Just wanted to rant really. This was my first time entering a short story competition. I received a letter inviting me to the prize giving ceremony, which was in some out of the way theatre. Be honest, if you got a letter like that, wouldn't you think you might at least be in the running to win a prize? So tonight, I spend £20 taking a taxi, both ways, to this theatre and find out it's not even a proper theatre with a stage and seats--it's a business room with a drink's bar. I walked into a room of about fifty people, mostly members of the writing group which judged. I sit there for two and a half hours, listening to three under 18's reading their stories, and later three adults reading their stories and at the end we found out who got first, second and third place in each age catagory. I didn't win a thing. They could have easily had a nice evening, the six winners and their families, the fifteen or so members of the writer's group. There were about twenty people in the same position as myself. (entered, invited, receive zip) I'm a 29 year old mother of four, I'm a big girl and I don't cry easily, but...is it just me or do you think it was cruel of them to raise my hopes like that?