Share The Moment Your Life Changed Forever and Win Big!
Dear Friends,
I’m sending you a warm hug of love and thanks for encouraging me and my co-editor, Sal Gallaher, on our writing adventure.
While managing the NLS publication, our families, reading your stories, and finishing our freelance jobs, Sal and I are now focusing on personal writing projects.
Right now, during the Romanian summer nights, I’m sitting on my balcony editing my sixth book, while Sal is working on hers on the other side of the world, enjoying the Australian fall.
We’re making progress word by word, page by page, and chapter by chapter.
Do you have a life story to share?
A love story?
A life lesson?
In other words, a memoir?
Share the moment your life changed forever and stand a chance to win big!
Get published in an anthology and seize the opportunity to win.
Enter our NLS Summer Memoir Contest today!
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Contest Details
What to Submit
• Memoir, max 750 words
• Theme: The Moment That Changed My Life
How to Submit
• Follow our publication.
• Become a writer for our publication.
• Publish at least 20 stories (using tags like #Fiction, #Memoir, #Nonfiction, #Community, #Poetry).
• Submit directly to our publication, the New Literary Society, using the #Memoir tag. Use the title format: Contest Entry: [Your Title].
• Language: English.
• No fees.
• Submission deadline: October 1st, 2024
• Prizes awarded by: October 15th, 2024
How to Vote
Simply clap! (The number of claps divided by the number of clappers will determine the popularity prize.)
Prizes
• New Literary Society Prize
• Popularity Prize
If You Win, Here’s What Awaits You
• Anthology: Best entries will be compiled into an e-book, showcasing your talent.
• Writing Mentorship: You will receive a mentorship session with a published author via email, benefiting from personalized feedback and guidance.
• Social Media Promotion: You and your work will be promoted on social media channels, increasing your visibility.
• Author Interviews: You will be interviewed, with the interviews published to highlight your achievements and creative process.
• Certificates of Participation and Achievement: You will receive personalized certificates recognizing your accomplishments.
Before the Competition: The Painter by Julia Kalman
The painter, elegantly seated in a bar chair:
“I ran into them on a terrace.
You know, two chicks.
Students.
Blondies.
I’m not sure if you saw them as well, did you?
Pretty pulchritudinous.
You know the type.
They came to V, and we talked about fine arts, exhibitions, the EU, and moving abroad.
Yes, I spoke more because, as you know, V works like a slave but speaks like a fish.
As a result, I had to fill in the blanks.
Should I let you write now, or should I tell you more?
Ha, ha, ha.
I don’t like to rock out like that.
Allow me to fill you with my insanity.
Ha, ha, ha.”
He continued in a slightly different tone:
“Oh, my dearest, my dearest, please give me a sign if you know how I feel about you and if you feel the same way.”
He came to a halt, staring at me.
Then he went on:
“You are exactly like my wife.
She also imagines herself to be young.
No, madam, no, a woman is only young once, as a maiden, whereas a man is young until death.
It’s not fair, but nothing in this world is,” he said.
“Now, let’s get back to that sexperience.
I brought the girls here to the gallery after the rain.
We ate and drank like pigs because we were loaded with money.
It was fantastic: you know what it’s like to have fun with girls, like this, like that, and beyond, he said making a few gestures.
Do you?
No, seriously?!
How come?
Haha!
So, I suppose you’re a virgin.
So … when the chicks woke up the next morning, they saw me working out.
What?
You’re curious about V’s whereabouts.
You know him — he’s a nice boy, but his fiancée expects him to return home every night, so he’s not a serious Casanova.
To summarize, I was obligated to solve both cases that night — and it wasn’t the first time.
I loved them both with poop and bones.
Well, wait… maybe I forgot, maybe V had a number or two, but not more.
What a shame!
Big shame!
And with that, the painter signed his watercolor and handed it to me, saying, “What do you think of my art, Eva?
Have I captured the essence of flowers?
I’m not saying it’s easy to paint people; it’s even more difficult than loving them or drawing houses because nature is the sense of this world.
So, how do you like my roses?
What about the apples you ate yesterday?
Sorry if I interrupted your plans.
I know, I know, I’m rambling and hungry.
So, bye for now.
I’m off to Argentin for a beer.
Can I get you a quince?
Perhaps you’re hungry.
Take it.
Um, wait, don’t eat it too quickly; give it to me.
I’ll wash her first, then cuddle her, then we’ll both wash, then…
We’ll eat each other…
And then… I’ll paint it.”
Julia Kalman 