Literary Competitions 2023 Novels & Stories

, 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?"

Mr Winters said and everyone nodded in affirmative. "Mig,Elva" Fleur called,her gaze fixed on something in Braun's iPod. "Yes" We answered. "Braun just showed me something...There is a competition coming up in two weeks time..it's created by the wealthiest politicians in Mexico...it'll be done annually and It's based on modelling and music..the competition are for popular models and musicians...

said Betty. She unzipped her handbag and took out a flyer Marietta had given her. "Look, this is the competition I'm talking about. It's a short story contest that will be announced to the public in a few days. "However, this contest is a last-minute thing being held in Marietta's honor, so the timing is very rushed. They want submissions next month. "Take a look and see if you want to participate in it. Your short story is only about a few thousand words long anyway."

I turn to Tessa who looks deeply engaged in her food recipes,but I know that deep within she is as much excited and worried about tomorrow as I am. "What's our schedule, again?" I ask. Tessa sighs. "Can we not talk about it? I'm already freaking out. Moon God knows what will happen tomorrow." "What's there to happen? We'll be attending our classes, that's all and I…" I hop out of my bed in my comfy shorts and walk over to the seating area. "...will be preparing to win the competition." I flag the notice sheet that I xeroxed from the notice board about this year's Annual competition. It will be held in December. Which means I have got a lot of time to train myself.

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.

"After the Castellano business failed, we looked for new opportunities, and we were invited to participate in an important design competition. It’s the first time they are inviting us." "What competition?" Meredith asks, knowing full well that only one important competition is approaching. And this competition is like the stage where all the gods in the design world gather. “It is the Annual Fashion Design Awards and…” Max wants to continue. "I will do it!" Meredith said, wiping away her tears. "Are you sure?" Max asks “ it's a short time and there is a theme for this year. ” "I am sure, I will do it . Tell me the theme! ” Meredith says and she suddenly feels refreshed, and looking at her po

The crowd went wild with cheers. "The competition will include painting, drawing, poem, literature, music, singing, and lastly dancing.” Ruby smile. This was going to be an easy win for her. For she was talented in all areas of what the stage master said. “Now, we may, be able to find a beauty to uphold the title of Southern Border’s beauty,” said the stage master. There was applause from all directions. "Now, it’s been so decades since anyone is able to compete against the Great Beauty of the Northern Border. So, hopefully this time around we can find the one to take the title!" said the stage master.

I’ll be counting on your continued support there too, because every story is more beautiful when shared with readers like you. Also, I’d like to remind you about the COMPETITION I mentioned earlier, coming up on the 23rd of September. Your votes will mean the world to me, and I’ll be posting more updates about it on my F******k page and the MJ Stories account. Please don’t forget—I truly need you by my side for this. Thank you once again for being part of this journey with me. Truly, without you, there would be no story. ❤️ With love and gratitude,

Of course, he could recognize no one since we were much. "A beautiful morning to students and teachers, academic staff, and nonacademic. You are all welcome here." "As we all know that the annual competition, the Academy Royal institution will be coming up on the second of next month, September, twenty twenty-two. I shall pass the microphone onto our amiable, principal Lorelei. She will shed more light on the competition, Thank you." After those words, he did as he said. He passed on the microphone to the Principal who joyfully collected the microphone from him. She smiled and looked around before talking as if she were observing something.

And I know it’s the reputation I cultivated, but I hate it and everything it represents. Before she can respond, Amora asks for everyone’s attention. “Today, we have a special event. Cataleya suggested it. It’s a competition, and we have quite the prize for the winner. Couple’s massages.” The crowd makes a pleased sound, and Lilly looks equally excited. Probably by the thought of beating someone at something. “It’s a competition to see how well you know your partner, or a friend of your choice, if you came without a date.” Amora smilesexcitedly, but I freeze.