700. Not only that, you'll be an automatic member of an elite book club called “The Golden Phoenix” wherein you will meet many personalities and big people. Also, this club could aid you find a sponsor or a publisher to publish your writing. And I think this is a tremendous opportunity to pay off the debts of my aunt. I hope luck will be in my favour.

"To exhibit, to sell, to run however you want. Three years fully sponsored." I looked at the flyer again. The submission deadline was printed at the bottom. It was six weeks away. "Is this real?" I asked. "I went last year," he said. "I entered the mixed media category. I did not win but I saw the winner receive the keys to the gallery space in person. It is very real." I folded the flyer carefully and held it in my hand. "You should enter," Andrew said. "You have six weeks. That is enough time to put something serious together if you start now."

I could feel the determination rising within me, and I clenched my fists, pushing aside the nagging questions about the media. “Oh, his birthday is coming up, isn't it?” Pierre's voice broke through my thoughts, his words pulling me back into the moment. “That would be the perfect time for you to submit your entry as well.” I paused, my brush hovering over the half-finished painting. “Submit my entry?” I echoed, squinting at him in confusion. “What do you mean? Where would I be submitting it?” Pierre raised an eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Right, I forgot you don't have your phone with you right now. There's a contest happening in the city,”