Story Writing Competition Novels & Stories

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.

I took the page from her and scanned the bullet points. The competition was in Riverbend, a couple hours outside Skyline. Not far, but far enough to mean hotels, travel. "Can you pull the themes from the past few years?" I said. "Winners, too. Anything visual. I want to study them properly." "Already on it," Priya said, skipping toward her desk. I pulled out my phone and shot Octavia a message: [Thanks for getting me back in. Owe you dinner, drinks, or both.]

“The merman is trying to escape from the darkness of the bottom that had bound him. Even though he doesn't know what lies over the other side above the sea on the other hand as if the boy who stood above. Just waiting all alone to escape from the thoughts from his own reality” “The one thing they both dont know the one single contact is going to change their own world. The world which was separated and kept each other as a myth and others as the monsters” Finally, the day of the competition has arrived the one which comes once a year from 17 to 20 years old. For the young adult competition to make their debut in the art field, a huge competition which takes place once a year. Along with that

They didn't need any reason to visit them anyways, in a few days the puja hilidays was going to start. Sunita couldn't visit them because of competition, she can't backout now. Their days before competition flew by in minutes , they didnt even realize that their compeitition was soon. Navya's subject for the competition was an english essay writing, rangoli and story writing for competition were as Sunita's subjects were hindi essay writing, painting and mehndi competition. They did their best for the compeition .

My shift will end soon. And I still I have to finish my final draft for the writing contest! It’s due next week. I thought. I joined the “Writer's Luck” contest to win $700. Not only that, you'll be an automatic member of an elite book club called “The Golden Phoenix” wherein you will meet many personalities and big people. Also, this club could aid you find a sponsor or a publisher to publish your writing. And I think this is a tremendous opportunity to pay off the debts of my aunt. I hope luck will be in my favour.

Ibukun glanced at her, wondering if she had just cried about Bolaji and her sudden drop in friends and admirers. “Yes, good,” he said, and turning to Ibukun, who shook her head no, he explained, “The Competition is in its maiden year. It’s for SS3 students only. It takes place in May, after your SSCE exams. For now, only schools from five states are open to competing; Lagos, Abia, Jos, Oyo and Rivers. The exam would also be purely oral.”

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.