Writing Contest Free Entry Novels & Stories

the caller said. I was stunned for a moment when I heard his voice because it was Oliver. How did he know my—oh yeah, probably because of Matthew. I immediately stood up. "Yes, speaking," I replied. "I just wanted to ask if you've started writing," he asked in a monotone but polite voice. "Actually, I haven't," I honestly answered. Please end the call. I was pacing back and forth in my small living room. "Please do start writing now because we have already decided to enter your work, Mr. Wright, into a competition that will happen in three weeks from now." Say what? I stopped walking, a competition?

"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?"

**Create a Writing Space:** Establish a dedicated area for your writing. 22. **Read Craft Books:** Learn from experienced authors through instructional books. 23. **Stay Persistent:** Rejections are part of the journey; don’t be discouraged. 24. **Observe the World:** Draw inspiration from your surroundings. 25. **Balance Description and Action:** Find the right mix to keep your story dynamic. 26. **Manage Time Effectively:** Allocate dedicated time for writing amid your other responsibilities. 27. **Keep a Writing Journal:** Capture ideas, observations, and snippets of dialogue.

Sunshine in an empty park. Open, free, calming. *** The campaign launched two days later. The response was immediate and overwhelming. Thousands of entries flooded in—some brilliant, many absurd. I sat with Davina in the lab, sifting through them, laughing at the more ridiculous ones. “Listen to this one,” she read aloud. “‘Chocolate-dipped pickles with sea salt caramel drizzle.’” She wrinkled her nose. “Pregnant woman craving, clearly.” I laughed. “Or an evil genius.”

I didn't know what contest they were talking about. “It is the biggest running contest of the year, allowing werewolves who are not part of our pack to participate. There are many werewolves from other packs who will come here to participate in this competition or to cheer for friends or relatives because if they have a record in the top ten in the competition, they will have a chance to become a member of our pak without having to take the entrance exam with many fierce categories.” A gardener explained to me. "Is that still the case?" I spoke up in surprise.

“Not naïve, honey. I think you will. And not just for the first year.” At the suggestion about a full scholarship, Emmie smiled. “Thanks, Mr. Queens.” “Did you send some of your photos to the contest you wanted to enter?” The girl exhaled as she nodded. “Yeah,” she mumbled and took a seat. “I haven’t heard back though.” “Didn’t you say they’d announce the winners at the end of July?” “Exactly.” She sipped her water before placing it on the wooden table. “But don’t they have to talk to the winners privately at first? I probably didn’t even place twentieth, there were like thousands of submissions.”

Last and definitely not the least: I conduct events where the winner gets the chance to request for an extra chapter of any novel and it will be published within 24 hours. Also, fun quizzes, important decisions, are all there. If you liked it all, then follow me on Instagram @lexi.priyanshi. (I will remind you after every 10 chapters, if you have read this note once, you can skip next time)

’ The New World Emperor nodded at Florian beside him with that thought in mind. Florian immediately understood him and took a step forward before loudly saying, “Everyone, today’s literary competition preliminary round is to write an essay with any topic of your choice. It could be anything—Astronomy, Geography, Chess, Music, Calligraphy, Art, Ranking Formations, or even World Governance. Just write what you’re good at!”

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

“That’s ridiculous! I don’t believe that they could come up with a competition like that when all they have to do is prepare for an imminent war. Do you think that if Alpha Zeke doesn’t win, he will let go of his pack? He will fight Alpha Ezra.” “I heard Alpha Zeke is gone for a few days.” Then ignoring my words, she said, “There’s a prize of two hundred dollars though.” That made me pause. Two hundred dollars? It was enough to buy essentials, to keep myself alive a little longer in this hellhole, until I escaped. “I want to join,” I whispered. Alicia’s eyes lit up as she chuckled. “I knew you’d say yes! You are best at it. Come on! We have to fill out the entry form. You’ll need a partner t