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I’m really excited to participate in this week’s contest based on the “Two Strangers” prompt. I’ve subscribed and made a Submittable account, but I can’t find the submission link either on Submittable or in your bio.
Could you please send the direct link to this week’s submission page? I’d love to submit my entry and participate for the prize.
I just joined today and thought I'd try but I've ran out of time to post it. Couldn't figure out how to submit it on time. But oh well, I'll just post it here and see if I get any feedback.
"A truth between strangers".
The bus stop was empty but for one solitary figure. At first she seemed to be in her early twenties, but as Cathy drew closer she realised that she was in fact a very tall child crowned with self made diamonte headphones and donning what was evidently once a very colorful t-shirt. Wiping her sleeve across the moisture obscuring both her eyes, Cathy took a deep breath and perched herself at the nearest end of the bus stop, making a point to smile kindly at the girl without giving herself away too much. She need not have bothered. Cathy might as well have been an insect in the periphery. The rain was quickly escalating to a downpour. Cathy crossed her arms and feet, tucking herself in with a hug and thought of John again. She felt like a spider trapped at the bottom of a bathtub. The girl was who had been statue still, suddenly twitched and at the corner of her eye, Cathy noticed that she was wiggling her toes. An odd thing given how unnaturally still she was otherwise. Upon raising her wrist to consider when the bus would arrive, Cathy noticed that the strange girl glanced nervously her way, so fleeting that it was almost imperceptible. Much less inconspicuous, was the hurry she made to distance herself furthermore. She stood up with surprising speed, then without hesitation walked out of the bus shelter to stand in the torrent of rain. For the brreifest moment Cathy was hurt. John was right. It was an all too sharp reminder of how no-one could tolerate her company. But upon closer inspection she seen that the girl was crying too. Slowly, she fished her handbag and found her umbrella. She was just about to offer it to the poor girl when it occured to her that she would likely only upset her further. The bus was only two minutes away but the girl was already drenched and she was only wearing that unkempt t-shirt. Cathy hesitated then without understanding why, left her handbag and umbrella on the floor and stepped out in to the rain. Standing as far away from the girl as possible without leaving her sight. Cathy could see that she was shivering and her toes were visibly squirming underneath her puddle sodden shoes. She was scared and uncomfortable and alone. It took no time at all for Cathy to get just as drenched as the girl was. Neither of them spoke or shared more than a cursory glance. It was only for a moment but it seemed last for a long time. Then the bus arrived. "Are you getting on dear?" Cathy asked, still keeping her distance. Without looking her in eyes, She slowly shook her head. Cathy stepped on to the bus, flashed her bus pass to the disgruntled driver and turned before the doors closed whispering "remember the umbrella". The girl raised her eyes and fixed Cathy with a stare from striking green eyes. She did not get on. "Thankyou" she whispered. Then the bus doors swung shut between them. And Cathy was alone again."
Thank you for all the time and effort you put into this, and the replies you have given to the queries below. It's an enormous commitment to offer this to writers, and I appreciate it and hope you go from strength to strength.
Exciting! Submitted. Fingers crossed 🤞
When would the results be out?
The winning entries of this contest will be published on June 13!
By mistake,there are more words in my story
I have submitted it
What should I do now 😕😕😕😥
You can withdraw the entry, adjust it, and resubmit, if you'd like! Otherwise, there's a new contest beginning on Sunday. Thanks for sharing your words with us!
How to withdraw?
There is not any kind of option I have seen there.
Hope this helps! https://submittable.help/en/articles/904887-how-can-i-withdraw-my-submission
Submitted! 💀
Hi Weekly Hour Team,
I’m really excited to participate in this week’s contest based on the “Two Strangers” prompt. I’ve subscribed and made a Submittable account, but I can’t find the submission link either on Submittable or in your bio.
Could you please send the direct link to this week’s submission page? I’d love to submit my entry and participate for the prize.
Thanks so much!
Once you're logged in, try here! https://writershour.submittable.com/submit/328478/weekly-writers-hour-contest-may-25-a-truth-between-strangers
I just joined today and thought I'd try but I've ran out of time to post it. Couldn't figure out how to submit it on time. But oh well, I'll just post it here and see if I get any feedback.
"A truth between strangers".
The bus stop was empty but for one solitary figure. At first she seemed to be in her early twenties, but as Cathy drew closer she realised that she was in fact a very tall child crowned with self made diamonte headphones and donning what was evidently once a very colorful t-shirt. Wiping her sleeve across the moisture obscuring both her eyes, Cathy took a deep breath and perched herself at the nearest end of the bus stop, making a point to smile kindly at the girl without giving herself away too much. She need not have bothered. Cathy might as well have been an insect in the periphery. The rain was quickly escalating to a downpour. Cathy crossed her arms and feet, tucking herself in with a hug and thought of John again. She felt like a spider trapped at the bottom of a bathtub. The girl was who had been statue still, suddenly twitched and at the corner of her eye, Cathy noticed that she was wiggling her toes. An odd thing given how unnaturally still she was otherwise. Upon raising her wrist to consider when the bus would arrive, Cathy noticed that the strange girl glanced nervously her way, so fleeting that it was almost imperceptible. Much less inconspicuous, was the hurry she made to distance herself furthermore. She stood up with surprising speed, then without hesitation walked out of the bus shelter to stand in the torrent of rain. For the brreifest moment Cathy was hurt. John was right. It was an all too sharp reminder of how no-one could tolerate her company. But upon closer inspection she seen that the girl was crying too. Slowly, she fished her handbag and found her umbrella. She was just about to offer it to the poor girl when it occured to her that she would likely only upset her further. The bus was only two minutes away but the girl was already drenched and she was only wearing that unkempt t-shirt. Cathy hesitated then without understanding why, left her handbag and umbrella on the floor and stepped out in to the rain. Standing as far away from the girl as possible without leaving her sight. Cathy could see that she was shivering and her toes were visibly squirming underneath her puddle sodden shoes. She was scared and uncomfortable and alone. It took no time at all for Cathy to get just as drenched as the girl was. Neither of them spoke or shared more than a cursory glance. It was only for a moment but it seemed last for a long time. Then the bus arrived. "Are you getting on dear?" Cathy asked, still keeping her distance. Without looking her in eyes, She slowly shook her head. Cathy stepped on to the bus, flashed her bus pass to the disgruntled driver and turned before the doors closed whispering "remember the umbrella". The girl raised her eyes and fixed Cathy with a stare from striking green eyes. She did not get on. "Thankyou" she whispered. Then the bus doors swung shut between them. And Cathy was alone again."
The end