Novel & Cerita Writing Contest Money

“And what if I tell you, that none of us want those crores and crores of money? Or what if you don’t get that award or the money? Will you still write?” I will be blunt and honest here. The first thought that crossed my mind at that moment was: Why the fuck will I write if I don’t get the money? But with Nisim I needed to be cautious before responding, lest I got trapped in the maze of his questions. And so, with a similar bluntness I lied. I said, “Yes.” “And why will you still write?”

“God forbid I help you with your class work and research. I’d rather pluck out my eyeballs.” He smiled. “Etta Publications contacted me today.” My attention snapped to him. “Remember the political commentary competition we entered last month?” he said. “We made the shortlist.” I stared at him. “You’re lying.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out a white envelope. The Etta logo stared back at me. My chest tightened. “Final round interview,” he said. “The winner gets fifty thousand dollars and a one-year contract.” Fifty thousand dollars. That amount could cover my tuition, feeding and rent for a year.

That was a lot. “The grand prize is $30,000. Half goes to the school and the winners share the remaining half.” ‘Fucking rip offs.’ I muttered under my breath but I’d caught the attention of everyone. “Excuse me?” I shrunk back and shook my head. “Nothing.” Jared narrowed his eyes at me for a few seconds before continuing his speech. Serious Jared was hot but I didn’t like to be on the receiving end of his lectures when other people were there. They always had this stupid look on their faces that said ‘gotcha’.

As I listened to her, my eyes widened in shock. It never occurred to me that my written book could inspire a movie. "What's causing you to act so surprised? Because I own a production company, I can naturally assist you in promoting your literature." She gave me the impression that a movie isn't that big of a problem. "You know, content writers invest a significant amount of time and resources in crafting a new story." "How much do they earn?" I asked her, incredulous. "Twenty thousand dollars for one film." "What?" Jerry's revelations today will undoubtedly cause me to have heart attacks.

Kevin said, and I couldn't wait for the day to come. "The games will start in three days; I set the winning price at fifty thousand Crons for the first place, thirty thousand Crons for second place, fifteen thousand crons for third place and five thousand crons for fourth to fourteenth place," Kevin stated. Jasper approved. The prize money was coming from his pockets, and it was something he could afford without flinching. There was a time we were very broke. It all seemed like a distant memory now. The unbelievable part was that those were our happiest moments when we didn't have a care in the world. Now there was just too much to deal with and fix. The time together was limited.

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?

Hearing a stranger acknowledge her erotic work so bluntly made her stomach twist. Damon walked over to the glass coffee table and picked up a thick folder. “Here is my offer. One month. You live here. I have complete control over your schedule, your writing hours, and your… research. In return, I will pay off every single debt your publishing company left you with. All of them. Additionally, you will receive two hundred and fifty thousand dollars per month as allowance. Paid in advance.” Ara’s mouth fell open. Two hundred and fifty thousand? A month? That was more than she ever earned from writing.

I'm writing something new under a new pen name: Shadow. I'm no longer under Vane Media. You've been my agent for years, fielding scripts they never knew about, and I trust you. But every dime I made went into their pockets. I'm practically at zero. I'm writing a highly commercial story to build cash fast. I'll get back to my usual style once I have enough money to survive. I need a big advance. Wire it to this new account. Details soon. - S. Sent. Blank document. Cursor blinking.

It had been barely two weeks since the financial aid fiasco when Mom found another excuse to make my life difficult. This time, she demanded that I surrender the prize money I had won in a writing competition. She sat there on her fancy ergonomic leather couch, sipping coffee from a designer mug, shooting me a look that reeked of pure disdain. At the very least, she had learned from her previous mistake. Instead of confronting me in front of the class, she had summoned me here in private.

She questions, panting out the words. “News? What news?” I cock my eyebrow at her. “Michaels Investment Group is offering a temporary position for a university student to work with the CEO’s assistant and gain business experience. They are giving a prize of $10,000 to the person who gets the position!” She looks at me with an intense gaze. “Ame! You must apply! You are a shoo-in.” “$10,000!” My heart starts racing in my chest. I have to enter; I have to win. I need that money for Zander!