Novel & Cerita Upcoming Writing Contests

Jacob remarked. “We’re already here. I want to hear what else they have to say,” Arda replied. “Alright,” Karina agreed. “Whatever you want,” Jacob said, sounding reluctant, but Arda ignored him. Surprisingly, so did Karina. “Anyway,” the woman continued, “we’ve set up a website for this contest. Go online, fill out the form, and upload a picture of your mark. This is now an online competition. Include your bank details, and our team will verify your submission. Winners will be announced on the site, and prizes will be sent directly.”

"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?"

She quickly shortlisted three modest, high-security apartments that fit her modest savings perfectly. To pass the time and clear her mind, she clicked over to the national news portal, skimming through the local headlines. As she scrolled past political scandals and corporate updates, a vibrant, colorful banner caught her eye. ‘The International Crown Art Competition: The world’s most highly reputed and famous painting competition opens its submissions for the 2026 season’. Ruby’s eyes widened. This wasn't just any competition, it was one of the most prestigious painting competitions in the world. Artists from dozens of countries participated every year. Winning entries were exhibited intern

I quickly scanned the papers—it was actually a solid idea. We were the ones to hold the workshop while they handled the contest afterward. The winners would have their work published by Arrow Publishing, with their names on it, and even a chance to be scouted as new writers. I looked at Lathan. “Have you seen this?” I asked. He shook his head. “I’m actually waiting for you. If you like it, I’ll sign it.” Kin and Enzo cleared their throats while Sierra covered her mouth to hide her laugh.

There was no category in this year's competition but each school presented its best three for the writing event. The writing event has more sponsors than the whole game combined. Many oil firms and companies placed huge amounts on the essay competition and the judges are external judges from the different universities of the nation as selected by the competition organizers. The conference hall was filled up at 7:00 pm, 20 minutes before the debate and essay competition. Schools were seated in different areas of the hall, each very expectant and ready to support their students when the competition started properly. “There wouldn't be fear in me had it been we have Shola with us, just that he

"You do look like you've been to hell and back, though. What's wrong?" Zach stiffened slightly at the question but he wasn't about to give himself away. Not so soon. "Nothing. I'm just – " he couldn't think of the right words. Instead, he changed the topic. "How many Packs will be involved in the competition this year?" He showed the file to Gamma Micah. "Every Pack in the region. It's in a few weeks." Gamma Micah replied, slightly taken aback by how quickly Zach could change the topic. "Will you be contesting this year?"

“Let’s talk about the game first,” “Well, I already signed you up. Still not pregnant by now?” he sounds teasing. I blushed from the thought that popped in my head from what he said. Jacob and I did not even completed the mating! Ugh! “Dylan!” I said in a warning voice. He laughed. “Well, the contest is scheduled this week. Three days from now. As usual, it will be held during sunset. There’s new faces, too, maybe someone will finally beat you.” I slapped his back hard and he only laughed.

I had taken a leap of faith, embracing my passion for storytelling and sharing it with the world. Months passed, and life resumed its normal pace. I threw myself into my studies, engrossed in the pursuit of knowledge. The writing contest became a distant memory, overshadowed by the demands of college life. But deep down, a flicker of hope remained - hope that my words had found their way to someone's heart. One rainy afternoon, as I trudged through puddles on my way to class, I felt a vibration in my pocket. Retrieving my phone, I saw an email notification that made my heart skip a beat. It was from the organizers of the writing contest.

"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.”

What really attracts them is the chase, the blog had read. “No. Don’t bother him. I’m sure he’s busy it being a special event and all,” Chelsea said. Chastity’s brows rose with curiosity. “All right,” the waitress said. “Oh, and there’s a singing contest tonight. Did the men at the door tell you?” “Yeah,” Chelsea answered. Plus, there were posters posted on various walls advertising it.