Writing Competitions Online Novels & Stories

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

"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."

"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

It was a notification from the class group chat with good news. [Congratulations to Ellie Wagner! Her writing “My Mom” won first prize in a local competition and has been shortlisted for the state competition. Please take note, Mrs. Wagner!] That’s great. My writing won an award. I revised that writing so many times and poured so much of my heart into it. It was filled with my most genuine feelings for Mom. The group chat was instantly flooded with congratulations. [Mrs. Wagner, you’re amazing! How did you raise such a well-rounded child?]

“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.

She said, speaking at the speed of light. “There’s no cash prize, but participating will help your public image, and the shortlisted designers gain exposure through the competition’s website, magazines and social media–perfect for our light luxury line’s launch.” I thought it over. It sounded too good of an opportunity to be true. “What’s the catch?” I asked, bracing myself. Jenny grimaced. “The submission deadline is midnight on Monday.” I chewed on my lip, contemplating. Were three days enough to design something good enough to be shortlisted? Even on top of all the other work I had to do?