Writing Competitions With Cash Prizes Novels & Stories

"I was on a film set for the entire summer, Chloe. I missed approximately everything." She leans forward, elbows on the table. "Okay, so — every fall, the top thirty-two universities in the country each submit one performance piece to compete at the National Collegiate Arts Showcase. The National Arts Council and the Department of Education both send representatives to judge. There are cash bonuses, honorary medals, and the hosting school gets a serious prestige bump. It's basically the Olympics of campus culture." I actually do know about the Showcase — vaguely, the way you know about things that have never had anything to do with you.

Martin warned him and an air of tension moved around the class. “Let me explain you one thing…” Mr. Martin said. “The purpose of this quiz is that the students who will get the highest score will be eligible to take part in the Virginia Essay Competition which is one of the huge and important competitions of the year. I want everyone to do their best in this quiz so that you are able to get into the competition because this competition has a cash prize of two thousand dollars for the winner” Mr. Martin added and my jaw dropped down as I heard the cash prize. “Oh my god…” I whispered. “Um…” I started and raised my hand to say something.

Listed underneath were the prizes which consists of a writer of the year award, a Publishing offer, and a live interview to publicise the book and writer. All those things were something I wanted so badly, but I couldn't go through that terrible ordeal of trying to conquer my fear again, definitely not anytime soon. Under the list of contest winners was the contact of the host, so I typed the number on my phone and took a deep breath before dialling it. The receiver answered the phone on the third ring. "Hello, this is Kimberly from Maryland Writing School. How can I help you?" "Hi, I'm Rhea Knight, the Author of Royal Deception."

'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.”

I’m about to say goodbye and make my escape when she speaks again. “There’s a huge Fine Arts Competition coming up in London in three months’ time. The winner gets to have their work published in a huge editorial magazine and they also get to have a gallery exhibition with published works of their choice. Are you interested?” For a moment, I’m stunned speechless. It’s a huge opportunity that anyone would kill for. Not many people get to have these kinds of opportunities this early. “You’re asking me to participate?” I ask in disbelief. She shrugs. “Why not? Usually, I reserve this for the seniors but I think I’ll make an exception this year. So? What do you think?”

"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

No way. “Should you and your partner find yourselves lucky enough to win, a cash prize of twenty thousand dollars shall be yours!” More cheers and hollers sounded from around me, but I couldn’t bring myself to be happy at this exact moment. There was no way Craig was here, too. There was no way! But I’m staring directly at him. And he’s staring back at me. “More than that, you will each be granted a scholarship to study here for a year to perfect your skills and in order to gain a deeper understanding of your art, cushioned with your own private studio space!”

"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

, ah never mind. "Don't go out of the topic, answer my serious question first." she's starting to frown. "Hmm I actually want to come, but I don't think I'm going to win, my competitors are just famous university graduates," I said lethargic, told her. Indeed because the competition is a new company but they have managed to get customers from the top, and of course seeing the high job prospects in this company makes many fresh graduates from famous universities such as Design Aeterna University also want to try this competition, let alone the prize offered not messing around, the first place will get 5 million rupiah, the second place will get 3 million rupiah , and the third place will get

Deal? That gave me pause. The Aureate Awards ran every two years. It was an international design competition with big-name sponsors and wide press coverage. Spots were impossible to get unless you had brand backing. Nyx barely scraped one entry per round. The last guy who made it in placed nineteenth, then vanished from our office two months later with a new job and a fat contract. I tapped my nail against the phone’s edge. ‘If we’re going by merit, the spot’s already mine. Giving it to anyone else would be a waste. You know that.’