Writing Competitions 2025 Free Entry Novels & Stories

"I've submitted this to the National Young Scientists Research Competition. I should have asked Lily first and I should have told you. I acted quickly because the submission window was closing and I didn't want her to miss it." Elena was quiet for a moment. "What's the competition?" "It's the largest national competition for secondary school scientific research. Top prize in the biological sciences and technology category is fifty thousand dollars and a research placement at one of three partner universities." A pause. "Elena, I've been in education for twenty years. I have never submitted a student's work to this competition before without at least three rounds of revision and coaching. I s

Competition for youth range nineteen to twenty five. And the last and Highest grade, Master Competition from twenty five to fifty five. I had started the competition for kids since I was five, I had won lots of awards. I use the money I get from that for anything I need. I had got viral recognition throughout the whole town since I was ten years old. I knew myself that I was gifted in anything fighting with hands and use of weapon also. When I was sixteen, I was preparing for a final competition that happened to be a huge competition as the winner would be paid huge amount of money. I can even remember anything close to the prize.

Even if they did not start their own company, they would be an esteem employee at their original company. "The Gold Quill Award is not possible; it requires a certain amount of experience to even qualify for nomination. However, for the Best Newcomer Award, one can be nominated as long as they have joined the industry within a year and have their own solo, outstanding public relations project, thus you can participate in the competition." George said, he looked at Anna, feeling a surge of pride. His girl was just that outstanding, which allowed him to help her. Otherwise, even if he wanted to help her, he would not know how to help her, right?

she smiled, walking away. “I guess that's all for today, please enjoy the rest of your day,” I dismissed the class and went straight to the director's office, tucking the paper in my pocket. I knocked on his door and he answered me with a sweet smiling face. “Melissa, please have your seat,” he pointed to the empty seat in front of him. “Thank you sir.” “I know you have your reservations about a lot of things but there's this competition coming up. It's for any age, so as long as you have a talent to showcase, you are free to enter.”

the caller said. I was stunned for a moment when I heard his voice because it was Oliver. How did he know my—oh yeah, probably because of Matthew. I immediately stood up. "Yes, speaking," I replied. "I just wanted to ask if you've started writing," he asked in a monotone but polite voice. "Actually, I haven't," I honestly answered. Please end the call. I was pacing back and forth in my small living room. "Please do start writing now because we have already decided to enter your work, Mr. Wright, into a competition that will happen in three weeks from now." Say what? I stopped walking, a competition?

Having grown up immersing myself in classic literature and physical books rather than typical web novels, I have crafted a story with a unique, atmospheric depth that stands apart from standard romance novels. Years ago, following a major accident that left me in the intensive care unit, my mind was flooded with raw imagination. I promised myself then that if I survived, I would embrace every challenge. Pouring that determination into my work, I became a dedicated professional, and the story I once wrote only for myself is finally out in the world. Through my writing, I am incredibly happy to give my protagonists a brand-new, second life.

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

Lunchtime wasn't too much, so after looking at the time on the phone screen, Alex asked Anna. “Just now you wanted to ask me something, right? If there's something wrong, say it. I'm listening!" Anna nodded. "That's right. I want to ask you, how many team competition categories are there currently? What is the minimum prize money for these categories?” Because the team competition category was only listed in a handful of entries on the application, Anna had to ask Alex this question. 'If you want to participate in other competitions, refer to the school's main website and write in the blanks of the application form.'

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.

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