Novel & Cerita Writting Contests

At the end of the online class session, we were to submit our masterpiece which would be reviewed by some editors and they would pick a winner whose book would be published in paperback and the writer would be given recognition. My online school has been holding a writing contest every year and my book has come third or second since I joined two years ago. That year was my final year and my last chance to win the contest which was why I put all my effort into it this year. "Rhea, I've told you about using your phone on the table. This is why you are using eye contact in the first place." My mom scolded. "Just to be clear, I love my eye contact, and I'm almost done," I said with my eyes still

"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.

"I read somewhere that some contests are phony. Like some lotteries. They get you to buy something, but you don't have any real chance of winning." "With writing contests, you don't have to buy anything," Lucy reasoned. And in this case, it wasn't that Lucy had no chance of winning but that she had a one hundred percent chance of winning. Jane opened her mouth again, but Mr. Putnam walked by and told them to stop talking and focus on solving the problems. At least, she'd tried to tell her, Jane told herself defensively. But she knew, as much as she knows anything that trying wasn't good enough.

I'll be posting prompts for story openings based on our ongoing contests, successful outlines and designs, and if you are up for it, take it and write it out~ Come back to me with your own story and I have contracts to offer~ (well, if you already have a senior editor with GN, go to them :P -------

I don't know if they had expected that, they were quite new to the internet, but no one tried to stop it. During breakfast, Marissa pulled out her phone and went to www.whoiswinning.weebly.com which was a website that someone outside of the contest had made. People from all over the world could vote on the person who they thought should win. From what I gathered, she had been looking at the website religiously. Tessa and I were across the table from her when she discussed the results with one of the blonde twins. We were a little curious as well, so on Tessa's brand new iPhone, we typed in the URL.

"To cut the story short, this pack has its advantage and disadvantage" Okay, another hint of mystery. "There are two most important advantages; you will learn new things. What I mean by that is, because different people come from different path of the world, you will get to learn new things. Most especially the market days" Sounds interesting. "Number two; every end of the month, a contest will be held and each and every one will bring out his/her skills. The one with the best skills would be rewarded." "What type of skills?" "Anyone. Be it painting, cooking, archery, or fighting. Interesting right?"

'Paragon annual designing contest' I halted, slowly scrolling through my phone. "Paragon is hosting a contest?" I muttered, my eyes scanning through every words displayed on my phone. It was a contest where talented designers upload their designs, and the best design with the highest audience votes wins cash price, dress of the year, and a percent of the sales of the dress. For a second, I thought of giving it a try, but as I scrolled through the number of people that already applied with their work, and some of them being celebrities who had won the contest three times in three years, I lost the spark. Will I even get a chance to win anything?

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

It’ll be like a contest. My eyes lit up as I typed furiously on my computer, writing up a blog post that asked for reader’s submissions. I decided to call it “Worst Wednesday”. Every week, I’d decide which of my readers had had the worst date and then I’d publish it. It was a decent stop-gap, but I knew it wouldn't take the place of my regular posts. I needed something else.

Jacob remarked. “We’re already here. I want to hear what else they have to say,” Arda replied. “Alright,” Karina agreed. “Whatever you want,” Jacob said, sounding reluctant, but Arda ignored him. Surprisingly, so did Karina. “Anyway,” 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.”