Writing Contest Free Entry Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Or if 10 people here will drop the tip of more than 200 coins in a week, will earn you guys 3 chapters on the weekend. Contest enries are entitled as: -Criminally God -Against the bloodline (Written by, brewing fantasies) Thank you~

“That’s so amazing. I don’t know what to say.” “Say yes. You never know. Your story could win the prize.” Huh. “Okay.” I give in with a laugh. “That’s awesome. Go ahead and enter it.” I can’t believe this is happening. It still feels so surreal. “Whatever the outcome of the contest, this will be a nice feat to add to your resume. Also, about that recommendation letter you asked for, whenever you need it, feel free to come to me. I’m sure we can work something out.”

"To exhibit, to sell, to run however you want. Three years fully sponsored." I looked at the flyer again. The submission deadline was printed at the bottom. It was six weeks away. "Is this real?" I asked. "I went last year," he said. "I entered the mixed media category. I did not win but I saw the winner receive the keys to the gallery space in person. It is very real." I folded the flyer carefully and held it in my hand. "You should enter," Andrew said. "You have six weeks. That is enough time to put something serious together if you start now."

Her next comment is cut off by an announcer with a microphone up on the club's small stage. "Attention please, everyone. It is now time to start our costume contest. Since we don't want to bore you with a bunch of lame entries, we have a very selective screening process. This process consists of charging a $50 contest entry fee. We have 10 entries that were either brave enough or rich enough to sign up. In addition to the $500 in entry fees, the always generous members of the club's management have chipped in another $500. The winner of the contest, as decided by you in the audience, receives $500. Second place gets $300 and third place gets $200."

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.

I assumed it had something to do with his daughter. “That’s marvelous,” Liam said. “Thank you. You won’t regret this.” Lucian sat silent, looking like a scolded school boy. “I do have two conditions, though,” Lemone cautioned. “Of course. Anything,” Liam said eagerly. “First, you will need to prepare an entry. You will have three days to do so. And the estimated market value must be over ten million dollars.” Ten million dollars! I didn’t have that kind of money…. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Looks like I wouldn’t be able to enter the contest after all.

Even if they did not start their own company, they would be an esteem employee at their original company. "The Gold Quill Award is not possible; it requires a certain amount of experience to even qualify for nomination. However, for the Best Newcomer Award, one can be nominated as long as they have joined the industry within a year and have their own solo, outstanding public relations project, thus you can participate in the competition." George said, he looked at Anna, feeling a surge of pride. His girl was just that outstanding, which allowed him to help her. Otherwise, even if he wanted to help her, he would not know how to help her, right?

She couldn't spend the rest of the year listening to a chorus of kissing sounds whenever she walked into a room. "It'd be easy. We can start by printing up some flyers on the school's printer," Charlie said. "Where would we have people send the poems?" Mary asked. "It'll look kind of strange if it's one of our houses, won't it?" "We can use my cousin's!" Jonas said. "She lives in Washington, D.C. That'll make it look real official. The National Poetry Writing Contest, in the nation's capital." "And then you'll tell Lucy?" Emily asked. She sounded uncomfortable, even disgusted by the idea. "That it's all just a prank? A joke? When it's all over?"