Novel & Cerita Writing Contest Cash Prize

As the guests were whispering among themselves, Zeke suddenly added another sentence, “We understand that the cash reward alone might not arouse everyone’s enthusiasm as a few million dollars means nothing to everyone here.” “Therefore, we’ve decided to add another condition to the competition. The winner of the competition is entitled to choose to walk away with the five million dollars cash reward or to take away something belonging to the loser!” “The winner of the competition will always be superior over everyone else and all other guests would have to show utmost respect to the winner. In the future, everyone is required to obtain the consent and agreement of the winner before doing any

I could hear him because it is not that far from where I am standing right now. I couldn't move. I was completely surprised by what he just did. He didn't forget that I like vanilla-flavored ice cream. "Your treat! Your treat! Your treat!" the crowd screamed repeatedly. Dale just grabbed the 1st place award in the feature writing category at the University's Power of Pen workshop. More than 500 aspiring writers joined the said workshop from different universities and Dale secured the 1st spot. I couldn't stop myself from joining their cheers. I'm so happy for him.

Jack and Jeffery also gave her a congratulatory hug. “And…erm….sorry for cutting the celebration short..but I will also need to call the first and second runner. Just like the way we do it year after year, the first and second runner up will be given prizes too; but this year things seem to be different. We are also gonna give consolation prizes to the participants, but there will be a third runner up and that will be Jeffery Woodson” He muttered as Jeffery steed forward. “And we will be offering him a gift prize of 15 millions USD and a modeling contract…congratulation Jeffery” Axel shook hands with him, giving him the pendant.

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."

he stated as his light brown eyes gleamed under the sunlight. “What?” I asked in surprise. “End it now, before it’s too late “ “I don’t understand “ I said as I frowned in confusion. “You wouldn’t, it’s your background” “Sir-“ “How much?” He cut me off as my mouth fell open at the realization of what his question meant. “Sir-“ “A million” “What?” “Four million “ “No!” I exclaimed angrily. “Ten?” He asked with a raised brow. “So ten then” he added as he brought out a pen and his cheque booklet.

“–Could you tell us what the prize for the winner is going to be?” There was a mumble of agreement in the room soon everyone to keep quiet. “The organizers have decided on a cash price of $1 million as well as a private home in New York for the winner. He insists that this is because he's trying to make life more comfortable for the less privileged and has opened the competition to be free for all that register so that the less privileged could also be actively involved.” My jaw dropped.

“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.

That part had daydreamed constantly about all the things I could do with the grand prize of $100,000, or even the first and second runner-up prizes of $50,000 and $30,000, respectively. However, with the caliber of people I’m seeing here, and the gossip I’ve been hearing, it seems all I’m going to walk away with is the debt that I put myself into to be able to stand a chance to win the money. “Hey, I don’t like that look on your face. Aurora and I already told you that it doesn’t matter whether you win or not. And if you’re worried about the money you borrowed from me, then don’t be. You don’t have to pay it back. I made you participate in this contest, so consider that money my contribution

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

Grant and a young man came in. Everyone stood up, which made me remain on my feet. “Good day everyone, welcome to Grant Cooperation…” He introduced himself, and the contract, and also mentioned there were cash prizes to be won. Many of the people here were not here for a contract but rather the cash prizes, as they came from orphanages, some from private hospitals and schools, so the money was going to benefit them. Mr. Grant then told us today was the day we were supposed to settle in, prepare our desks, and get to know each other and the company grounds before the official competition, which was to start tomorrow.