Reedsy Writing Contest Novels & Stories

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.”

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?"

I tilted my head slightly, and she nodded again, then looked around. “So, we’re here to discuss the different types of reels you’re going to make.” Tray began. We’ll need you in these seven areas: Fashion, Cuisine, Traveling, Product reviews, Contests, Dancing, and Song cover making. Each of you will pick one of these, and you’ll work with our producers to make content based on these areas. As the contract says, you have to do this solely for a year, and when a year expires, you can add other content you wish to add, as long as the company agrees to it.” Tray explained, and they all paid attention to him, except Tenor who kept on looking around. She was so weird. Did agreeing to spy for me m

"Your stories have the power to touch hearts, to inspire others. Don't let fear hold you back from sharing that gift with the world." With her words echoing in my mind, I took a deep breath and made up my mind. I would enter the writing contest, not for the sake of winning, but for the joy of seeing my words come alive on paper and reaching out to others. Days turned into nights as I poured my heart and soul into crafting the story for the contest. I spent countless hours refining each sentence, polishing every word until they shimmered with emotion and authenticity. The characters on the page became real to me, living and breathing with every turn of phrase.

time has happened so much, makes her want to rearrange her life a bit. Carwyn Levi, seeing Grainne's hesitation, continued, "If you've come to think of it, I have something to tell you." "What?" Grainne asked softly. “There is a fashion design contest in the world called Venus, you know that?” "Of course I do!" Grainne suddenly got excited, “Venus is an exchange party between famous designers in the world, held in Milan once a year, designers from all over the world, they will post their work. Submit your entries online, wait for comments from famous designers, select the ten best finalists, and then select three winners from this final round.” Carwyn Levi said with a smile, "You're quite k

I gripped the edge of my seat, barely breathing. "All finalists will also be considered for fifty thousand dollar opportunities through our sponsors, including Nike's Future Designers Internship, CFDA scholarships, and placement programs with Parsons and FIT." She looked out across the crowd, her smile growing wider. "There would be other competitions in sciences and arts, but this is bigger than them all. I want to encourage every single one of you to put in your best work. This is life-changing, and I mean that. Everyone is welcome to enter, no matter your year or your background, and entry is completely free. The application is live right now on the school website. Bulletins have also bee

I need to finish the article that I am doing and submit it before the deadline. Earlier in the morning, I saw an article saying that there is a contest for writing an essat about the effects of climate change in the economy and health of the people. Their prizes ranges from $200 - $1000. I did not waste the chance. Of course, if I will win in the said contest, my article will be featured in a famous magazine, which is Fancy Magazine, and the cash prizes that are waiting for the winner. After several minutes, I finally finished my article and submit it immediately to their email address. Good thing that my brain is working flawlessly today. I did not experience a writer's block and the flow o

I look at Reid standing in the crowd and notice an unreadable expression on his face. “Ladies and Gents, thank you for joining us this evening. As we all know, Lahey Publishers started out with one author six years ago and has grown into a conglomerate known worldwide. And it’s all thanks to this lady right here.” Zack says and pulls me closer to him, snaking his arm around my waist. I turn my head and look at him with a frown; what has gotten into him tonight? “Our Willow Creed has just been nominated for three Hugo awards, putting Lahey Publishers up there with Tor and Ace Books! Not to mention that her book series just got signed for a three-season deal with N*****x!”

"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?"

"Relax. If you faint, I'm not carrying you." As they walked, Sylvia suddenly brightened too suddenly. "Oh! Speaking of imagination, there is this writing competition opening in two days." She tucked her hair behind her ear proudly, “Huge prize. Big publishers watching. Since Elara and I are collaborating, we could submit something. It would be a perfect chance for us to shine.” Fallon barely heard her. She was still trembling from earlier. Sylvia continued anyway. “I’ll tell her about it tonight. We could win if she focuses. I mean… if she really gives it her all.”