Writting Contests Novels & Stories

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

Please don't worry- there are always chances to get glimpses of those smaller moments in more detail in future books or possible bonus stories. Now for the question everyone's been asking. WHAT'S NEXT!!?? I am taking the month of November off from my current series to participate in NaNoWriMo. For those who don't know what that is, I'd like to explain. NaNoWriMo is the National Novel Writing Month. During November, writers from around the world will challenge themselves to start a new project and write 50,000 words in 30 days! This is the first year I'm going to give this a try. I've got a group of other authors who are doing this with me, and we are going to support each other through the p

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.”

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.

The entire crowd of students and professors keep their gazes on our Headmaster. "I feel honoured to announce to you all about the upcoming biweekly contest. As per the guidelines set by the true founder of this academy, late Mr. Aizech Rohl the contest will take place every two weeks and depending on the performance of the students, the marks will be graded. The students in their respective category of a pack and a coven get to embed their name as the competitor in the Annual Competition if…" he raises his index finger. " ... they manage to win two competitions out of the seven that will be held. If someone fails to complete the challenges in the first few contests, then do not worry. Everyo

’ The New World Emperor nodded at Florian beside him with that thought in mind. Florian immediately understood him and took a step forward before loudly saying, “Everyone, today’s literary competition preliminary round is to write an essay with any topic of your choice. It could be anything—Astronomy, Geography, Chess, Music, Calligraphy, Art, Ranking Formations, or even World Governance. Just write what you’re good at!”

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.

I held positions ranging from housekeeper to server, but no job offered a salary that met my needs. I learned about an online erotica article competition one day, and I decided to enter to test my creative abilities. By God's mercy, they proclaimed me the winner of the contest and awarded the sum of $5,000. I had no clue that the publishing business would offer me a job writing four stories a week after I won the contest. I had better keep my real identity a secret because if my well-respected dad and my friends had found out about my online work, my dad would have humiliated me once more and perhaps used his power to close down that publishing firm. Neil was the only one who understood the

“Isn’t that what writers do? Anyways, the prize money is huge. It can get you a nice apartment.” Liar. “You’re lying.” I laugh and he sighs. “At least you can get a nice meal off of it.” He finally says and I laugh. “I’ll try writing something and yes, I do work.” I sassily say and I hear him scoff. “Sure sure.” He ends the call and I board the boss heading to Larry’s house. It’s a two hour journey so I use that moment to think of a short story concept. Okay Mia, don’t overthink it. It’s just a downtown contest.

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.