Writing Competitions Online Novels & Stories

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.

I ask, starring into her dark brown eyes. "Well, the fiction competition has a specific topic." She says, getting up and walking over to a filing cabinet. Miss Edwards is about 5' 5" tall and very well proportioned, with a thin waist, flat stomach and a tight, curvy ass. Her ass gets as much attention as her tits when the guys are discussing what they'd like to do with her. "The subject this year is ethics and morals. You'd have to write a short story with a main character who is struggling with a moral dilemma." She says, handing me the entry form and rules. I guess I know the subject pretty well, but I'm not sure I could submit a story about my current moral dilemmas. "Would you be able to

"It's nothing. I just happened to pass by here, so I came up and sat down!" Culver took a sip of his coffee and said with a smile. "By the way, the competition is about to begin in half a month. Have you come out of your work?" "He's coming out!" She was inspired by the pictures that had just been sent over. She had been worried about it, but she didn't expect that it would help her a lot in an instant. "It's so fast. I thought it wouldn't be so fast." "I just had an inspiration. I'll get the draft out in a few days, and you can help me check it out!"

Hailey narrowed her eyes. Luna leaned in just a bit. “Mr. Harvey is planning a major design competition, just for me. A grand, international-level event. If you beg me nicely, I might let you enter. But don’t forget, it’ll only be because of my grace. You’ll owe me that.” Hailey blinked, caught off guard. “What competition?” Luna’s lips curled, mistaking Hailey’s confusion for interest. She thought she had struck a nerve. “The Global International Design Awards,” Luna said proudly. “I don’t expect you to win the grand prize, of course. But hey, first prize or something close wouldn’t be a total loss, would it?” She let out a small, smug laugh.

I ask, starring into her dark brown eyes. "Well, the fiction competition has a specific topic." She says, getting up and walking over to a filing cabinet. Miss Edwards is about 5' 5" tall and very well proportioned, with a thin waist, flat stomach and a tight, curvy ass. Her ass gets as much attention as her tits when the guys are discussing what they'd like to do with her. "The subject this year is ethics and morals. You'd have to write a short story with a main character who is struggling with a moral dilemma." She says, handing me the entry form and rules. I guess I know the subject pretty well, but I'm not sure I could submit a story about my current moral dilemmas. "Would you be able to

' 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.

said Betty. She unzipped her handbag and took out a flyer Marietta had given her. "Look, this is the competition I'm talking about. It's a short story contest that will be announced to the public in a few days. "However, this contest is a last-minute thing being held in Marietta's honor, so the timing is very rushed. They want submissions next month. "Take a look and see if you want to participate in it. Your short story is only about a few thousand words long anyway."

I quickly scanned the papers—it was actually a solid idea. We were the ones to hold the workshop while they handled the contest afterward. The winners would have their work published by Arrow Publishing, with their names on it, and even a chance to be scouted as new writers. I looked at Lathan. “Have you seen this?” I asked. He shook his head. “I’m actually waiting for you. If you like it, I’ll sign it.” Kin and Enzo cleared their throats while Sierra covered her mouth to hide her laugh.

At the end of the online class session, we were to submit our masterpiece which would be reviewed by some editors and they would pick a winner whose book would be published in paperback and the writer would be given recognition. My online school has been holding a writing contest every year and my book has come third or second since I joined two years ago. That year was my final year and my last chance to win the contest which was why I put all my effort into it this year. "Rhea, I've told you about using your phone on the table. This is why you are using eye contact in the first place." My mom scolded. "Just to be clear, I love my eye contact, and I'm almost done," I said with my eyes still