Short Story Contests For Money 소설 & 이야기

Saying my name with hesitation. "Contest? Is that needed? Isn't it obvious who the best amongst us is? "Stella's pesky voice says, and I shut my eyes in irritation. "I will be giving you all, equal chances to prove yourselves. That's why, each of you will get five hundred dollars, and by the end of the month, I'd see how you've used that to enhance your branch of the company. I will be freezing all your accounts, so you all will get the money today, and whatever you need money for, you take out of what you've earned from your branch, here on out. "Grandma says. Ignoring Stella.

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 -------

Gen said. “I’m all ears!” I said. “Well, remember your entry you wrote on your journal?” she asked. “Which?” I asked her, unsure of which she was talking about. There were many poems in that book hand written by me. “Let me tell a love story.” she answered. “Yeah, what about it?” I asked. “Don’t freak out but Britney submitted your entry to a competition hosted by one of her I*******m followers. It gained recognition and you’ve been given an opportunity to publish for one of the biggest Poet association in America!!” she announced.

I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

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

I look you over, my eyes lingering on your body, assessing. A slow smirk plays on my lips as I lean against the desk, crossing my legs. “Hello yourself. You’re here for the writing job, aren’t you? Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes. Or maybe you’re just here to waste my time.” My gaze is intense, unblinking, as if I’m already deciding your fate. ( you hand over a file containing a CV and a short story ..it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper)