Writing Contest Money Novels & Stories

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!

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?]

"If you have another skill, you can enter the contest." "Whoa, first prize is ten thousand dollars!" the colleague on Sierra's left suddenly gasped. "They're really going big for the tenth anniversary!" Sierra glanced over. Only then did she notice that Morgan's secretary had sent a new message in the group chat. First place, ten thousand dollars. Second place, five thousand dollars. Third place, two thousand dollars. If the group was made from five staff or fewer, each person gets a two-hundred-dollar participation reward. If the group had more than five staff, it would be counted as a performance by the entire department, and the department would get one thousand dollars instead.

"Won't the winner of the competition get to work in the Richards Group after graduation?" "What are you thinking about? The Richards Group doesn't have that much money to feed that many of us. They clearly stated in the terms and conditions that the winning design would be bought by them. The design would then be modified by the Richards Group and to be mass-produced. On the other hand, the winner would also be getting a hundred thousand dollars of cash reward. Regarding what you said, I've never heard of that condition. I just want to get the cash prize. It's fine if you don't want to join." Scarlette spoke as she shrugged her shoulders. "Is there really a hundred thousand dollars cash rewa

APRIL Excitement buzzed through me as I looked through my application one last time. Competitions were my favorite part of schooling, it had always been so since I was a toddler and nothing changed up till now. We didn’t have much competitions at Enigma, but the few we had were always bloody, students would go to any length to win and one couldn’t blame them because the school always put up pretty amazing cash prizes to be won. This time around, we were gearing up for the Jaw Wars, an annual oratory competition where the winner went home with a ten thousand dollar cash prize, an all expense paid summer trip, and free tutoring sessions.

If she had paid any attention to what I’d been doing over the past three years, she would already know that I earned good money from my writing. “The money in my account comes from my publisher,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “They deposit my royalties and bonuses into my account every month.” Just then, Henry came down the stairs, holding my gym bag in one hand and the Henryet to my karate gi in the other. I tried to give him a grateful smile, but it felt forced, like my face might crack under the pressure. My pulse was pounding in my ears, and it took every ounce of self-control to stay calm and collected in the face of my mother’s insults. I took the white top from him, but he refused t

I need to finish the article that I am doing and submit it before the deadline. Earlier in the morning, I saw an article saying that there is a contest for writing an essat about the effects of climate change in the economy and health of the people. Their prizes ranges from $200 - $1000. I did not waste the chance. Of course, if I will win in the said contest, my article will be featured in a famous magazine, which is Fancy Magazine, and the cash prizes that are waiting for the winner. After several minutes, I finally finished my article and submit it immediately to their email address. Good thing that my brain is working flawlessly today. I did not experience a writer's block and the flow o

Samuel asked, worried. "It's that good. Sam, you can write." "I'm a swimmer, not a writer." "You're both. This is beautiful." They submitted the outline to Victoria on schedule. She loved it. "This is exactly what publishers want. Raw, honest, emotional. Give me a week to shop it around." It took three days. Victoria called with news that made Riley sit down hard. "We have five offers. The lowest is one hundred fifty thousand. The highest is three hundred thousand."

I protested. “Well, we cannot afford that right now. The Nationals are around the corner, you need to train more,” Agatha replied. She searched her glove box and threw a flyer on my lap. “I found out about this.” I held the small piece of paper in my hand. “A five thousand dollar reward?” I gasped. “Yes. A lot of people have even dropped out from the competition,” she informed me, turning sharply. “It should be a good opportunity for you and the team.”