Writing Competitions 2025 Novels & Stories

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.”

He lightly tapped the armrest of the chair and said, "Indeed, there are various competitions, some held internally by companies, and others are collaborations among several companies in Fairport. Globally, these events usually announce the results of the previous competition in early spring and start a new round of competition in late spring. “If you wish to participate, I would suggest waiting until next spring. After all, for other competitions, as an employee, there might be restrictions due to the rules, and such limitations wouldn't apply to the super large-scale competitions." Rebecca nodded. "Alright, thanks, boss. I will do more research on that." Daniel smiled. "No worries." Suddenl

"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.

' 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.

"Nancy, my laptop broke, and I need one for the competition. Please help me. Otherwise, I won't be able to compete, and then I won't be able to pay everyone's tuition." I looked at her coldly. "You don't need to pay my tuition, so why should I help you? There are plenty of people in this class. I'm sure one of them would be happy to lend you one." Someone pulled Wendy over. "Wendy, I'll lend you mine. Don't beg someone so cold and heartless." I just smiled and walked out of the classroom. To be safe, I called my dad. Our company was one of the sponsors of the university's creative writing competition, so I asked him to speak to the organizers and change it to an on-site format with randomly

My heart started racing as I opened it. [Dear Ms. Evangeline Moreau, Congratulations on your victory at the Blackwood Estate Design Competition. Your talent and resilience have not gone unnoticed by the international fashion community. We would like to invite you to participate in the Paris Fashion Week 'Emerging Designer Award Competition.' You will compete against five other designers for a prize of a $55 million investment and a global distribution deal. The competition will take place in six weeks. Please confirm your attendance by responding to this email. We look forward to showcasing your work on the world stage.

So that’s my plan. Apply the moment I graduate. If that doesn’t work, there’s the Alpha King’s Tournament. It’s held every four years and it’s one of the fastest ways to get noticed. Is a series of Combat, strategy, teamwork competitions. It’s open to any wolf in the kingdom over the age of eighteen. The prize is one hundred thousand dollars and an invitation to join the Royal Guard. The next tournament is next year, and I’ll only be fifteen, too young to compete. So that’s my backup plan.

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.

Ibukun glanced at her, wondering if she had just cried about Bolaji and her sudden drop in friends and admirers. “Yes, good,” he said, and turning to Ibukun, who shook her head no, he explained, “The Competition is in its maiden year. It’s for SS3 students only. It takes place in May, after your SSCE exams. For now, only schools from five states are open to competing; Lagos, Abia, Jos, Oyo and Rivers. The exam would also be purely oral.”

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.