Writing Competitions 2025 Free Entry Novels & Stories

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."

Harry said. “That’s really great, I’d love to read her books” Cummins said. “Yeah she’d give you some copies, the arts though, most of them are works by several high school students, some of them here in Denver, while others are in Colorado , Springs, me and Leah sometimes help conduct art competitions in their high schools, where we pick the best three artworks, buy the works from the artists, and offer them scholarships to top arts schools in the country, you know our ways of giving back to the society” Harry said.

“Isn’t that what writers do? Anyways, the prize money is huge. It can get you a nice apartment.” Liar. “You’re lying.” I laugh and he sighs. “At least you can get a nice meal off of it.” He finally says and I laugh. “I’ll try writing something and yes, I do work.” I sassily say and I hear him scoff. “Sure sure.” He ends the call and I board the boss heading to Larry’s house. It’s a two hour journey so I use that moment to think of a short story concept. Okay Mia, don’t overthink it. It’s just a downtown contest.

For the ones who disappeared. For the ones we couldn’t save in time. For the ones still fighting. And for the ones brave enough to rise anyway. River’s POV I designed the submission process myself. One page. No names. No résumés. No GPAs. Just a single question: What have you never said out loud, and how has it shaped you? I told Melinda we’d pick three recipients each year. Each would get $10,000 to put toward anything they wanted — education, housing, travel, therapy.

"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.”

' My fingers hovered on the entry key but I held myself back from pressing it. What would I submit? I hadn't even drawn anything in weeks, not since the whole divorce situation cropped up and the mask I draped over my marriage began to fall. The theme for this year's competition was Rebirth. How poetic. It was likened to the belief I had for myself, the hope I had that my future could be reinvited into a life lived solely for myself. Still, my mind held doubts and ultimately, I scrolled away from the entry key and down to the list of co-organizers where I spotted Alaric's name and brand.

Her phone lit up, “Holy shit, I’ve been sponsored by several art suppliers as I’m a finalist.” The message read… Congratulations: D.R. Dares, On becoming a finalist in the National Young Artists Competition. To assist you in completing your ten ‘Vulnerability’ art pieces, please use the care packages that will arrive with new art supplies to make things easier and more accessible for all our finalists.

Looks like there is a painting competition going on. Edward asked the boy standing with him what was going on here and he said that a painting competition was going on from an art gallery here. And we heard a person making an announcement, He seemed to be the same age person as Mr. Thomas and everyone looked at him, "Hello ladies and gentlemen, Today we are conducting a painting competition here, anyone can take part in this competition, it is necessary to be a well-known painter to participate in this compitition. All you need to do is to pick up your paint brushes and you can paint anything, The winner will be given $ 500 from us and we will exhibit your painting in our art gallery." As s

"Just discussing an opportunity Lucy should absolutely pursue." I felt a familiar mix of excitement and terror. Competitions meant exposure. Vulnerability. Telling stories I'd worked hard to keep private. "The deadline is in two months," Mrs. Rodriguez said. "Plenty of time to develop a truly remarkable piece." I left the art room with the competition guidelines, my mind spinning. The possibility both excited and terrified me. At home, I spread the papers across my desk, tracing the competition requirements. Mixed media. Narrative art. Maximum dimensions. Submission guidelines.

"Wait, are all of the other participants here get an invite from your company?" "No, we do not invite them. We just promote about this competition and they just sent us about their details to enter this competition. You compete in this competition, but why are you asking me this?" "But if the participants can't make a strip manga as what did you want. What kind of methods that they can use to compete?" "It's neither you are going to do a strip manga nor you just do the short manga story. It's up to the participants to choose what kind of things that they want."