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Lesley's Nifty Nib-Nibbling Nonsensical Narrative Writing Challenge

Quick links on this page:

rules & how to submit - about the nonsense writing challenge - read the nonsensical stories

Lesley Truchet & Christopher Fielden

Lesley Truchet & Chris Fielden going all Mad Max on a classic Kawasaki

Chris's head has NOT been badly Photoshopped onto Lesley's husband's body; his head always sits at that alien angle

Welcome to Lesley's Nifty Nib-Nibbling Nonsensical Narrative Challenge. It's fun. It's simple. Anyone can submit. All entries are published. Discover how delightful writing nonsense can be.

Rules & How To Submit

This is a flash fiction writing challenge, inviting you to pen a nonsense engorged tale, filled with absurdity, yet making sense.

The rules are simple:

  • 200 words max
  • please include a title for your story (not included in word count)
  • be silly but make sense
  • entry is everyone's favourite fee - FREE
  • anyone can submit
  • 1 entry per person
  • no profanity please
  • your nib-nibbling nonsense tales will be published on this page
  • every time we receive 100 stories, we'll publish all of them in a book
  • any money made through anthology sales will be donated to charity
  • by submitting, you accept the terms and conditions
  • when anthologies are published, you will be involved in the book launch process
  • submit your story by filling in the comments form below
  • include a short biography (40 words max) for use in the published book - if you don't supply a bio, we will be unable to publish your story
  • include 1 link (optional) to your website, LinkedIn, Facebook, Twitter etc.

So far, we've received 217 entries. We need 83 more to publish the 3rd anthology.

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About the Nonsense Writing Challenge

Many new writers fail to understand the importance of a complete story arc, leaving a reader satisfied at the conclusion of a story. This challenge highlights the importance of a coherent plot and strong characters that allow the reader to suspend their disbelief and become absorbed in a well-told tale.

We want submitted stories to be silly and nonsensical, but not pure gobbledegook.  So please aim for strong plot, exciting characters and a satisfying ending.

If you need inspiration, below are a few links to websites which generates nonsense:

WARNING: if you click on the links above, you're likely to spend an inordinate amount of time faffing about with the nonsense generators and giggling. I lost an entire day.

The first anthology – Nonsensically Challenged Volume 1 – was released in June 2017. It contains the first 100 stories submitted to the challenge.

Nonsensically Challenged Volume 2 is currently in production. It contains the second 100 stories submitted to the challenge.

We are now accepting submissions for Volume 3 .

Lesley and I would like to thank everyone who has submitted stories for their support – it is very much appreciated :-)

About the Charity the Nonsense Challenge Supports

Proceeds generated by anthology sales will be donated to The Daisy Garland.

The Daisy Garland Charity Logo

Set up in 2014 by Sara and David Garland after the tragic death of their 6 year old daughter Daisy from SUDEP (sudden death in epilepsy patients), The Daisy Garland works exclusively for children with drug-resistant epilepsy. The charity funds specialist dietitians who work within national health hospitals countrywide treating some of the 18,000 sufferers in the UK.

You can find The Daisy Garland on Facebook and Twitter.

The Daisy Garland Charity images

Some words from Lesley about why she chose to support this charity:

Daisy Garland died at the age of 6 due to severe epilepsy. I am a friend of Daisy's aunt. I chose to support The Daisy Garland charity because I know that my friend and her sister (Daisy's mother) and other members of Daisy's family are fully committed to managing the charity. They all work extremely hard to give support and advice, to the extent of significantly improving and prolonging the lives of children suffering with epilepsy.

How The Nonsense Writing Challenge Came To Be

I know it's hard to believe having looked at the photo at the top of the page, but Lesley and I haven't met. Yet.

UPDATE SEPT 2017: Lesley and I have now met. I went and stayed with her and her husband Hervé in France while undertaking the reading for the 2017 To Hull And Back short story competition. Here's the proof:

Lesley Truchet and Chris Fielden

Lesley Truchet and Chris Fielden, pictured in France

However, we have liaised a lot via email. And Lesley has been highly supportive of me and my website. She's entered the To Hull & Back short story competition (and been longlisted). She's submitted to the adverb writing challenge (and been published). She's commented on and shared my posts regularly. She's a LEGEND.

Lesley Truchet & Chris Fielden Nonsense Writing Challenge

Lesley & Chris being all Carry On Camping, oo er missus, fnar fnar, how rude matron

Again, Photoshop definitely has NOT been anywhere near this photo

When Lesley contacted me about starting a nonsense writing challenge, I thought it was a fabulous idea. So, after a bit of discussion, and way too much time spent faffing about with nonsense generators, it was born.

Each time a story is received, it will be published on this page. When we receive 100 stories, they will be removed from the website and published in an anthology. The book will be made available in print, Kindle eBook and PDF formats.

All the proceeds will go to charity.

If we don't receive 100 entries, it's a bit of fun, you can read all the stories here on the site and you now know about The Daisy Garland charity.

Everyone's a winner.

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Nonsensical Stories

Below are all the stories that have been submitted to date, oozing silliness, yet still making sense. You may now worship the wonder of the wizened writers who have whipped together these delightfully whimsical collections of witticisms.

