Writing Competitions 2025 Novels & Stories

'If you want to participate in other competitions, refer to the school's main website and write in the blanks of the application form. This is the exact text of what was printed in the registration form that Julie sent out the other day, because the number of group competition categories is too much, and very few people are interested in the team competition, so the school decided not to print out the application, which left only a few blank spaces for students to fill in on their own. “Currently there are more than twenty-five categories of team competition. The lowest prize money in all categories is three thousand dollars, the highest is fifteen thousand dollars.”

"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.”

Then, he pulled a big colorful poster out of his briefcase and stuck it up in front of the board. It read: The First Annual Young Artist Competition $500 1st prize + your work printed in Art Express magazine $300 2nd prize $100 3rd prize ENTER NOW! Hurry — entries close soon 'Now I hope everyone is really excited about this new young artist competition,' Mr. Haddidi said. 'I’m sure the prize of having your work printed in Art Express is more than enough motivation, not to mention the five hundred dollars first prize!' He handed out entry forms to every student in the class. They didn’t know it, but the competition meant the end for the Singh twins. They were excited and both nudged me when M

Chapter Six : The Bet The announcement came at the end of class. “The Regional Science Competition,” Mr. Hawthorne said, tapping the paper in his hand, “will be held in six weeks. This school may nominate up to two candidates.” Excitement went through the class Everyone sat straighter This competition mattered. Rankings. Reputation. Futures. Mr. Hawthorne’s gaze swept the class. “Those interested may submit their names by Friday.” I looked up from my sit, raised my hand and said

Eloise said, raising an eyebrow as she noticed how lost I looked. I blinked and gave a sheepish nod. “It’s the biggest tournament in the entire realm!” she exclaimed, her eyes glowing with excitement. “It happens every five years when the Blue Moon draws near. The Werewolf High Council hosts it, and schools from all over the packs and clans send their strongest, smartest, and most beautiful students ages eighteen to twenty four, to compete.” “And every species gets to join in!” Nyx added, bouncing excitedly. “Werewolves, vampires, witches, faes, sirens, everyone!”

"Grant amounts between five and twenty thousand. Twelve recipients per cycle. Two cycles per year." "Yes," Harriet says. "I want to expand the eligibility criteria. Any discipline. Any medium. Writers, composers, choreographers, filmmakers. Anyone working in something that cannot be easily monetized in its early stages. Anyone who has something true to say and has not yet found a structure that lets them say it." "That is a significant broadening of scope." "Yes." "The endowment as currently structured will not support it."

His lessons are so informative, enlightening, and entertaining that I feel I’ve grown. In addition to my email, I’d like to inform you of an upcoming major competition in our program. Sebastian Records is looking for new artists to sign with them, and they will be accepting students from Whitlock and our rival school, St. Agatha Music Academy. I’m participating in this contest, and if I win, I’ll finally be a professional composer! I’ll give it my all. Please send me your best wishes. Yours sincerely, Anya “Say, Anya,” Lora inserts after I hit send. “Have you asked your benefactor to meet with you?”

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.

"Ah okay, just this one time, Mey." "Thank you!" I smiled. He gave me a brief nod and continued to explain our task, "At the end of the year, each of you shall complete a 30,000 words novella. We would make it a contest, and just like any competition, there shall be a winner. Our English teacher, Mr. Rodriguez, an editor from our local paper, and I would be the judge." Koltin seemed very interested. I watched him eagerly raise his hand before asking, "What do we get if we win?"

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