Writing Competitions Online Novels & Stories

“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.

I took the page from her and scanned the bullet points. The competition was in Riverbend, a couple hours outside Skyline. Not far, but far enough to mean hotels, travel. "Can you pull the themes from the past few years?" I said. "Winners, too. Anything visual. I want to study them properly." "Already on it," Priya said, skipping toward her desk. I pulled out my phone and shot Octavia a message: [Thanks for getting me back in. Owe you dinner, drinks, or both.]

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

"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

But now, it wasn't a problem for me. Using Nancy's computer, I got all the cutaway views, design sketches, and some detailed drawings of my previous works among the documents in my drive and submitted my work. After Nancy finished her sign-up, we would wait for the organizer of the competition to review us. The conditions for signing up for the competition this time probably were too high. That afternoon, Nancy and I both received, saying that we had finished signing up for the competition. However, as for the specific topic of the competition, it could only be revealed after the organizer no longer accepted the signing-up.

"Fever. Uff. I can't even kiss you." "I write for myself." He nodded, smiling. "I write to vent my feelings. It's not a competition." Maybe that's why I loved it. There was no competition in writing because art couldn't be evaluated. Each art was unique in its own way. If one rejected, it didn't mean it was disgusting or bad. It was just not for their taste. "Thank you."

“Though, Christina is not taking part in it. What should I do?” “Should I tell Lucy about this?”. He picked up the magazine and bents down to pick it up. Then he checked the entering criteria. “It’s free of cost. As we are looking forward to wonderful art created by one of the most brilliant artists in the world. Only you need to win and climb the ladder. We are here to support your back!”. Suddenly he noticed something else also. The sponsoring company is Bradley enterprises. His throat went dry seeing his dad’s company sponsoring the competition.

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.

My shift will end soon. And I still I have to finish my final draft for the writing contest! It’s due next week. I thought. I joined the “Writer's Luck” contest to win $700. Not only that, you'll be an automatic member of an elite book club called “The Golden Phoenix” wherein you will meet many personalities and big people. Also, this club could aid you find a sponsor or a publisher to publish your writing. And I think this is a tremendous opportunity to pay off the debts of my aunt. I hope luck will be in my favour.

He found peace in his soul and harmony with the Universe. After all, Winston did a miracle – he made his dream come true. "Hello, Paulo Coelho! Winston thought. In 2017, he started writing and publishing his works a lot through the Internet platform Litres.Samizdat at the Litres store. In the spring of 2018, he decided on a difficult step for him, at that time with an unknown ending for him – he sent his work "Odyssey beyond the Universe" to the national literary award Writer of the year for 2018, and he received a positive response that he became a nominee for the award. Winston rode with happiness, and he thanked all the saints, angels, and God for the gift of fate, but the miracles did no