Writing Competitions Novels & Stories

’ The New World Emperor nodded at Florian beside him with that thought in mind. Florian immediately understood him and took a step forward before loudly saying, “Everyone, today’s literary competition preliminary round is to write an essay with any topic of your choice. It could be anything—Astronomy, Geography, Chess, Music, Calligraphy, Art, Ranking Formations, or even World Governance. Just write what you’re good at!”

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

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Even with my part- time jobs, I've always managed to do well in my studies. I have won many awards on merit and through competitions like spelling bee, Quiz, debates, essay writing, public speaking, article writing, story or novel writing, best blogger, poet of the year and so on. I literally don't even have anymore space in my room to keep some so I just keep old ones in the drawer. Packing my stuffs, I ordered Uber already and it'll soon arrive. When I say stuffs, not more than a bag and one other tiny bag.

“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.

Sometimes the guys can be a bit too much but Miss Johnson is always there to keep them in check. Once the class had settled down, we sat eagerly waiting for the day to begin. I was nervous about my essay because I wrote it out of my crush and desire for someone that is forbidden. "As you all know, the essay that you have written has to be submitted today. If you haven't completed that essay yet, you have plenty of time in class. This essay is part of the competition and it counts towards your grade. When you win the competition, it will be in a local magazine in a column that is catered for creative writing essays and that will also help you into getting into selected colleges." she announce

I could hear him because it is not that far from where I am standing right now. I couldn't move. I was completely surprised by what he just did. He didn't forget that I like vanilla-flavored ice cream. "Your treat! Your treat! Your treat!" the crowd screamed repeatedly. Dale just grabbed the 1st place award in the feature writing category at the University's Power of Pen workshop. More than 500 aspiring writers joined the said workshop from different universities and Dale secured the 1st spot. I couldn't stop myself from joining their cheers. I'm so happy for him.

The good thing is that these competitions are not only about intelligence in a specific subject such as mathematics, physics, chemistry, English, etc. They take into account the clubs that are found in the institutions, which range from painting, photography, dance and singing to soccer, taekwondo and chess. Which is great, since not only "nerds" have the opportunity, but anyone who has an excellent ability or skill to earn that privilege. And that's how we ended up like this. Each group looking askance at the other since only a few can represent the school in each of the championships this year. That gives a good explanation as to why we are all in class, as well as why there are several be

"Getting this paper out of the way will be a huge relief. Cause for celebration, I think." "Oh?" I ask as Holdo Hall comes distantly into view down the road. "This Saturday, the public library is hosting a literary event. It's this big gala for writers – authors of both nonfiction and fiction. Award ceremony, dinner, open bar. The works." I feel my eyes widen. "Are you up for an award?" Suddenly, Harlan looks rather uncomfortable. Shifting in his seat and clenching his outstretched hand around the steering wheel, he responds, "Not the big one, but I'm being recognized as an emerging writer."

I didn't want sarcastic comments right now. "Are those murmurs I hear?" she asked, and surprisingly, or maybe unsurprisingly, there was immediate silence. I continued to look at her, but made sure she didn't notice. I glanced around and saw flyers being handed out to all the contestants. When I received one, I looked at it and realized it contained the same information we saw on the websites. "As you all know," she began, "Blackwood's annual art gallery competition has been happening for a long time. Every year, three winners are chosen." She explained, and we all listened carefully.