Reedsy Contest 소설 & 이야기

“I understand it seems daunting, but think of it as a perfect distraction from everything that’s been happening. It’s a chance to channel your energy into something positive, and it could really boost your career.” “Alright,” I eventually said, my voice steady. “I’ll do it. I’m in.” Kayla’s face lit up with a triumphant smile. “That’s fantastic, Emily! I knew you’d come around. You can do this.” The weeks that followed were a whirlwind of activity. The costume-making contest had a theme of “Enchanted Forest,” calling for designs that combined elements of fantasy with nature. I threw myself into the project with a fervor I hadn’t felt in a long time. I spent long hours in the studio, sketchin

I hesitate for a few seconds, then remind myself that Elora would have wanted me to do this. The theme of the contest is Nostalgia. I flex my fingers, sitting at my desk. A few ideas already play in my mind. And when that happens, I like to sketch all and then pick the one that speaks to me best. I don’t look up or away from the pad as I work. The strokes come easily, and I enjoy it. By the time I look up, time has passed by me quicker than I realize. The sun is setting, and dinner time is coming. I get up, stretching, my eyes fall on my phone, it may have dinged while I worked, and I wouldn’t have heard anything.

Dinh Quan understood well, so he started talking about other things to divert her attention. 1 hour 30 minutes. Tinh Ngoc immediately visited Z Academy's website. Because this is an online contest, the prize results will also be announced via the web. But obviously, after 3 consecutive years of organizing this contest, no one can doubt the professionalism and seriousness of this contest. Because many talented artists have come out of this competition and the forging environment of Z Academy.

They all stayed back for a few minutes and had several discussions, most but not all related to the upcoming contest. "There is a lot to prepare for, the judges are scary," Stacy uttered sarcastically. "They were meant to be, this is not going to be like any other competition, it's the biggest and most recognized, and it's done only once in five years. If we get nominated then we have to work harder, it's going to be a blast," Kloe retorted excitedly. " I was looking at a few designs that came in from the branch in New Jersey yesterday and trust me when I say that they put their heart into it, one or more of those designs will go into the contest,"

She randomly found a pavilion with tables and chairs and sat down, resting her chin on her hand, and began sketching on the paper. She remembered that Renee had told her about an ongoing designer competition. Although it was just a small regional competition, there were many talented designers participating, including some who had already achieved success. Renee suggested that she should also participate in the competition. It wasn't about winning or losing, but rather the opportunity it presented. Elaine was indeed tempted, but she had never formally studied fashion design, so she felt a bit hesitant. But when she heard that Sarah had also signed up and confidently declared that she would w

Caroline’s Point of View The empty sketchbook before me seems weightier than usual, as if its blank pages mock me . I grip my pencil almost breaking the tip. Yet, I struggle to start drawing. No ideas. No creativity. Just a heavy constricting sensation in my chest. I must create this design. This contest isn't about winning—it's about showing I'm still myself. That I still offer something valuable, something worthwhile. After all my losses, after facing so many rejections, this is my opportunity to establish myself again.

"THE WINNER OF THE DESIGNER'S DEN CONTEST!" *****

] [Actually, I'm in this to beat him up because he's backing K-line,] Evelyn curved her lips, trying her best to not burst into laughter in front of the media, [but if you REALLY don't want me to--] [You know I'll support you 100 percent!] James cut off Evelyn in haste, [I'm so proud of you, baby doll!] Laughing in her mind, Evelyn cut the mindlink. "Twenty-four companies have made their entry to the contest, and with all our designers here today, I'm honored to announce that the first Crescent Designing Contest is now started!" the host raised his voice and caught everyone's attention when Raymond left Edward and mingled with the crowd quietly. "I know you are all waiting on the announcemen

Scarlett walked up to me and asked, "Reed, what kind of works are you going to work on for the design competition?" "I won't participate in it." I answered with my head buried in my lunch. She blinked her eyes and looked at me in disbelief, "What? You won't participate in the contest?" "Yeah" "But there is a bonus. According to hearsay, the highest reward seemed to be at 400,000 dollars. Everyone in the company seems to want a share in that." Scarlett seemed to be unconvinced by my words. I looked up at her and gave her a wry smile, "Designers of so many companies and studios will participate in the competition. Among them, there are many hidden talents. Even if I use all my skills, I don't

Jacob remarked. “We’re already here. I want to hear what else they have to say,” Arda replied. “Alright,” Karina agreed. “Whatever you want,” Jacob said, sounding reluctant, but Arda ignored him. Surprisingly, so did Karina. “Anyway,” the woman continued, “we’ve set up a website for this contest. Go online, fill out the form, and upload a picture of your mark. This is now an online competition. Include your bank details, and our team will verify your submission. Winners will be announced on the site, and prizes will be sent directly.”