Youth Writing Contests Novels & Stories

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.

She wore a blazer. No pants. “She’s a visionary,” River whispered as Marla declared the office open by shouting, “Let the truth games begin!” Skye couldn’t stop laughing. “We really are raising a tiny dragon lawyer.” The NY office launched a youth writing program that exploded within six weeks. Thousands of applicants. Half of them from underserved schools. All of them hungry. Camilla was flown out to teach poetry once a month. Carrie hosted a publishing workshop. River and Skye Skyped in from LA, answering questions like:

Mom came out of the kitchen and said, "You must have forgotten, the annual youth contest is fast approaching, and the preparation has taken place already" "Oh", I completely forgot, I have missed out on a lot. The annual youth contest takes place every year and each supernatural clan including the mortals will choose a talented youth to participate in the contest and win victory for their clan. I have won this six times in a roll without my sight, but instead of praise I get disdain, they called me a waste of talent, I remember it all like it was yesterday, I want to go once more and fight now that I have my sight back, I want to see who dares speak trash of my name. The thought of this gave

Please, let this not be what I think it is. She nodded, shuffling some papers on her desk. "The oratory contest committee just sent an update, and there have been a few changes." I almost sagged in relief. It was just about the contest. Not some grand exposure. Not another cruel twist in Brandon’s games. Just the competition. "Changes?" I echoed, trying to get my heartbeat under control. "Yes," she said. "First, the contest will now be held for five days instead of two. It will also serve as a major youth conference, so the competition has been extended to accommodate that."

It had been far too long since I felt I could just be me. “The Youth America Grand Prix?” I asked, wiping at my eyes with my free hand. “Yes, that,” he grinned. “It’s a really, really well known competition in the ballet world, especially with pre professional dancers,” I told him. “There are regional comps, and then you can be invited to participate in the finals in New York, where you can win scholarships and get job offers. The finals are how I got my apprenticeship with the ballet company in Salt Lake City.” “So you won?” he asked, a hint of pride in his voice.

"Relax. If you faint, I'm not carrying you." As they walked, Sylvia suddenly brightened too suddenly. "Oh! Speaking of imagination, there is this writing competition opening in two days." She tucked her hair behind her ear proudly, “Huge prize. Big publishers watching. Since Elara and I are collaborating, we could submit something. It would be a perfect chance for us to shine.” Fallon barely heard her. She was still trembling from earlier. Sylvia continued anyway. “I’ll tell her about it tonight. We could win if she focuses. I mean… if she really gives it her all.”

She raised a letter in her hand—Rina’s letter. “Recently,” she continued, “a young student named Rina from Frontier City Wasteland wrote to me describing her first successful agricultural experiment using locally sourced materials. Her courage, her innovation—it moved me deeply. With this program, we pledge to support all children like Rina. Whether it’s sustainable farming, magical engineering, cultural research, medical discoveries—every idea is valued.” Quara Raedrim’s voice returned, upbeat: Each school can nominate one promising student per academic year. Youth grants will fund community lab access and mentorship under A.H.E.R.S.M.

said Betty. She unzipped her handbag and took out a flyer Marietta had given her. "Look, this is the competition I'm talking about. It's a short story contest that will be announced to the public in a few days. "However, this contest is a last-minute thing being held in Marietta's honor, so the timing is very rushed. They want submissions next month. "Take a look and see if you want to participate in it. Your short story is only about a few thousand words long anyway."

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.”

How my brother used to protect me in school, and how we became friends. “Hey, there is a state competition for romantic story writers. Why don’t you take part, Aoife?” I inhaled a sharp breath because I had told no one I used to write stories. “No, I don’t have time for writing anymore. College, assignments, library, it’s exhausting. I think Matt is the right fit for any writing competition.” “But you are a wonderful writer. I read your stories, and it’s the best I’ve read so far,” she replied.