Writing Competitions 2023 Novels & Stories

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 intellectual competition consisted of tough drills about the history of werewolves to the most minute details, best scientific innovations from the packs and a grilling science and art quiz, majorly for the kids and adolescents. Yesterday, two out of twelve packs were eliminated from the athletic sports competitions in the different categories. Today, two will also be eliminated from the combat games and soon, it will be the turn for the brightest minds of two packs to also be eliminated from the science and art competition and in subsequent days to come, more will be eliminated until the winners and runners up emerge. On the last day of the event, a huge feast will be thrown to close ou

I’m about to say goodbye and make my escape when she speaks again. “There’s a huge Fine Arts Competition coming up in London in three months’ time. The winner gets to have their work published in a huge editorial magazine and they also get to have a gallery exhibition with published works of their choice. Are you interested?” For a moment, I’m stunned speechless. It’s a huge opportunity that anyone would kill for. Not many people get to have these kinds of opportunities this early. “You’re asking me to participate?” I ask in disbelief. She shrugs. “Why not? Usually, I reserve this for the seniors but I think I’ll make an exception this year. So? What do you think?”

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,

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."

Martin started, “It’s an important announcement for Emily and Aiden…” I got restless and leaned forward on my desk to pay attention. “So… The Intrastate Essay Competition has announced it’s date…” He said. “Oh my god, what is it?” I asked him anxiously. “It’s going to be held on 29th December” Mr. Martin revealed. “Oh my god…” I said restlessly and then added, “That’s just…” “That’s just two weeks away, yes” Mr. Martin said and I got nervous thinking about it. “And that’s just two days before New Year’s Party…” Oliver said out loud. Mr. Martin glared at him and he stopped speaking.

"I made it through, but there aren't any rankings." Gina replied excitedly, "You have to be in the first place! It's weird that they've suddenly changed the rules this year, though." Mia found it weird as well. But it didn't really matter. This competition was only held once every three years, and many designers couldn't wait to win an award from it. After all, all the big names in the industry recognized this competition. It was a hefty accomplishment to place in such a competition. "Mia, the people from Barrett Group have contacted me again to ask whether you got through. This time, they've offered even better conditions than before to get you to join them. I think it's an opportunity that

I could hear him because it is not that far from where I am standing right now. I couldn't move. I was completely surprised by what he just did. He didn't forget that I like vanilla-flavored ice cream. "Your treat! Your treat! Your treat!" the crowd screamed repeatedly. Dale just grabbed the 1st place award in the feature writing category at the University's Power of Pen workshop. More than 500 aspiring writers joined the said workshop from different universities and Dale secured the 1st spot. I couldn't stop myself from joining their cheers. I'm so happy for him.

Chapter Six : The Bet The announcement came at the end of class. “The Regional Science Competition,” Mr. Hawthorne said, tapping the paper in his hand, “will be held in six weeks. This school may nominate up to two candidates.” Excitement went through the class Everyone sat straighter This competition mattered. Rankings. Reputation. Futures. Mr. Hawthorne’s gaze swept the class. “Those interested may submit their names by Friday.” I looked up from my sit, raised my hand and said

It was a notification from the class group chat with good news. [Congratulations to Ellie Wagner! Her writing “My Mom” won first prize in a local competition and has been shortlisted for the state competition. Please take note, Mrs. Wagner!] That’s great. My writing won an award. I revised that writing so many times and poured so much of my heart into it. It was filled with my most genuine feelings for Mom. The group chat was instantly flooded with congratulations. [Mrs. Wagner, you’re amazing! How did you raise such a well-rounded child?]