Short Story Contests For Money นิยาย & เรื่องราว

] Another message followed immediately. [Luxury accommodation. Fully paid trip. National livestream exposure. Final winner receives a publishing contract worth $1,000,000.] Winona stared at the screen suspiciously. Before she could process it, her best friend Ava called. “Tell me you got the invite too!” Ava shouted excitedly. “This thing is blowing up online right now. They’re inviting writers, actors, gamers, influencers, all kinds of people.” “You seriously think this is real?” “I think your boyfriend just ruined your mental stability and the universe is compensating you,” Ava replied.

I’ll be counting on your continued support there too, because every story is more beautiful when shared with readers like you. Also, I’d like to remind you about the COMPETITION I mentioned earlier, coming up on the 23rd of September. Your votes will mean the world to me, and I’ll be posting more updates about it on my F******k page and the MJ Stories account. Please don’t forget—I truly need you by my side for this. Thank you once again for being part of this journey with me. Truly, without you, there would be no story. ❤️ With love and gratitude,

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.

It doesn't help that we just had to turn the clocks back an hour for daylight saving, so now it’s already dark at five o’clock in the evening. Jon's Auto Shop is one of only two shops in the small town of Randleman, North Carolina. This is where I grew up and have lived my entire life. I want to leave, but I have nothing to leave for. I'm twenty-three, 5'5" with shoulder-length golden brown hair and hazel eyes. I'm not bad to look at in my opinion, but when all the eligible bachelors are men you've grown up with, it kind of decreases the options in the dating pool.

Raeleigh asked in shock. "What else could it be? Do you think I would lie to you? It's not like I have a hundred thousand dollars to give you." Raeleigh thought for a while and said, "Is there a registration fee for the competition?" "I think money is all you think about now. How about this? Join the competition with me. If I were to win first prize, then I'll give you twenty thousand dollars from my share. If you were to win the competition, then you're giving me twenty thousand dollars. I'll pay for the registration fee for you," Scarlette said. Raeleigh thought about it and replied, "I'll give you money for the registration fee."

APRIL Excitement buzzed through me as I looked through my application one last time. Competitions were my favorite part of schooling, it had always been so since I was a toddler and nothing changed up till now. We didn’t have much competitions at Enigma, but the few we had were always bloody, students would go to any length to win and one couldn’t blame them because the school always put up pretty amazing cash prizes to be won. This time around, we were gearing up for the Jaw Wars, an annual oratory competition where the winner went home with a ten thousand dollar cash prize, an all expense paid summer trip, and free tutoring sessions.

But amidst the sea of quirky and questionable inventions, I was confident that my app stood out as a shining beacon of brilliance. Needless to say, I won the competition. But don’t be happy for me yet because I did not receive the prize money. I had promised my mom and brother that I would give them the money to help with our upkeep. I waited for weeks and I emailed them almost every single day. Nothing happened. The silence from the competition organizers was deafening. Each day felt like an eternity as I waited anxiously for a response, but my inbox remained empty. Since they announced me as the winner, they did not say a word.

Seeing Anna's surprised expression, Vivia hit her own head, "You didn't know that was right. The prize money is too small to put it in there!” “This contest is mainly about fame. But the prize money is too little compared to the young masters and ladies of rich families.” When Anna heard that, a small ray of hope appeared in her eyes. “How much is the bonus?” Anna asked. Hearing Anna's question, Brandon who was scrolling through his phone turned his head and looked at her. In his deep gaze, a ray of light appeared and disappeared. 'It looks like she's looking for a way to make money. This sports festival is not a bad place to make money, especially for scholarship students like Anna.’

Owen. “Why don’t you two join the upcoming maths contest?” Mr. Owen asked them. Lillian looked at him, surprised. “Us?” she asked him, surprised. “Yes.” Mr. Owen told her with a smile. She looked at Zack, but he was just staring out the window blankly. Mr. Owen looked at the two. “Well, if you don’t want to compete, then it’s fine. But 1st place get a thousand bucks, 2nd gets five hundred buck and 3rd gets 200 bucks plus gold, silver and bronze medals respectively.” Mr. Owen told them.

"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"