Writing Competitions 2023 Novels & Stories

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.

“She says she’s fine. Don’t you think there’s something else we should share with her instead of all this constant worrying like she’s nine years old?” I look between all their faces, a small frown forming. “What’s that?” Instantly, my brothers’ faces brighten with excitement. “Check your email.” Lucas says, literally beaming. My frown deepens, but I still pull out my phone and refresh my inbox. A new email pops up. Dear Lorette Sterling, Congratulations. You have been selected as one of the trial participants for the Twelfth Edition of the Quills On Fire Art Competition. Further details, instructions, and information regarding the trial test will be shared in our next email.

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.

Rachel nodded lightly as she saw the readily-available tools on the table, then smiled at Anne. "Thank you." Anne was slightly taken aback. "Right, in two days, there will be a company-wide design competition. You can enter it by designing your own work and submitting a finished product." She looked at a stunned Rachel and added, "If you are awarded the top three places, you’ll be promoted. There will be other companies attending the final ceremony, so you might be able to gain some fame through that." As Anne began to step away, Rachel asked, "Why are you telling me this?"

Indeed satisfactory. "The arts and design apartment will soon be conducting a competition amongst the students of arts and designing. The student who wins will receive a recommendation to the top 10 jewellery designing companies along with the $50,000 cash as prize. So, start preparing your best designs in this week for the competition. Don't disappoint me. Good luck to all of you." Loud murmurs commenced as students started to talk to each other, discussing the competition. Everyone wanted to win. $50,000 was not a small sum.

The lady passed off the papers and it got to me. I racked my brain as I tried to read the several topics. They seemed so out of my league. I looked up at Jared for, panic in my eyes. Even though he hadn’t faced me to speak, I knew he was talking to me and I calmed a little. “I’m here to help and you’re here to help us. We will be putting a lot of heads together to come up with papers the judges have never seen before.” “The actual contest is not till the end of the semester but there’ll be regular meetings before then.”

Julia carried a small backpack and said, "Let's go, Lucas, Layla. Mommy will see you after school." The two children reluctantly followed her out the door. … Jessamine slept until noon and then checked her work phone, finding over 99 unread messages on WhatsApp. Since she had been absent from the office for a few days, she had a lot of catching up to do. She put on some makeup to hide her heavy dark circles and headed to work. This month, there was a jewelry design competition called the Cynthia Competition, hosted by Dorne. It was open to submissions from designers worldwide, and the judges were several experienced designers chosen from different parts of the globe.

"After the Castellano business failed, we looked for new opportunities, and we were invited to participate in an important design competition. It’s the first time they are inviting us." "What competition?" Meredith asks, knowing full well that only one important competition is approaching. And this competition is like the stage where all the gods in the design world gather. “It is the Annual Fashion Design Awards and…” Max wants to continue. "I will do it!" Meredith said, wiping away her tears. "Are you sure?" Max asks “ it's a short time and there is a theme for this year. ” "I am sure, I will do it . Tell me the theme! ” Meredith says and she suddenly feels refreshed, and looking at her po

Listed underneath were the prizes which consists of a writer of the year award, a Publishing offer, and a live interview to publicise the book and writer. All those things were something I wanted so badly, but I couldn't go through that terrible ordeal of trying to conquer my fear again, definitely not anytime soon. Under the list of contest winners was the contact of the host, so I typed the number on my phone and took a deep breath before dialling it. The receiver answered the phone on the third ring. "Hello, this is Kimberly from Maryland Writing School. How can I help you?" "Hi, I'm Rhea Knight, the Author of Royal Deception."