Story Writing Competition Novels & Stories

She bit the edge of the paint brush until her bright blue eyes paused at the particular couple, her eyes glimmered with an idea that could sprung up a story in her mind. The art exhibition she had taken part in actually had some rules and the biggest requirement was to build a story, each picture should signify the lineage of the story she wanted to convey and the more deeper it would be, the bigger chances she would have in winning the competition. She blinked for a few seconds and watched the beautiful scene before letting her fingers do the magic.

His colleague added, "Besides, once you join this competition, you must know that you have to try to survive ... no matter what the situation is." Suddenly, the atmosphere became silent. They seemed unable to argue. Before leaving for the city where the five-yearly competition held by the central confederation in the Exclessy Plains was taking place, they already understood everything. They set off with the aim of winning the prize for their kingdom. They also knew that the path they were taking would not be easy, so they should have prepared themselves more thoroughly. However, no one ever expected this period to become more brutal, as if they didn't care about the rules at all. All they wa

Professional storytellers from Korea and around the world were invited to perform, captivating audiences with their captivating tales and captivating performances. In addition to professional storytellers, the Seoul Storytelling Center provided a platform for individuals from the local community to share their personal stories. Open mic nights and community storytelling circles were held regularly, allowing people to express themselves, celebrate their unique experiences, and find common ground with others. The center also offered workshops and training programs to encourage aspiring storytellers to develop their craft. Participants learned techniques for effective storytelling, explored dif

Akata was about to pounce on the offensive but Merindale held his arm. “ What's going on? ” she demanded, grabbing another student who was running past them. “ They are taking submissions. We will be competing for the Ride Amongst Stars. The first one after decades. ” she chirped, super excited. “ What was that about? ” Akata asked, a little confused. Merindale smiled and explained all about the much coveted event. “Is it that special? ”Akata asked. It was clear that he had no interest in the matter but since it held special meaning for Merindale, it was an opportunity for him to pay her back.

No one could have guessed from how she appeared that she was about to deliver a message that would harm the prospect of her company, at least for a while. At that moment, I truly admired her just nature and proud attitude. Elizabeth smiled for the camera for a while before clearing her throat to signal that she was about to start her speech. “As all of you are aware, the Ashford Creative competition is underway again this year. Chase Creatives along with many other companies in our industry is competing in this prestigious competition. Something unfortunate has taken place very recently in this year’s competition that I would like to bring to the public’s attention. In the first round, the s

"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.”

"Our six remaining competitors have already proven themselves as exceptional bakers. Today, they face their most challenging task yet." He paused for dramatic effect. "Create a dessert that tells a story. Not just any story. YOUR story. We want to know who you are through your food. You have three hours. The top three competitors will advance to the finals next week." I watched Anastasia take a deep breath and square her shoulders. She could do this. I knew she could. The timer started and the competitors exploded into motion. As Anastasia finished her work, she plated her final presentations with careful attention to detail. Each component was placed deliberately and it was stunning. It loo

he told me, his eyes drilling a hole into my skull, "You are following me to the Hunting Competition." My head whipped up fast to gape at him, "What?" "Don't make me repeat myself." The Hunting Competition was an event that was held annually, inviting a lot of werewolves and lycans to showcase their skills and if they were the best. What they hunt exactly, I had no idea but this was a good opportunity. "I.. I" I stuttered, not sure how he was going to take the rejection, "I can't go. " His voice dropped by decibels, "And why's that?"

she said, her voice dangerously quiet. He blinked. “What?” “A duel. Of skill. Right here, right now. No weapons. No shifting. Pure healing craft. We each present an ailment the other must fix. First to fail, or yield, loses.” A slow, predatory light ignited in Ronan’s golden eyes. The idea appealed to his competitive core. “And what are the terms? What does the winner get?” Zara didn’t hesitate. She pointed a finger at his chest. “The loser submits. They become the winner’s… student. For one private lesson. They will listen, and they will obey, without question. They will accept the discipline for their professional failures.”

"Ma'am, we've got more than enough time. Kindly help me exhaust judiciously by telling me your stories, and save me from boredom. "Get me a glass of water," Mama said. * * * * I was in SS2A one day. Mrs. Stella; the vice-principal came into our classroom to announce that my school- PATISA INTERNATIONAL had been invited to participate in a Charity Poetry Competition. She told us that the representatives she chooses would compete with other representatives from over thirty top schools in Ilorin for the win. "Class be silent!" Mrs. Stella ordered. Murmurings and side talks in the class drowned out. She held a big handbill.