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Please, let this not be what I think it is. She nodded, shuffling some papers on her desk. "The oratory contest committee just sent an update, and there have been a few changes." I almost sagged in relief. It was just about the contest. Not some grand exposure. Not another cruel twist in Brandon’s games. Just the competition. "Changes?" I echoed, trying to get my heartbeat under control. "Yes," she said. "First, the contest will now be held for five days instead of two. It will also serve as a major youth conference, so the competition has been extended to accommodate that."

said Betty. She unzipped her handbag and took out a flyer Marietta had given her. "Look, this is the competition I'm talking about. It's a short story contest that will be announced to the public in a few days. "However, this contest is a last-minute thing being held in Marietta's honor, so the timing is very rushed. They want submissions next month. "Take a look and see if you want to participate in it. Your short story is only about a few thousand words long anyway."

“How can we help?” “Student council will be having a poem writing contest at 14, 8 in the morning. That day, Ledger will give you the details, I mean, the scores of every contestant from the 3 judges,” he paused and then he looked at Zyah, “Can you help him, Clarriese?” “Yes, sir. No problem.” “One more thing. Do also the certificates, I’ll just give you the layouts later.” The following week, we are all busy doing our assigned tasks.

I have a feeling that his lessons are going to be just mind blowing! Hey! That's a great idea! Why don't I write it down? About a sexy blonde teacher having sex on top of his desk? Or kitchen counter? Hmmm. Such tempting ideas. Wonder what I should write first. And there's also this new writing competition coming up for that town magazine. Maybe I can enter it there as a prank. Wish I could see their reaction when they read my work. They'd probably fall off their chair in horror. This is gonna be so much fun! Can't wait to get started.

At the end of the online class session, we were to submit our masterpiece which would be reviewed by some editors and they would pick a winner whose book would be published in paperback and the writer would be given recognition. My online school has been holding a writing contest every year and my book has come third or second since I joined two years ago. That year was my final year and my last chance to win the contest which was why I put all my effort into it this year. "Rhea, I've told you about using your phone on the table. This is why you are using eye contact in the first place." My mom scolded. "Just to be clear, I love my eye contact, and I'm almost done," I said with my eyes still

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,

Then there was a bold writing by the side, which read; Writing contest for High school Students. Winner of the contest gets a free trip to France. You must be between the age sixteen and nineteen to be able to participate in this contest. Deadline: 26th of July, 2020 Visit: elixirwritingcontest@gmail.com to register for the contest and to enquire for more information. "How am I even supposed to participate in a writing contest when I can't even update my story during the week? Besides do you think parents would even let me go to France by myself?"

Mr Winters said and everyone nodded in affirmative. "Mig,Elva" Fleur called,her gaze fixed on something in Braun's iPod. "Yes" We answered. "Braun just showed me something...There is a competition coming up in two weeks time..it's created by the wealthiest politicians in Mexico...it'll be done annually and It's based on modelling and music..the competition are for popular models and musicians...

I haven't noticed that all this time, we were already playing and while falling for him, I was also losing the game. It sucks to see yourself breaking down because of love. I should have avoided it when I had the chance to but now, it's all too late- I love him and all I really know is that every day I woke up in the morning, I am still hoping he will be home. Caspian- Please be home. My laptop vibrated. A new email. According to the email from the writing department handling the contest; Good day to all participants who already registered to join for the upcoming big contest. We request your presence at the **** ****** . This is to verify your participation since we are bombarded with regis

She couldn't spend the rest of the year listening to a chorus of kissing sounds whenever she walked into a room. "It'd be easy. We can start by printing up some flyers on the school's printer," Charlie said. "Where would we have people send the poems?" Mary asked. "It'll look kind of strange if it's one of our houses, won't it?" "We can use my cousin's!" Jonas said. "She lives in Washington, D.C. That'll make it look real official. The National Poetry Writing Contest, in the nation's capital." "And then you'll tell Lucy?" Emily asked. She sounded uncomfortable, even disgusted by the idea. "That it's all just a prank? A joke? When it's all over?"