Writing Competitions 2023 Novels & Stories

"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.”

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

’ The New World Emperor nodded at Florian beside him with that thought in mind. Florian immediately understood him and took a step forward before loudly saying, “Everyone, today’s literary competition preliminary round is to write an essay with any topic of your choice. It could be anything—Astronomy, Geography, Chess, Music, Calligraphy, Art, Ranking Formations, or even World Governance. Just write what you’re good at!”

"It's nothing. I just happened to pass by here, so I came up and sat down!" Culver took a sip of his coffee and said with a smile. "By the way, the competition is about to begin in half a month. Have you come out of your work?" "He's coming out!" She was inspired by the pictures that had just been sent over. She had been worried about it, but she didn't expect that it would help her a lot in an instant. "It's so fast. I thought it wouldn't be so fast." "I just had an inspiration. I'll get the draft out in a few days, and you can help me check it out!"

Tomorrow, we all will be tested. The warrior competition is an annual 18-year-olds competition hosted by the five major packs, rotating annually. This year, my pack, the Brimstone Pack, is hosting the competition. The people who excel in the challenge get to enter the Lycan Royal School for four years of study, but the people who fail will return to their respective packs in shame to begin whatever work that will be waiting for them.

He said smiling "How do you do sir," "How do you do," he repeated and they sat down "Well, as you all know your final exams are in five weeks, so according to our tradition in the school, we are going to be hosting our yearly EAST HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH BOY and EAST HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH GIRL," Shouts erupt around the class and Tega signaled for them to keep shut. "As I was saying, The competition is in three weeks from now, I mean three weeks Wednesday, so anybody that wants to take part in the competition should start taking form before it is too late and any more information is already on the school notice board," he said

I need to finish the article that I am doing and submit it before the deadline. Earlier in the morning, I saw an article saying that there is a contest for writing an essat about the effects of climate change in the economy and health of the people. Their prizes ranges from $200 - $1000. I did not waste the chance. Of course, if I will win in the said contest, my article will be featured in a famous magazine, which is Fancy Magazine, and the cash prizes that are waiting for the winner. After several minutes, I finally finished my article and submit it immediately to their email address. Good thing that my brain is working flawlessly today. I did not experience a writer's block and the flow o

I said. He nodded and then reached into the bag he was carrying. He pulled out a folded piece of paper and held it out to me. I took it and unfolded it. It was a flyer, printed on good paper, not the kind people made on a home printer. It had a photo of a large open gallery space at the top and bold text underneath. ARTISTS CONNECT. ANNUAL ART EXHIBITION AND COMPETITION. I read further down. It was an open competition for artists at any level. You submitted a piece or a series of pieces. A panel of judges reviewed them. There were different categories—Painting, sculpture, mixed media, digital.

I ask, starring into her dark brown eyes. "Well, the fiction competition has a specific topic." She says, getting up and walking over to a filing cabinet. Miss Edwards is about 5' 5" tall and very well proportioned, with a thin waist, flat stomach and a tight, curvy ass. Her ass gets as much attention as her tits when the guys are discussing what they'd like to do with her. "The subject this year is ethics and morals. You'd have to write a short story with a main character who is struggling with a moral dilemma." She says, handing me the entry form and rules. I guess I know the subject pretty well, but I'm not sure I could submit a story about my current moral dilemmas. "Would you be able to

I decided to check on the invitation we had gotten about the annual competition where different kinds, kinds that had an alliance with one another. The Werewolves, Lycans and the ones that just joined recently, Witches. At each of the events there was archery, Sword fighting and the retrieval of each kind of flag from the Rak cave that was guarded by seven demons. Each year there was a new trophy that marked each of the winning teams. Sometimes it ended in death if one wasn't too careful with the demons but the people knew what awaited them whenever they volunteered. Yet no one wanted to end up with one of them hanging around their neck.