Story Writing Competition For Students นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"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?"

Martin warned him and an air of tension moved around the class. “Let me explain you one thing…” Mr. Martin said. “The purpose of this quiz is that the students who will get the highest score will be eligible to take part in the Virginia Essay Competition which is one of the huge and important competitions of the year. I want everyone to do their best in this quiz so that you are able to get into the competition because this competition has a cash prize of two thousand dollars for the winner” Mr. Martin added and my jaw dropped down as I heard the cash prize. “Oh my god…” I whispered. “Um…” I started and raised my hand to say something.

The entire crowd of students and professors keep their gazes on our Headmaster. "I feel honoured to announce to you all about the upcoming biweekly contest. As per the guidelines set by the true founder of this academy, late Mr. Aizech Rohl the contest will take place every two weeks and depending on the performance of the students, the marks will be graded. The students in their respective category of a pack and a coven get to embed their name as the competitor in the Annual Competition if…" he raises his index finger. " ... they manage to win two competitions out of the seven that will be held. If someone fails to complete the challenges in the first few contests, then do not worry. Everyo

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

The floors had been scuffed by too many footsteps, the bookshelves full of dog-eared novels and donated journals, the walls decorated with hand-painted murals from every workshop graduate. Skye stood on the rooftop garden, the wind teasing the hem of her long cardigan. In one hand she held a cup of chamomile tea. In the other, a tattered notebook that had once belonged to a girl who didn’t know if she’d survive the next morning. Below, the courtyard was alive with color and music. Today was The Story House’s second annual Rewrite Festival. The theme this year: “Stories Save Us.” Marla—now eleven—had helped design the T-shirts. They read: “Not a victim. Not a villain. A survivor. A storytelle

As soon as everybody had settled down, Mr Dalton stopped writing on the board and turned to the rest of us. “Good morning, students; as you all know, the h.s.c is this coming Monday, and I finally received information concerning how the competition will be conducted.” The room was deathly silent as everybody itched to hear what he had to say. “The competition will be a 3-day affair, and the third day will be on Wednesday, and there will be elimination stages throughout the competition until the finals, with the final competitors which will be on Wednesday. The competition will also be held in New York, and on that note, the school has graciously decided to cover the travel expenses for all s

“Didn't you say just seeing Bryan is enough motivation for you?“ I smirked. “You are right,” She held my hand. “Come on, go show him that you are not just all talk,” I grinned as she pulled me out. … “And the competition between the best two students of Grand Lake High, Danielle Caddel, and Bryan Ford will begin now,” “Remember students, the winner here will go on to compete in the nationals,” I exhaled deeply and put down my goggles. “Good luck muffin.“ “I told you to not call me that,” He smirked and lowered his goggles.