Literary Competitions 2023 Novels & Stories

'F*ck! Why are there so many people here to compete in the tournament?' Darryl muttered to himself as he went to have a look at the rules of the tournament. The New World Royals had divided the tournament into a literary and martial arts competition. The martial arts competition was pretty self-explanatory. It was a competition to test a cultivator's powers. On the other hand, the literary competition was to test the contestants' talents—music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, astronomy and geography, and many others.

Olivia said, pulling a few sheets of paper out of her bag, "I managed to get some information about how the competition works. Want to hear it?" "Please," I replied, genuinely curious about what Christian had cooked up. "Three teams from different companies," she began. "Points system per activity, with a final ranking on Sunday night." "Different companies?" I asked, intrigued. "Which ones?" "We don't know yet," Luke said. "It's being kept secret until we arrive. Christian only said they're all in the same sector as us." "Wineries," Madeline concluded. "Exactly. Three wineries competing in activities that test teamwork, leadership, and problem-solving under pressure."

"Everyone listen carefully. The competition hosted by I, the Alpha of New Moove is quite simple. And the aim of this competition is to recruit some talented individuals to work for the sake of our pack." "The competition is divided into three sections. The first one is to determine the dexterity of might and abilities of contestants which is, Fight. Any weapons are allowed as long as they are endorsed by the hall's requirements." "The second section is to read poems. New Moove promotes grace and well-spokenness in everything we do. That means you must not be too brutish either." "What is the big deal about reading poems?" A man in the crowd scoffed. "If anyone fails in any of the categories,

Listed underneath were the prizes which consists of a writer of the year award, a Publishing offer, and a live interview to publicise the book and writer. All those things were something I wanted so badly, but I couldn't go through that terrible ordeal of trying to conquer my fear again, definitely not anytime soon. Under the list of contest winners was the contact of the host, so I typed the number on my phone and took a deep breath before dialling it. The receiver answered the phone on the third ring. "Hello, this is Kimberly from Maryland Writing School. How can I help you?" "Hi, I'm Rhea Knight, the Author of Royal Deception."

Though Laura had helped her get a spot as a contestant, she needed to be there in person to officially register for the competition. Liam glanced at the invitation. It looked familiar to him. Was it not the competition that Dominic's company organized once every three years? As Dominic was a real estate mogul, his company would organize interior design competitions. The winning designs would be used for their residential properties. Liam was surprised to find that Mia was also joining the competition!

I just started working today and heard from my colleagues about the fashion design competition that will be held next month. This contest is organized by Gloria. Once a year, fashion designers from all over the country will participate in the contest, the purpose of which is to promote Gloria's prestige and also help Gloria recruit more design talents. But Grainne was completely uninterested in this contest because the venue was in Gloria, and all the judges were leaders of the JK Group, Carwyn Levi was of course one of them. While working, the chat window suddenly flashed, Grainne smiled and clicked on the icon, a message sent by Mirror.

APRIL Excitement buzzed through me as I looked through my application one last time. Competitions were my favorite part of schooling, it had always been so since I was a toddler and nothing changed up till now. We didn’t have much competitions at Enigma, but the few we had were always bloody, students would go to any length to win and one couldn’t blame them because the school always put up pretty amazing cash prizes to be won. This time around, we were gearing up for the Jaw Wars, an annual oratory competition where the winner went home with a ten thousand dollar cash prize, an all expense paid summer trip, and free tutoring sessions.

I said. He nodded and then reached into the bag he was carrying. He pulled out a folded piece of paper and held it out to me. I took it and unfolded it. It was a flyer, printed on good paper, not the kind people made on a home printer. It had a photo of a large open gallery space at the top and bold text underneath. ARTISTS CONNECT. ANNUAL ART EXHIBITION AND COMPETITION. I read further down. It was an open competition for artists at any level. You submitted a piece or a series of pieces. A panel of judges reviewed them. There were different categories—Painting, sculpture, mixed media, digital.

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?”

Ibukun glanced at her, wondering if she had just cried about Bolaji and her sudden drop in friends and admirers. “Yes, good,” he said, and turning to Ibukun, who shook her head no, he explained, “The Competition is in its maiden year. It’s for SS3 students only. It takes place in May, after your SSCE exams. For now, only schools from five states are open to competing; Lagos, Abia, Jos, Oyo and Rivers. The exam would also be purely oral.”