Writing Contest Free Entry Novels & Stories

Please don't worry- there are always chances to get glimpses of those smaller moments in more detail in future books or possible bonus stories. Now for the question everyone's been asking. WHAT'S NEXT!!?? I am taking the month of November off from my current series to participate in NaNoWriMo. For those who don't know what that is, I'd like to explain. NaNoWriMo is the National Novel Writing Month. During November, writers from around the world will challenge themselves to start a new project and write 50,000 words in 30 days! This is the first year I'm going to give this a try. I've got a group of other authors who are doing this with me, and we are going to support each other through the p

, I asked. "Exactly January 24th, next year; provided there are no disturbances and factors that could hinder it. If para venture it's postponed, the organization is going to let us know. Do we understand?" "Yes ma'am" we replied. I could see it that everyone was excited to be chosen for the competition. Mrs. Stella adjusted some files on the table. "So you all have a task. Your poem for entry into the competition is to be submitted before Wednesday, next week. That's exactly six days now. We have to forward it to the organization via their official website. Should I trust you guys to do this?"

I could feel the determination rising within me, and I clenched my fists, pushing aside the nagging questions about the media. “Oh, his birthday is coming up, isn't it?” Pierre's voice broke through my thoughts, his words pulling me back into the moment. “That would be the perfect time for you to submit your entry as well.” I paused, my brush hovering over the half-finished painting. “Submit my entry?” I echoed, squinting at him in confusion. “What do you mean? Where would I be submitting it?” Pierre raised an eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Right, I forgot you don't have your phone with you right now. There's a contest happening in the city,”

she smiled, walking away. “I guess that's all for today, please enjoy the rest of your day,” I dismissed the class and went straight to the director's office, tucking the paper in my pocket. I knocked on his door and he answered me with a sweet smiling face. “Melissa, please have your seat,” he pointed to the empty seat in front of him. “Thank you sir.” “I know you have your reservations about a lot of things but there's this competition coming up. It's for any age, so as long as you have a talent to showcase, you are free to enter.”

Listed underneath were the prizes which consists of a writer of the year award, a Publishing offer, and a live interview to publicise the book and writer. All those things were something I wanted so badly, but I couldn't go through that terrible ordeal of trying to conquer my fear again, definitely not anytime soon. Under the list of contest winners was the contact of the host, so I typed the number on my phone and took a deep breath before dialling it. The receiver answered the phone on the third ring. "Hello, this is Kimberly from Maryland Writing School. How can I help you?" "Hi, I'm Rhea Knight, the Author of Royal Deception."

The Folio Vision Hyperrealism Competition was the National Art Competition started by the Folio Vision Museum. They hold competition annually since 1999, where ten artists of hyperrealistic paintings will compete against each other. The entry to this competition was too competitive and had a small percentage of successful admission. The museum chooses ten participants out of the average number of hundreds of people nationwide who submitted their audition applications. The participants needed to have a long history of winnings from their local art competitions and apply a hyperrealistic painting on canvas in size of fifty by fifty inches. There is no age requirement, only a fee of fifty thous

"Of course, I am. By the way Someone from Vicenzo Company called me because they can't seem to contact you." " I changed my phone and forgot to update them so what did they call for?" "Well, they were asking me when will you submit entry for the upcoming Novel Contest." "I haven't really thought about it, I still have 3 months before the contest. I'll tell them myself." "They also told me you can pre read some entries from the website, some already posted their novel entry. I think it will be better, you might come up with better plot if you'll learn from them"

Sometimes the guys can be a bit too much but Miss Johnson is always there to keep them in check. Once the class had settled down, we sat eagerly waiting for the day to begin. I was nervous about my essay because I wrote it out of my crush and desire for someone that is forbidden. "As you all know, the essay that you have written has to be submitted today. If you haven't completed that essay yet, you have plenty of time in class. This essay is part of the competition and it counts towards your grade. When you win the competition, it will be in a local magazine in a column that is catered for creative writing essays and that will also help you into getting into selected colleges." she announce

Having grown up immersing myself in classic literature and physical books rather than typical web novels, I have crafted a story with a unique, atmospheric depth that stands apart from standard romance novels. Years ago, following a major accident that left me in the intensive care unit, my mind was flooded with raw imagination. I promised myself then that if I survived, I would embrace every challenge. Pouring that determination into my work, I became a dedicated professional, and the story I once wrote only for myself is finally out in the world. Through my writing, I am incredibly happy to give my protagonists a brand-new, second life.

"Your stories have the power to touch hearts, to inspire others. Don't let fear hold you back from sharing that gift with the world." With her words echoing in my mind, I took a deep breath and made up my mind. I would enter the writing contest, not for the sake of winning, but for the joy of seeing my words come alive on paper and reaching out to others. Days turned into nights as I poured my heart and soul into crafting the story for the contest. I spent countless hours refining each sentence, polishing every word until they shimmered with emotion and authenticity. The characters on the page became real to me, living and breathing with every turn of phrase.