Literary Contests Novels & Stories

“In fact, he’s been honoring that contest with his presence since the first day. Always sitting in front, cheering that little girl called Phoebe.” My throat tightened. Dorcas stepped closer. “Now listen, Nora. This contest only holds once in every five circles of the full moon. Children between the ages of four to six are the only ones allowed to participate. Liora will never get this chance again. She will never be five years old twice.” I looked down slowly. “You’ve seen how far she has gone,” Dorcas continued. “It started with over a hundred children. She worked hard and made it to the final five. You can’t deny her effort.”

It came from a festival. Not a security conference, not a legal proceeding, not a foundation working group — a literary festival. The Hay Festival, specifically, which was held in Wales every summer and which was, in the world of books and ideas, one of the significant gatherings of people who thought writing and thinking were among the most important things humans did.

The lady passed off the papers and it got to me. I racked my brain as I tried to read the several topics. They seemed so out of my league. I looked up at Jared for, panic in my eyes. Even though he hadn’t faced me to speak, I knew he was talking to me and I calmed a little. “I’m here to help and you’re here to help us. We will be putting a lot of heads together to come up with papers the judges have never seen before.” “The actual contest is not till the end of the semester but there’ll be regular meetings before then.”

The waiter noticed her confusion and explained patiently, "People will gather here at a certain time and compete with their scents. They’ll have to prepare their own scents beforehand, and several others will judge them to see whose scent contains the most unique ingredient, the most distinctive, the most layers, and so on. There's a lot to learn from playing this." Then with a wave of his hand, he assumed that she still did not understand. "Well, it's just a small competition at the end of the day. There are people out there who are interested in cockfights, and there are people who compete on who has the better wine. Some even compete with their poetry. Here, we compete with scents." At th

I rushed inside, crossing the corridor to quickly stash my belongings in my locker. "The Full Moon Contest!" I whispered, grabbing hold of the advertisement. The contest was scheduled for this upcoming full moon, targeting those who had recently turned 18 or were even older. It was set to take place in a few weeks, during which the school would be focusing entirely on our werewolf activities.

"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,

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.

“This is a process of elimination. So, if you cannot find yourself to compete, please step out.” Ruby stepped in first as she finds it fascinating to talk about books in a poem. Her poem sent the crowd and judges clapping loudly. Soon the Dragon Empire was talking about how talented Ruby was as she did not shy far from Samantha in talents. Some even stated that Ruby was far more smarter and talented than Samantha. "That damn woman!" grunted Samantha as she clenches her fist tightly together. "She's purposely doing this to get their attention," said Rebecca stomping her feet. “Literature is our next subject. This may take a few days to write, but you are time limited to only two days as the o

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."

“How can we help?” “Student council will be having a poem writing contest at 14, 8 in the morning. That day, Ledger will give you the details, I mean, the scores of every contestant from the 3 judges,” he paused and then he looked at Zyah, “Can you help him, Clarriese?” “Yes, sir. No problem.” “One more thing. Do also the certificates, I’ll just give you the layouts later.” The following week, we are all busy doing our assigned tasks.