Writing Contest Free Entry Novels & Stories

Katerina The papers are spread across my bed like I'm planning to make a thousand paper flowers for a wedding. They cover the blanket so thickly you can hardly see it between the gaps. Stalking around the mattress, I write hastily on the back of a scrap piece I've folded in half. My notes must make me seem insane. No one could decipher my scribbles, which have been made in increasingly frantic lines. But I need to write to keep track, and also ... to believe that what I'm seeing is true.

the woman continued, “we’ve set up a website for this contest. Go online, fill out the form, and upload a picture of your mark. This is now an online competition. Include your bank details, and our team will verify your submission. Winners will be announced on the site, and prizes will be sent directly.” She looked at the man beside her, who cleared his throat and spoke up. “The website is www.birthmark.com. I repeat, www.birthmark.com. Did everyone get that?” The crowd stayed silent, so he awkwardly cleared his throat again. “That’s enough. We heard you!” a girl dressed in gothic style yelled, causing laughter among the crowd. “Glad to know,” the man responded, unfazed. “Submissions will be

“–Could you tell us what the prize for the winner is going to be?” There was a mumble of agreement in the room soon everyone to keep quiet. “The organizers have decided on a cash price of $1 million as well as a private home in New York for the winner. He insists that this is because he's trying to make life more comfortable for the less privileged and has opened the competition to be free for all that register so that the less privileged could also be actively involved.” My jaw dropped.

She proceeded to straighten her already perfect tailored black gown for the umpteenth time as she shot herself a final look. Phoebe had just gotten a job offer from an online site that she’d signed up for. It was a writing contest that was currently ongoing in the state and even though she wasn't a writer, she had felt bored and so had decided to sign up as she'd read quite a lot of novels and had even if it was just the slightest idea of what writing entailed. She'd proceeded to write a short story which she submitted, but to her utmost surprise, she won the contest and was selected amongst two others to become a writer for the organization. They were asked to come to a venue where they wou

“We’re all here for you. And don’t hesitate to let us know if you need anything—whether it’s support or just a distraction.” “Thanks so much. I’ll certainly keep that in mind.” Kayla smiled, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Of course. And speaking of distractions and opportunities, I’ve got something exciting to show you.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a colorful poster, holding it up for me to see. The poster advertised a city-wide costume-making contest, with details about the event, entry requirements, and a tantalizing grand prize for the winner. “I saw this and thought of you immediately,” Kayla said, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “This could be a huge break for

I had no business there and I didn’t know anyone. Unhesitatingly, I tore it open. It was a letter. An invitation actually, to the Writhe of Writers Award.