Free To Enter Writing Contests Novels & Stories

"Well, my beloved best friend, I have great news from your dream university. Go ahead and open it." I excitedly opened it and my eyes widened as soon as I read what was on it. It's an invitation to a writing contest from the university. "Oh my gosh! How'd you get this?" Xander fumbles with his hands, "I went there to visit my brother and I was about to leave when I noticed some people crowding at a table. I went to take a closer look and saw that it's a signup contest about writing, it says that anyone can join, even outsiders. I know how you love writing and considering that is your dream school... I signed you up there and they gave me this."

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.

Maybe I'm a little excited. "Good. The main reason I have called is to tell you that your entry for the art competition has been selected. You have been selected to enter the second round for the competition with two other students from our school. Congratulations! You are given a free pass to visit the art Museum Near New Orleans." One second backup did she just say I won? I am leaving the campus. Is it true that if God shuts one door and he will open another? Did he give me multiple options? Sweet Jesus.

Then she looked down at the stone in its open mahogany box. "I used to think that the hardest part of writing was writing words, " Elena said softly. "When I was writing for the platforms they always wanted more. They wanted it faster and more exciting.. Writing this story is not about filling up space. It is about staying true to the story." Julian looked up from his tablet. Smiled. "You have already changed the game, Elena. Marcus told me this morning that two writers are free from their bad contracts. The platform executives are starting to realize that they cannot enforce rules that're unfair."

After all, he was my numero uno fan. “Not really… well, kind of. My manager told me about this competition all over the States when I went to submit my draft to her, it’s about writing an original novel on any genre the writer prefers. Whoever wins—I think there will be one from each genre—will get their book published nationwide and sign a five-year contract with one of the famous publication houses.” I explained. “Ah! That’s great! You decided on what to write yet?” he asked curiously, laying his head on my lap as he did so. “I could give you—”

"Getting this paper out of the way will be a huge relief. Cause for celebration, I think." "Oh?" I ask as Holdo Hall comes distantly into view down the road. "This Saturday, the public library is hosting a literary event. It's this big gala for writers – authors of both nonfiction and fiction. Award ceremony, dinner, open bar. The works." I feel my eyes widen. "Are you up for an award?" Suddenly, Harlan looks rather uncomfortable. Shifting in his seat and clenching his outstretched hand around the steering wheel, he responds, "Not the big one, but I'm being recognized as an emerging writer."

"There would be other competitions in sciences and arts, but this is bigger than them all. I want to encourage every single one of you to put in your best work. This is life-changing, and I mean that. Everyone is welcome to enter, no matter your year or your background, and entry is completely free. The application is live right now on the school website. Bulletins have also been sent to your school email, and copies are posted on every board in the building." The room broke into noise the second she stepped back from the podium, everyone talking over each other about the numbers she just read out. I sat there, my mind already running through fabric choices and sketches I had drawn in my not