Reedsy Writing Contest Novels & Stories

Or if 10 people here will drop the tip of more than 200 coins in a week, will earn you guys 3 chapters on the weekend. Contest enries are entitled as: -Criminally God -Against the bloodline (Written by, brewing fantasies) Thank you~

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?”

I'll be posting prompts for story openings based on our ongoing contests, successful outlines and designs, and if you are up for it, take it and write it out~ Come back to me with your own story and I have contracts to offer~ (well, if you already have a senior editor with GN, go to them :P -------

“Look at this—Painting Fest! Right here in the city next weekend.” I gave her a flat look. “Rhea… you’ve seen my inbox. Does this look like the face of someone who wants to fest anything?” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, stop. This isn’t about work. It’s about you doing something you actually love before you turn into a tragic couch statue. And before you say no—” she shoved the flyer into my hands, “—they’re offering a cash prize.” “Uh-huh,” she said, plopping herself down next to me and spreading the flyer across my lap like it was a treasure map. “Anonymous entries, live showcase, cash prize. A whole hundred dollars for first place.”

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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.

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.

I quickly scanned the papers—it was actually a solid idea. We were the ones to hold the workshop while they handled the contest afterward. The winners would have their work published by Arrow Publishing, with their names on it, and even a chance to be scouted as new writers. I looked at Lathan. “Have you seen this?” I asked. He shook his head. “I’m actually waiting for you. If you like it, I’ll sign it.” Kin and Enzo cleared their throats while Sierra covered her mouth to hide her laugh.

I ask, starring into her dark brown eyes. "Well, the fiction competition has a specific topic." She says, getting up and walking over to a filing cabinet. Miss Edwards is about 5' 5" tall and very well proportioned, with a thin waist, flat stomach and a tight, curvy ass. Her ass gets as much attention as her tits when the guys are discussing what they'd like to do with her. "The subject this year is ethics and morals. You'd have to write a short story with a main character who is struggling with a moral dilemma." She says, handing me the entry form and rules. I guess I know the subject pretty well, but I'm not sure I could submit a story about my current moral dilemmas. "Would you be able to

Rood asked as he waved at people he knew. “Um... this is the New Arcadia Academy Annual.” She peered at all the illustrious and creative people all around. “It is the event for writers and publishers to celebrate their craft.” “Hm, I’m impressed. Not many of my escorts would have known that much.” Rood said with some surprise. “Do you by any chance like to read?” “Oh, yes.” Doris suddenly felt very warm and comfortable. “I love to read.” “Lovely.” He nodded absently as his gaze rested on the high stage at the end of the hall. “They will announce the ‘writer of the year’ award tonight. Would that be me?”