Novel & Cerita Writing Competitions With Cash Prizes

APRIL Excitement buzzed through me as I looked through my application one last time. Competitions were my favorite part of schooling, it had always been so since I was a toddler and nothing changed up till now. We didn’t have much competitions at Enigma, but the few we had were always bloody, students would go to any length to win and one couldn’t blame them because the school always put up pretty amazing cash prizes to be won. This time around, we were gearing up for the Jaw Wars, an annual oratory competition where the winner went home with a ten thousand dollar cash prize, an all expense paid summer trip, and free tutoring sessions.

“Do you know about the corporate Hackathon that’s coming up?” “Of course. We’re sending in our top developers to participate in it.” “Really?” I asked, “What’s the prize money?” “Ten thousand dollars.” “Wow, what?” I exclaimed. “That’s a lot of money.” “Yes. They intend to find a talented coder through the competition. The prize money is just one of the perks. They have more.” “Such as?” “Well, a lot of companies have their eyes on the competition. The winners and runners up will be given a lot of opportunities, job proposals, what not. It is great for one’s CV.”

Then, he pulled a big colorful poster out of his briefcase and stuck it up in front of the board. It read: The First Annual Young Artist Competition $500 1st prize + your work printed in Art Express magazine $300 2nd prize $100 3rd prize ENTER NOW! Hurry — entries close soon 'Now I hope everyone is really excited about this new young artist competition,' Mr. Haddidi said. 'I’m sure the prize of having your work printed in Art Express is more than enough motivation, not to mention the five hundred dollars first prize!' He handed out entry forms to every student in the class. They didn’t know it, but the competition meant the end for the Singh twins. They were excited and both nudged me when M

“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 grinned, "they have to be... generously endowed. I'm talking thick, long, and ready for action. The cash prize for each selected candidate is five thousand dollars just for showing up. The one who... performs the best, in my opinion, gets a bonus fifteen grand. The winner takes all." Maddox pulled out his phone, looking like a soldier taking down a mission briefing. It was the hottest thing l'd ever seen. My strict bodyguard, now my filthy accomplice. The next two days were a whirlwind. Maddox, now significantly richer and surprisingly efficient, set up a secure digital channel for applications. We were flooded with responses. Photos, videos. It was like shopping for the perfect piece of m

Suddenly she saw a large headline - [The Turquoise Award is back, the highest association in the international painting world is now inviting painters from all over the world for an online exhibition grand prize competition in order to unearth the talented artists]. She looked at the attractive prize money. Worthy of being the highest association, the first prize was worth as high as 3 million Phoenixfell dollars! Heloise had an idea immediately. "Did the little blighter get tired of staying in Hyacinth Garden before thinking of loitering out?" Reginald's low, magnetic voice suddenly sounded above her head. Startled, Heloise resisted the urge to look at his expression and continued to stare

She walked me through the rules, the judging panel, and the strict submission criteria step by step. I listened intently before raising a single, practical question. "If I win, is there a cash prize attached?" Jane blinked, looking at me in surprise. "Yeah, there is. Three million dollars. Wait, are you low on cash lately, Aria?" "Not really," I replied, giving her a quick wink. "But hey, who's gonna say no to more money?" We both burst into laughter at the same time, the lighthearted sound echoing off her office walls.

He nodded and was about leaving when he turned back. "Emm...if you don't mind, there's an upcoming food competition I heard a friend talking about. It's being sponsored big companies. The winners of the competition are being awarded big cash prizes and other rewards. I can get a ticket for you if you don't mind" He said studying my face. "Emm...i'm interested sir, I'd like to know more about it" I replied nervously. "I remembered he said it's remaining about three tickets or so, I would tell him about you and help you with one then before it finishes, because people usually buy it with a lot of money" He said typing something on his phone and the looking up at me again.

] Another message followed immediately. [Luxury accommodation. Fully paid trip. National livestream exposure. Final winner receives a publishing contract worth $1,000,000.] Winona stared at the screen suspiciously. Before she could process it, her best friend Ava called. “Tell me you got the invite too!” Ava shouted excitedly. “This thing is blowing up online right now. They’re inviting writers, actors, gamers, influencers, all kinds of people.” “You seriously think this is real?” “I think your boyfriend just ruined your mental stability and the universe is compensating you,” Ava replied.

“Then why are there so many people?” “Because there is a prize for the winner.” My eyes widen. “No kidding! How much?” “It used to be fifty grand back in the day, but it upgraded to one hundred and fifty grand.” My hands round his arm tighten and I stare at him to see if he’s joking, but there is no humorous trace on his face. “No wonder there are so many people around here.” “I know. Youth can be that way with free things. I can tell you sixty per cent are not even into poetry at all.”