Writing Contest Free Entry Novels & Stories

"Ah okay, just this one time, Mey." "Thank you!" I smiled. He gave me a brief nod and continued to explain our task, "At the end of the year, each of you shall complete a 30,000 words novella. We would make it a contest, and just like any competition, there shall be a winner. Our English teacher, Mr. Rodriguez, an editor from our local paper, and I would be the judge." Koltin seemed very interested. I watched him eagerly raise his hand before asking, "What do we get if we win?"

I ask, starring into her dark brown eyes. "Well, the fiction competition has a specific topic." She says, getting up and walking over to a filing cabinet. Miss Edwards is about 5' 5" tall and very well proportioned, with a thin waist, flat stomach and a tight, curvy ass. Her ass gets as much attention as her tits when the guys are discussing what they'd like to do with her. "The subject this year is ethics and morals. You'd have to write a short story with a main character who is struggling with a moral dilemma." She says, handing me the entry form and rules. I guess I know the subject pretty well, but I'm not sure I could submit a story about my current moral dilemmas. "Would you be able to

She wore a blazer. No pants. “She’s a visionary,” River whispered as Marla declared the office open by shouting, “Let the truth games begin!” Skye couldn’t stop laughing. “We really are raising a tiny dragon lawyer.” The NY office launched a youth writing program that exploded within six weeks. Thousands of applicants. Half of them from underserved schools. All of them hungry. Camilla was flown out to teach poetry once a month. Carrie hosted a publishing workshop. River and Skye Skyped in from LA, answering questions like:

As the bus started its journey, I sat in the comfortable backseat and worried about what would happen if my work didn't get attention. I was going to Blackwood's Enterprises, a big art gallery that has an art festival every year. The festival was only two months away, and I wanted to show my talent there. They invited painters from all over to compete for a great opportunity. On their website, they said the artist with the best painting would not only have their artwork displayed at the festival but also get 5 million dollars and a job offer from the company.

She stabbed the paper with her finger right over the line that read "$10,000 Cash Prize." The figure certainly drew Bella's attention. She read further and her interest dimmed. The Lodge Presents the Annual Alpha's Pet Contest Only Hot Male Subs Ages 18-30 Need Apply FRIDAY NIGHT ONLY 11 p.m. — ??? Winner receives access to the Alpha's Dungeon, a $10,000 cash prize, and the coveted diamond collar! "What is this?" Bella asked warily. "It sounds like a cheesy reality show." “That’s because Brendan handles the marketing and he’s a total cheeseball, but the contest is legit. And it’s cooler than it sounds. The House of Wolf throws a huge party every year with drinks, dancing and lots of hot guys

It was a notification from the class group chat with good news. [Congratulations to Ellie Wagner! Her writing “My Mom” won first prize in a local competition and has been shortlisted for the state competition. Please take note, Mrs. Wagner!] That’s great. My writing won an award. I revised that writing so many times and poured so much of my heart into it. It was filled with my most genuine feelings for Mom. The group chat was instantly flooded with congratulations. [Mrs. Wagner, you’re amazing! How did you raise such a well-rounded child?]

"Relax. If you faint, I'm not carrying you." As they walked, Sylvia suddenly brightened too suddenly. "Oh! Speaking of imagination, there is this writing competition opening in two days." She tucked her hair behind her ear proudly, “Huge prize. Big publishers watching. Since Elara and I are collaborating, we could submit something. It would be a perfect chance for us to shine.” Fallon barely heard her. She was still trembling from earlier. Sylvia continued anyway. “I’ll tell her about it tonight. We could win if she focuses. I mean… if she really gives it her all.”

“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.

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—”

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