Paid Writing Contests Novels & Stories

Especially when they started digging. Her gaze shifted to the table, and she picked up the second note. It was folded. With a deep breath, she carefully unfolded it and began to read. The words on the page were not Edmond's; they were handwritten by someone else. It was familiar. So April looked at the last part of the note. The only thing in the note that seemed to be typed out. “May Wolfe, Grade 8. Winning submission for the 'The Pen Is Mightier Than the Sword' contest.” April read out loud.

"Win an Internship of two months at The Belle under Kevin Rawls with a cash prize of Twenty million dollars!" "Oh. My. God," Susan was astonished reading it. All their dreams could be fulfilled if they win this contest. "Read it further Susan. That's not the end of it." Susan read the details of the contest. "A position of assistant designer after two months of paid internship." Susan read all the details and she was beyond happy. She was ecstatic. "We are going to win this contest no matter what!" "We will do anything to win this contest Susan. But first, we need a design to submit for the contest to get selected."

Sometimes the guys can be a bit too much but Miss Johnson is always there to keep them in check. Once the class had settled down, we sat eagerly waiting for the day to begin. I was nervous about my essay because I wrote it out of my crush and desire for someone that is forbidden. "As you all know, the essay that you have written has to be submitted today. If you haven't completed that essay yet, you have plenty of time in class. This essay is part of the competition and it counts towards your grade. When you win the competition, it will be in a local magazine in a column that is catered for creative writing essays and that will also help you into getting into selected colleges." she announce

Arthur wrestled his fictional town planner into a satisfying, if bloody, conclusion. And I wrote. Not about the fight, but about the quiet after. Essays on the psychology of sea-glass hunting, the alchemy of a perfect pie crust, the way light slants differently in October. I sent them to a small coastal lifestyle magazine on a whim. They accepted one, paying me in contributor copies and a vague promise of “exposure.” It felt like a different kind of victory, soft and personal.

Hopefully, in peace. About to click the play button, a message pops up in my phone. It's from the Krishna Fashion Design Contest. What could it be now? I open it to read it, and for the first time, their message doesn't come as a broadcast. It seems to have been intently typed and sent to me. “Dear champion, as promised, we'll be fixing you a date with one of the big sponsors of our just concluded contest. Anticipate a message from us by weekend.”

“You seem lost and afraid. Is it about the bad guy and the unpaid debt?” I nodded desperately. “Well, I know how you can clear this debt in 4 days,” she said confidently, looking me dead in the eyes. “How?” “There is a site that provides clients that pays you for every exclusive post you send to them,” she started and my mind wandered to our last conversation. “Exclusive?” “Yes, if they find you charming, they spend more on you so that you can satisfy them by selling your body to them. Do whatever they want. The reward is handsome, Lily, think about it.”

I haven’t sent anything for this contest… “Uh, may I ask what outputs you are pertaining to?” she looked at me, “did you join the contest?” I nodded, “well every contestant was sent an email, that they have to give the output for their story within this week.” I looked at her in confusion, email? I haven’t received an email about that… I glared in Xander’s direction who is smiling in guilt at me, “I was the one who filled up the form for you and since I didn’t know your email… I wrote my own and I kind of forgot to check my email…”

Ashley told him what happened today and muttered, "With regard to the competition I have been doing recently, I am changing the draft every day, and I am going to throw up." Jacob asked, "Have you passed?" "Mm-hmm." Ashley said, "but the results didn't come out so soon. It should have to wait until next semester." "Then take a rest during this period of time." "I want to win the prize. I heard them say that this competition has a high gold content, and there will be a lot of big enterprises coming over when awarding awards, and they may be attracted. " Sang Zhi mumbled, "then my days after graduation will be very clear, from nine to five, with a monthly income of more than ten thousand."

... Kimberly's eyes widened in surprise. No one knew the prestige of this contest better than her. It had high standards and pursued absolute fairness, allowing no bought spots or backdoor deals. The finalists were all renowned writers from all over the world. Clarissa enthused, "In all our years, this is our first time reaching the finals of such a contest. I always believed in your writing, but to achieve this so soon after your comeback is incredible." Kimberly beamed, noting that reaching the finals was a kind of recognition and a boost for her reputation.

He smirks and drops his pen leaning against his table with his palms laced together. "You are really something young lady. So what do you think we are doing here that makes you want to throw yourself in without clarifying details?" I scoff. "Of course I clarified the details. I checked it well in the ad and it said you are giving out 10,000 dollars per month within the range of 3 months for a professional caretaker." I say and he laughs. "And what do you think the word caretaker means in your own understanding?" He asks and I frown.