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I stated before chuckling. ** I smiled to myself after I finish reading that chapter. All my life I have been telling myself that I should be the modern Cinderella—that my prince Charming would be looking for em but joeks on me, I should not merely focus on that thing. I then remember what Rael told me yesterday. A writing company from Singapore? What if I’’ll grab the opportunity and submit that novel I have been writing two years ago? I grab my phone to vist the website that Rael sent to me. I skim through their pages and read that they have been chosen by some TV agencies and directors to work with especially wne it comes to adaptations.

It was now time for the back and forth to begin. ***Hello, my darling readers and Co-writers. I hope the story is coming along well. I will give away souvenirs to five people every month throughout this year starting from this month. I am grateful for the support and would like to show my appreciation. I wish I could give everyone something. Please do not be offended if I do not select you. It is not because I think less of you; it is because I am too broke to give to everyone. I will think of something digital soon, like gift cards that I can share with more people that will be cost-effective. I will select you through the comment section of my books on GN and post the chosen people every m

Subject: Submission Review—Immediate Opportunity I gasped. Mrs. Selene Harold, your recent work has been reviewed by the editorial team at Lyric Press. We are impressed by your voice, your pacing, and your style. We would like to offer you a position as a contributing writer. Full training and mentorship will be provided. Please reply within 48 hours to accept. My eyes widened.

Then there was a bold writing by the side, which read; Writing contest for High school Students. Winner of the contest gets a free trip to France. You must be between the age sixteen and nineteen to be able to participate in this contest. Deadline: 26th of July, 2020 Visit: elixirwritingcontest@gmail.com to register for the contest and to enquire for more information. "How am I even supposed to participate in a writing contest when I can't even update my story during the week? Besides do you think parents would even let me go to France by myself?"

At the lobby, the receptionist called our attention when she handed us leaflets. “What’s this?” Jo and I read what was written on the leaflet. “The annual contest?” She gasped, but there was excitement in her voice. “What’s that?” I asked, intrigued. Jo explained that the annual contest was the company’s way of discovering new talent. We give aspiring candidates a chance to showcase their work. It can be an investigative news story, a feature story, or a comprehensive continuing story. We also give the best photographer award during this contest.” “And?” I prodded.

Dear Readers, First, let me say a heartfelt thank you for being part of the journey with *My Mate's Betrayal and Rejection.* Seeing your love for my story through your comments and engagement has been a source of immense joy and motivation for me. As a writer pouring my heart and soul into this story, your support means more than words can express. Writing takes time, energy, and passion, and every bit of encouragement makes a difference. That’s why I’m reaching out to you today: if my story has touched your heart, made you smile, or even brought you to tears, I kindly ask for your support.

I was standing in his kitchen with my coffee going cold and my mouth slightly open and the words on my screen rearranging the shape of my morning. Dear Ms. Ellis, We're pleased to inform you that your feature essay "The Women Who Love in Silence" has been selected for our spring spotlight. The piece will run in our April issue, both print and digital... The literary magazine. Not the campus one – the real one. The regional publication with actual subscribers and actual distribution and an editorial board that had rejected three of my submissions before this one. They'd taken the essay I'd written at 2 AM on Sienna's floor after the worst week of my life – the one about women who carry love l

’ The New World Emperor nodded at Florian beside him with that thought in mind. Florian immediately understood him and took a step forward before loudly saying, “Everyone, today’s literary competition preliminary round is to write an essay with any topic of your choice. It could be anything—Astronomy, Geography, Chess, Music, Calligraphy, Art, Ranking Formations, or even World Governance. Just write what you’re good at!”

Last and definitely not the least: I conduct events where the winner gets the chance to request for an extra Chapter of any novel and it will be published within 24 hours. Also, fun quizzes, important decisions, are all there. If you liked it all, then follow me on I*******m @lexi.priyanshi. (I will remind you after every 10 chapters, if you have read this note once, you can skip next time)

“She says she’s fine. Don’t you think there’s something else we should share with her instead of all this constant worrying like she’s nine years old?” I look between all their faces, a small frown forming. “What’s that?” Instantly, my brothers’ faces brighten with excitement. “Check your email.” Lucas says, literally beaming. My frown deepens, but I still pull out my phone and refresh my inbox. A new email pops up. Dear Lorette Sterling, Congratulations. You have been selected as one of the trial participants for the Twelfth Edition of the Quills On Fire Art Competition. Further details, instructions, and information regarding the trial test will be shared in our next email.