📖 Prompt:

Write a serial fictional storythat follows a wealthy young woman who defies her parents to marry a humble, Christian farmer from a lower-class background. Her family—concerned with status and appearances—insist she marry a man from their social circle. That suitor, though wealthy, is trapped in a destructive life of drugs and alcohol.

Pressured to comply, the girl runs away—only to return home and discover the death of a beloved, faith-filled family member. Devastated, she questions God. But through trials and unexpected grace, she begins to seek Him anew.

Her journey deepens when she travels somewhere sacred with her unapproved boyfriend—her parents secretly follow, only to be confronted by a life-changing experience that leads them to Christ. In the end, redemption touches every heart, and the girl marries the man she truly loves.

💡 Requirements:

Must be serial format(multiple chapters or entries)

Should emphasize faith, emotional growth, and character transformation

Open to all genres—romance, drama, faith-based fiction, or literary storytelling

Word count flexible per chapter (suggested 500–1500)

🖊️ Judging Criteria:

Emotional resonance and narrative depth

Integration of spiritual themes

Creative use of setting and dialogue

Character development across chapters

✨ Welcome to a royal-themed writing contest full of drama, mystery, and lost identity!

Write a short fictional story about a young prince who was abandoned or banished from his kingdom at a young age.

He grows up far from the palace, raised by his uncle—a commoner, a farmer, a drunk, or maybe a wise old man. He lives a normal life, unaware of his royal blood, until something happens that reveals his true identity…

Will he return to reclaim his throne? Will he seek revenge? Or will he walk away from it all?

🖋️ Story Guidelines:

Genre: Fiction (fantasy, historical, or modern)

Word Count: 3,000 – 5,500 words

Language: English only

Point of View: First-person or third-person

Must be original work (no plagiarism, no AI-written stories)

🗳️ Winner Selection Method:

🏆 The winner(s) will be determined by the number of Likes received!

The top 3 stories with the highest like counts by the deadline will be the winners. So share your entry, invite readers, and let your story shine!

📅 Deadline:

August 8, 2025

🎁 Prizes:

🏅 Top 3 stories with the highest number of Likes will receive:

Recognition as contest winners (Top 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place)

Pinned comment of congratulations on their story

Shoutout in the comment section and contest description after the deadline

And most importantly… bragging rights! 🎉

As a new Penana host, I may not have big rewards yet—but your talent deserves to be seen. Let’s grow together as writers!

🔎 Judging Criteria:

(Even though likes decide winners, keep this in mind for quality writing)

Creativity & plot structure

Character development

Emotional impact

Descriptive power

🚫 Rules:

No profanity or explicit content

Stay within the theme and word count

No copied content — originality only

🧠 Prompts to Inspire You:

What if the prince’s uncle was once a royal guard?

What if a villager recognizes the prince’s face from an old painting?

What if the prince must choos

e between revenge and forgiveness?

After his death, L is reincarnated in a parallel world. A world where he is not the greatest detective on the planet. A world where he is Kira and has already begun killing.

Are you tired of the trope 'Damsel in distress'? Well.. here's a chance to write a story where the role have been reversed. So! Go forth and  Writeeeeee!!!!   BE creative.

The story can be as long as you want! Have fun with it!! See where imagination takes you!!

Tee-hee!

Capter 1: The Quiet Café

I met her on a cloudy Wednesday. She sat at the corner table of the small café I visited every morning, wrapped in a grey scarf and lost in thought, staring at the steam curling from her untouched coffee. Her name was Amahle.

She looked like someone who had just walked through a storm—not drenched, but damp from all the weight she had carried. You could see it in the way she avoided eye contact, the way she held her mug as if it grounded her.

I didn’t mean to intrude, but something in me nudged forward.

"Bad weather for hot coffee," I said, gesturing at the window where the sky threatened rain.

She looked up, half-smiling. “Bad weather is perfect for coffee.”

Chapter 2: Pieces and Puzzles

Over the next few weeks, we became familiar strangers. She came every Wednesday. I started coming every Wednesday. Then every Tuesday. Then every day. Sometimes we sat at different tables, pretending not to notice one another. But we always did.

Eventually, she started sharing bits of her story—like puzzle pieces she didn’t want anyone to see too clearly. She had just left a long-term relationship. The kind that makes you forget who you were before it. The kind that breaks things deep inside.

“I’m still picking up the pieces,” she confessed once. “I don’t know how to be with anyone right now.”

“I’m not asking you to be with me,” I said. “Just sit with me. That’s enough.”

Chapter 3: The Soft Becoming

Love didn’t arrive loudly. It came in soft moments. In how she began to laugh at my terrible jokes. In how she started remembering my coffee order. In the way she relaxed, little by little, like a clenched fist finally letting go.

We walked in the park one afternoon, leaves crunching underfoot. She reached for my hand without thinking. When she noticed, she tried to pull away.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “You don’t owe me anything.”

“I know,” she said, holding tighter.

She was still healing. There were days she would retreat, disappear into silence. Days she doubted herself, and us. But I didn’t ask her to be okay. I just stayed.

Chapter 4: The Bloom

Spring came slowly, like her smile. One day, she showed up with her hair down, no scarf, eyes brighter.

“I told my therapist about you,” she said over coffee.

“Oh? And what did I do?” I teased.

“She asked if I was in love. I said... maybe.”

I didn’t rush her. I didn’t need the label. I already knew. Love wasn’t the grand declaration. It was the quiet truth between us, spoken without words.

Chapter 5: The Healing Together

We never became perfect. Healing isn’t about perfection. It’s about learning to breathe again. Together, we learned. We built something not from the ruins, but from the strength she found in surviving.

She once told me, “You met me at my most broken.”

And I said, “No. I met you at your most real.”

[A young man is desperately fighting to save his damaged cybernetic girlfriend from dying. "Damn it! The circuits down here, t-they are all fried... It's going to take hours to fix this!" He fears the worst as he looks up at her sorrow filled face and she speaks gently to him. Her voice a soft whisper, "J-Jason, it's okay. You have to let me go now. We had great times together. But sadly, I-I will not recover from this. All my systems will simultaneously shut down in approximately one minute from now." Jason's eyes swell up with tears. She is on an operating table in his lab. He does whatever he can. But she knows his efforts are in vain. She’s prepared to die. However, Jason can’t let her go. Not now. He needs her more than ever. His hands shake because he doesn’t want to accept the truth. He’d rather work for hours on end to try and save the girl he loves. Her circuitry is badly damaged and her time is limited. Jason tried to remain composed, despite the overwhelming sense of desperation coursing through him. He tries to stabilize her delicate circuitry. Her body is just too damaged. The flickering lights from the machinery surrounding them cast eerie shadows on her face, accentuating her pale features. She lays there quietly, her synthetic eyes fixed on him. "I-I'll fix this," he muttered through gritted teeth. "I can repair the damage, I know I can." They locked eyes one final time. “I love you, Jason…”]

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