Short Story Contests 2024 Novels & Stories

The person on the other line spoke. "Arnold, go ahead with your plan" Dear Readers, Happy 4k reads everyone, that's about 6k reads to qualify for the teen fiction contest and I hope we'll be able to achieve that. A quick question guys, are you comfortable with the pace at which the book is going, or do you think otherwise? Kindly leave your answers. Thank you for the support and love, stay safe everyone.

, I asked. "Exactly January 24th, next year; provided there are no disturbances and factors that could hinder it. If para venture it's postponed, the organization is going to let us know. Do we understand?" "Yes ma'am" we replied. I could see it that everyone was excited to be chosen for the competition. Mrs. Stella adjusted some files on the table. "So you all have a task. Your poem for entry into the competition is to be submitted before Wednesday, next week. That's exactly six days now. We have to forward it to the organization via their official website. Should I trust you guys to do this?"

My Lovely Readers, I just realized now that I had said in my notes I would publish today, but I'm sorry, I'm not. I made a mistake. I had scheduled groceries for today. I will be updating tomorrow, Monday, instead. Also, Charlie's standalone "The Bad Boy Next Door" is my entry to Goodnovel's annual contest. If you have time to reread the book, whether Charlie's or Freya's story, I would appreciate it. It would add to the views.

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~

"Of course, I am. By the way Someone from Vicenzo Company called me because they can't seem to contact you." " I changed my phone and forgot to update them so what did they call for?" "Well, they were asking me when will you submit entry for the upcoming Novel Contest." "I haven't really thought about it, I still have 3 months before the contest. I'll tell them myself." "They also told me you can pre read some entries from the website, some already posted their novel entry. I think it will be better, you might come up with better plot if you'll learn from them"

"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?"

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

The circle was drawn in Himalayan salt and crushed pomegranate seeds, the air thick with the scent of burnt honey and Ava's desperation. She wasn't praying; she was bargaining. Her knife, usually an extension of her will, felt heavy and dull in her hand. The critics' words echoed, derivative, lacking fire, safe, carved deeper wounds than any blade. Michelin stars felt like distant, dying embers. Inspiration had deserted her like a fickle lover. So, she turned to the unconventional section of her grandmother's grimoire, the one bound in suspiciously soft, warm leather. Incubus Minor: For Creative Ignition. Price: Nights of Service.

**** We still laid on the floor, thirty minutes had passed since we finished having sex but none of us left or even made an attempt either. I laid in his arms, face to his chest as he patted my hair. We didn't even say a word to each other and I don't know what he is thinking about either. But me? My thoughts were disorganized and messy. My wedding is tomorrow and I'm not sure I want to go ahead with it anymore. Our dangerous secret has been an all consuming, forbidden love that threatens to shatter the family. It's better to end the wedding than be discovered, even if it is not now, it might be sometime in the future.

'Paragon annual designing contest' I halted, slowly scrolling through my phone. "Paragon is hosting a contest?" I muttered, my eyes scanning through every words displayed on my phone. It was a contest where talented designers upload their designs, and the best design with the highest audience votes wins cash price, dress of the year, and a percent of the sales of the dress. For a second, I thought of giving it a try, but as I scrolled through the number of people that already applied with their work, and some of them being celebrities who had won the contest three times in three years, I lost the spark. Will I even get a chance to win anything?