Reader Contests Novels & Stories

he asked. Parker tipped his head back and scratched his chin. “They all have their own stylists,” he said. “Maybe we could run a reader competition,” Allie said. She was one of the social media marketing team and damned good at her job. “Build a bit of momentum before the series actually comes out.” Carter nodded. “I like the idea, but it might take too long to pull off. We can put that idea on the back burner and put it in our plans for next year maybe.”

I keep staring at it. I will crush on her hard if she is not too pop for my taste. I close the page and just open my G***l. Anya is not who I care about tomorrow. I immediately saw an email from ROCK OUT LOUD! Sent at 6 AM with the subject title The Rocking Songwriting contest! My palms start sweating. The Rock Out Loud Songwriting contest...It is one of the biggest songwriting contests in the country (and the only rock-related one). It holds a songwriting contest every year, but I only joined last January where the theme was "The World Is Against All Odds!" because it is related to my favorite local band, Hearts In Circle's new album with the same name. Not only that, but the band will also

"Ah okay, just this one time, Mey." "Thank you!" I smiled. He gave me a brief nod and continued to explain our task, "At the end of the year, each of you shall complete a 30,000 words novella. We would make it a contest, and just like any competition, there shall be a winner. Our English teacher, Mr. Rodriguez, an editor from our local paper, and I would be the judge." Koltin seemed very interested. I watched him eagerly raise his hand before asking, "What do we get if we win?"

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It’s Drew. Shit. I knew it He’s probably watching me from somewhere. He probably knows what I’m up to and has reported it to Aaron. I shakily picked up the call. “Hey Drew I..” I stutter but his end is noisy so I can barely hear myself. “There’s a short story contest going on downtown. Write something and send it over then Bobby will pick you up after work when they call the results.” Drew says all in a breath. “W-what?”

"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."

While he was driving, I can see him glancing at me and just kept smiling. I told him to stop "You are so beautiful, I can't help it. Do not worry much about him. I asked my friend from the writing industry if he can give me the partial list of writers that would participate in the contest. He told me that he can get it but it will take days because there were 500+ names and one of them is the one you are looking for." I gazed into the distance after hearing him say that. I looked at my phone to see if he already had nee updates but it was rather odd, it felt like I am interested in what would happen next in the story because I think it would happen to me as well.

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.

Gen said. “I’m all ears!” I said. “Well, remember your entry you wrote on your journal?” she asked. “Which?” I asked her, unsure of which she was talking about. There were many poems in that book hand written by me. “Let me tell a love story.” she answered. “Yeah, what about it?” I asked. “Don’t freak out but Britney submitted your entry to a competition hosted by one of her I*******m followers. It gained recognition and you’ve been given an opportunity to publish for one of the biggest Poet association in America!!” she announced.

the caller said. I was stunned for a moment when I heard his voice because it was Oliver. How did he know my—oh yeah, probably because of Matthew. I immediately stood up. "Yes, speaking," I replied. "I just wanted to ask if you've started writing," he asked in a monotone but polite voice. "Actually, I haven't," I honestly answered. Please end the call. I was pacing back and forth in my small living room. "Please do start writing now because we have already decided to enter your work, Mr. Wright, into a competition that will happen in three weeks from now." Say what? I stopped walking, a competition?