A sweat trailed down my neck soaking my beautiful dress as I sat uncomfortably on the fancy red chair. I was so nervous that I felt like biting my nails to comfort myself.

My gaze swept across the cozy hall, looking at other contestants smiling, though it was evident some smiles were fake but I was the only one sweating!

I tried composing myself but once again, another time sweat dropped.

I looked at the judges going through everyone's works and nodding slightly while whispering things to themselves.

The dim lit hall was cold tranquil and clouded with so much tension. The writer beside me had her fingers crossed praying to God that her poem would win the prize and award, though she had a...