Writing Contest Free Entry Novels & Stories

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

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?"

Looks like there is a painting competition going on. Edward asked the boy standing with him what was going on here and he said that a painting competition was going on from an art gallery here. And we heard a person making an announcement, He seemed to be the same age person as Mr. Thomas and everyone looked at him, "Hello ladies and gentlemen, Today we are conducting a painting competition here, anyone can take part in this competition, it is necessary to be a well-known painter to participate in this compitition. All you need to do is to pick up your paint brushes and you can paint anything, The winner will be given $ 500 from us and we will exhibit your painting in our art gallery." As s

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.”