Writing Competitions Online Novels & Stories

"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.

Then there was a bold writing by the side, which read; Writing contest for High school Students. Winner of the contest gets a free trip to France. You must be between the age sixteen and nineteen to be able to participate in this contest. Deadline: 26th of July, 2020 Visit: elixirwritingcontest@gmail.com to register for the contest and to enquire for more information. "How am I even supposed to participate in a writing contest when I can't even update my story during the week? Besides do you think parents would even let me go to France by myself?"

He'd ask me questions that had me Googling at midnight. Ms. Beck smiled. "He's going to need enrichment. Additional work. Maybe a mentor farther down the road. I'd love to get your permission to submit some of his work to a citywide creative writing contest." "Yes," I said immediately. "Absolutely." I walked home, feeling like I was floating. The street noise was the same—blaring horns, bikes rattling over potholes, laughter from a convenience store radio. But the world had changed. Lighter. Brighter.

Gen said. “I’m all ears!” I said. “Well, remember your entry you wrote on your journal?” she asked. “Which?” I asked her, unsure of which she was talking about. There were many poems in that book hand written by me. “Let me tell a love story.” she answered. “Yeah, what about it?” I asked. “Don’t freak out but Britney submitted your entry to a competition hosted by one of her I*******m followers. It gained recognition and you’ve been given an opportunity to publish for one of the biggest Poet association in America!!” she announced.

'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.”

There was no category in this year's competition but each school presented its best three for the writing event. The writing event has more sponsors than the whole game combined. Many oil firms and companies placed huge amounts on the essay competition and the judges are external judges from the different universities of the nation as selected by the competition organizers. The conference hall was filled up at 7:00 pm, 20 minutes before the debate and essay competition. Schools were seated in different areas of the hall, each very expectant and ready to support their students when the competition started properly. “There wouldn't be fear in me had it been we have Shola with us, just that he

"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.”

Julia carried a small backpack and said, "Let's go, Lucas, Layla. Mommy will see you after school." The two children reluctantly followed her out the door. … Jessamine slept until noon and then checked her work phone, finding over 99 unread messages on WhatsApp. Since she had been absent from the office for a few days, she had a lot of catching up to do. She put on some makeup to hide her heavy dark circles and headed to work. This month, there was a jewelry design competition called the Cynthia Competition, hosted by Dorne. It was open to submissions from designers worldwide, and the judges were several experienced designers chosen from different parts of the globe.

Eventually, she gave up trying to make sense of anything, simply lying on her bed and drifting off into sleep. Life soon returned to normal until the day of the Creative Works Competition finally arrived. For the competition, everyone had to travel to Crestford University in another district. After submitting their projects, each team had to go through a group defense, where a panel of judges would score them on the spot and determine the final winner. "Since it's a three-person team, I won’t be going." Originally, each team had to select three members to attend, and the fairest way was to draw lots.

' 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.