Writing Contest Money Novels & Stories

After I took a few steps, Patrick walked to my side and said, "If I didn't come here, are you going to leave with him?" "Mr. Cowell, you think too much." I shrugged my shoulders, "I was here to see Mentor Ryan off. After all, I'm still an employee of Towering High. Although I only got third place in this competition, I have 100,000 dollars as a reward which I haven't got yet. I dare not to disobey you." "100,000 dollars? Are you indeed in need of the money?" Patrick's voice sounded on my head. Although it was a little cold, I could easily tell that it was mixed with anger.

But, about the price… It might be a bit over your budget, but I'm sure you can make it work. "Lionel's a teacher at a prestigious high school, right? He could take on some extra tutoring gigs and earn a little on the side. The money will come in somehow. It shouldn't be a problem!" Well… Mindy shook her head. "The education department is cracking down on extra tutoring. Lionel always followed the rules. He never strayed from what's allowed." Jenny rolled her eyes. He turned down easy money? How ridiculous! "Well, if Lionel can't pick up extra work, you could! I've seen writers make millions from just one book. You've been writing for years, Mindy. I'm sure you're doing well too."

She walked me through the rules, the judging panel, and the strict submission criteria step by step. I listened intently before raising a single, practical question. "If I win, is there a cash prize attached?" Jane blinked, looking at me in surprise. "Yeah, there is. Three million dollars. Wait, are you low on cash lately, Aria?" "Not really," I replied, giving her a quick wink. "But hey, who's gonna say no to more money?" We both burst into laughter at the same time, the lighthearted sound echoing off her office walls.

I stood up, picked up my bag, and turned to leave when Isa held my hand. “Aria, please, we are trying to come up with a solution here. Meet us halfway atleast.” “I will find a solution myself.” I pulled my hand from her before walking out of the restaurant. It was hard; it was hard being a writer. I poured my fantasies into words; I just wanted everyone to find solace in my words, but now it’s all just about the money. If it doesn’t sell, it gets cancelled. Well, I will deal with that after talking to Liam… How dare he send me $10? Was that his way of telling me that I wasn’t worth even 2000?

"I'm sorry, Sir. This is my fault. Can I pay 300,000 first? My parents said that if I win a prize in the creative writing competition next week, they'll give me one million dollars as a bonus. I'll cover the rest once I win. Is that okay?" The professor nodded. "Alright. I'll explain the situation to the university's management. But are you sure you can win a prize?" Wendy smiled. "I'll be honest with you. The person in charge of this competition is my uncle. He has tutored me, so I have a very good chance of winning the prize." Then, she turned to the rest of the class. "Don't worry, everyone. I always keep my promises. I'll pay the rest of your tuition soon."

“Ma’am, the money was sent to me as payment for a work I’ve made. Seeing as they’ve only sent that amount now, I assume they’ve divided it into installments.” “What kind of work?” Theresa immediately asked. At this moment, it was hard to divide her work and her curiosity as Estela’s acquaintance. If she had checked their system, she would be able to see the name of the sender instead of questioning how the people in front of her were able to get such an amount. “I did some work for Wordsmith Literature, I believe you can check it there.” ‘Wordsmith Literature? Isn’t that the name of a publishing company?’ “Is that the publishing company you are talking about?”

I quickly scanned the papers—it was actually a solid idea. We were the ones to hold the workshop while they handled the contest afterward. The winners would have their work published by Arrow Publishing, with their names on it, and even a chance to be scouted as new writers. I looked at Lathan. “Have you seen this?” I asked. He shook his head. “I’m actually waiting for you. If you like it, I’ll sign it.” Kin and Enzo cleared their throats while Sierra covered her mouth to hide her laugh.

That part had daydreamed constantly about all the things I could do with the grand prize of $100,000, or even the first and second runner-up prizes of $50,000 and $30,000, respectively. However, with the caliber of people I’m seeing here, and the gossip I’ve been hearing, it seems all I’m going to walk away with is the debt that I put myself into to be able to stand a chance to win the money. “Hey, I don’t like that look on your face. Aurora and I already told you that it doesn’t matter whether you win or not. And if you’re worried about the money you borrowed from me, then don’t be. You don’t have to pay it back. I made you participate in this contest, so consider that money my contribution

My shift will end soon. And I still I have to finish my final draft for the writing contest! It’s due next week. I thought. I joined the “Writer's Luck” contest to win $700. Not only that, you'll be an automatic member of an elite book club called “The Golden Phoenix” wherein you will meet many personalities and big people. Also, this club could aid you find a sponsor or a publisher to publish your writing. And I think this is a tremendous opportunity to pay off the debts of my aunt. I hope luck will be in my favour.

Or are they more than that? “Listen, Mia. I don’t want you to work for Mr. Powell. Even if he helped us more than once, I don’t trust him. I talked to a new ghostwriting agency today. They like my writing. They are willing to offer me 15 dollars per page. I can make extra money. You can get your old job back. I don’t want us to have any relation with these corrupting rich bastards.” Calvin grit his teeth. Calvin doesn’t know the promise Mia made to Mr. Powell eight years ago. In fact, no one knows it except Mia herself. She couldn’t withdraw her promise. And they need the money that her new job brings in.