Novel & Cerita Writing Contest Cash Prize

To my disbelief, he nodded eagerly and spoke into the phone. "Janice, don't be angry. Don't waste your breath arguing with this stubborn girl. I'll handle it. She's my daughter. She can't possibly defy me." The last shred of hope inside me shattered. I hung up, then immediately called the travel agency. "Hello. My name is Elise Whitmore. I'm the prize winner. My ID number is... "My redemption code was stolen. I want the prize frozen immediately." The customer service representative remained polite. "Certainly, Ms. Whitmore. We've verified your prize information.

The words had burrowed deep into me, leaving scars that weren’t easy to erase. “Anyway,” Jenna continued, determined not to drop the subject, “the first-place winner gets a cash prize. Twenty thousand pounds for the school pageant winner. And if you make it to the city finals, that’s a hundred thousand pounds plus a contract with a top agency.” That caught my attention. “Did you say twenty thousand pounds?” I repeated, my interest piqued. Jenna smirked, sensing victory. “Yep. Want me to sign you up?” I hesitated. The prize money would be a godsend, especially since I still owed Sir so much. After a moment, I nodded. “Alright, but only for the money.”

My fingers feel numb as I pick it up, unfolding it slowly. The handwriting is Hayden's. “Get Eden Clarke to give it up before prom night. Proof required (photo or video). Winner gets $10,000 from each participant. If I lose, I pay double.” Below it are three signatures. Two of which I don’t recognize. And then there’s Hayden's. My knees buckle. I sink to the floor, the photos scattered around me. The water in the bathroom shuts off. I still don't move. No, I can't.

“Thanks. Sallie and I will share the prize.” I laughed out loud. “That’s cheating.” “I let her punch me in the tummy and face. I got kicks, Ry.” I shook my head in amusement as I walked away. “What’s up?” Zeph asked. “Maddie and Sallie made a deal to share their prize.” “Oh. How much?” Amelia asked me. “1 grand for the winner,” her brother replied. “Maybe I should join next time. I need money anyway.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” Zeph turned to her.

"I know, I know. I should have asked for your permission first but when I saw the posters for the competition, I immediately thought of you. And guess what? You qualified. You're in the competition!" "Wait really?" I was even more surprised by that piece of information. "They liked my clip that much?" "Of course they did. You're an amazing dancer, Allison and I won't be surprised if you win this thing. Guess what the prize is?" "What?" I leaned in anxiously. "The prize is a cash prize of twenty five grand!" "Whoa! Are you for real?" I exclaimed. "You bet I am. I bet you're interested now, aren't you?" She nudged my ribs and winked.

Kourtney interfered as though it made her feel empowered. “Good for you.” William turned around to face Gwen and thrust his hand to her. Then she placed four stacks of hundred-dollar-bills on his palm which made my eyes grew wide. “These are for you all.” “Wait, I thought whoever wins gets the cash prize?” Kourtney asked, confused. “You all will be needing this cash on your way to Mexico,” he answered, handing us the stacks of bills.

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?"

"Really!?" "Yes, it's true. You will be receiving your exclusive publishing contract tomorrow and your pay on your bank account. Since you wrote one hundred and twenty thousand words, you will get paid two hundred and fifty dollars or twelve thousand five hundred pesos." I paused a little and watched her beautiful reaction, then I followed up with, "Ah, don't celebrate yet." Mimo's facial expression became serious as she looked at me. "Why?" "You still have two more evaluations to pass for you to become our full pledge creative novelist permanently."

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After all, he was my numero uno fan. “Not really… well, kind of. My manager told me about this competition all over the States when I went to submit my draft to her, it’s about writing an original novel on any genre the writer prefers. Whoever wins—I think there will be one from each genre—will get their book published nationwide and sign a five-year contract with one of the famous publication houses.” I explained. “Ah! That’s great! You decided on what to write yet?” he asked curiously, laying his head on my lap as he did so. “I could give you—”