The stories are published in the order they were received.

Nonsensically Challenged Volume 1

We received our 100th story on 3rd March 2017. The first 100 stories submitted to the nonsense challenge were removed from the site on 1st April 2017. April Fool's Day seemed highly appropriate...

Nonsensically Challenged Volume 1 was released on 3rd June 2017. You can learn how to buy the book here.

Nonsensically Challenged Volume 1 Flash Fiction Anthology

The book contains stories written by 100 authors. You can keep up to date with how many books we've sold and how much money has been raised for charity on the main writing challenges page.

Nonsensically Challenged Volume 2

We received our 200th story on 3rd February 2018. The second 100 stories submitted to the nonsense challenge were removed from the website on 4th March 2018.

Nonsensically Challenged Volume 2 was released on 28th April 2018. You can learn how to buy the book here. The book contains stories written by 100 authors.

Nonsensically Challenged Volume 2

An opening note from Chris Fielden

What a divine plethora of nonsense we have received, my fine writing banshees. It's been most humbling to collect, read, edit and publish the first 100 nonsensical delights bestowed upon our eyeballs. For the first time, a writer has managed to get not just 1, but 20 of those most foul of punctuation marks into a book I will publish... the exclamation mark. See story 027 and witness Helen's deviousness. We look forward to receiving the next 100 baloney fuelled tales, crammed with drivel, folly and gibberish.

And from Lesley Truchet

I would like sincerely thank each and every writer who has contributed to the challenge. There are some amazing stories and the 100 barrier has been broken. Onward to 200.

I consider it an honour and a privilege to be connected with this challenge, and with Chris Fielden. An association which has enhanced my writing street cred.

I was amazed at the diversity of imaginative stories. Two punchlines which particularly tickled my fancy were stories 44, contributed by S T Ranscht, and 22, by Annemarie Allan.

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Nonsensically Challenged Volume 3

Below, you can read the stories submitted to the third Nonsense anthology.

An opening note from Chris Fielden

200 down, 300 to come, letting nonsensical wordage, bask in the sun. May the writers continue, to clown with words, prepositions and cliches, and lots of adverbs.

A poet I am not. But a lover of nonsense I am. Thanks to everyone that has submitted so far - you are all awesome beyond measure. Volume 3, here we come.

And from Lesley Truchet

When this challenge began I jumped onto a merry-go-round. It’s only a few months since we produced the first book, and here we are planning to produce the second and with stories on the site already toward the third book. In front of this literary carousel names continually flash by, many of which I now recognise. They are the names of the supportive writers of this, and Chris’s other challenges. I also catch glimpses of unfamiliar names. As these writer’s stories begin to appear in the different challenges and spin around with the others, their names too become recognisable. It’s driving me delightfully dizzy. Onward to Volume 3 – and probable vertigo.

Story 201

Hell’s Cobblers - Stick On Souls

by Lesley Anne Truchet

"Why am I here? I was a priest for God's sake."

"Mistakes happen, Father."

"I want to go up there. It's your mistake. Do something, you flaming horn head."

"To go up you must replace your lost soul. Try Hell's Cobblers, over there."

"Hi, Cobbler. I need a replacement soul."

"No problem, Father. I can stick one on you. However, in payment you have to nominate someone you know to die."

"Why?"

"It's good for business. No one wants to be here."

"OK. Hal E. Luya. He's a Horrible Bishop."

"A Bishop. Great. Come back in one hour."

An hour later I found myself rising heavenward, my soul floating behind me like gossamer wings.

"May I come in?"  There were too many pearls on the gates for my taste.

"No, Father. You’ve caused Bishop Hal E. Luya to die."

"It's the only crime I've ever committed."

"One is enough."

"But I don't want to go back down there."

"You can't. If you choose to leave Hell, they don't let you back in. You're stuck with the multitude in Dead Man's No-Man's-Land."

"Hey. That's my soul."

"Not any more. I sell them all back to Hell's Cobblers."

Story 202

The Reason I Failed My German Oral Exam And Subsequently Excluded Oktoberfest From My Bucket List

by Mike Scott Thomson

(What follows is a word-for-word translation.)

*Tape starts to record*

Frau Krause: Good morning. How are you?

Me: Beautiful days. It's all dead trousers to me. To you guys too?

*Pause*

Frau Krause: OK. Now. When the weather is cold, what do you wear on your hands?

Me: When my cousin is frigid, I wear hand-shoes.

*Pause*

Frau Krause: Right. And what do you wear when you go swimming?

*Pause*

Me: When I sponge myself off, I wear leather breeches, checked shirt, knee-length socks, and a feathered hat.

*Pause*

Frau Krause: You wear Bundhosen at the swimming baths?

Me: Yes.

Frau Krause: Are you sure?

*Pause*

Me: Nine.

Frau Krause: Try again.

*Pause*

Me: Speedos.

Frau Krause: Full sentences, please.

Me: When I slather myself in cotton wool, I wear Speedos.

*Pause*

Frau Krause: All right. And to your wedding?

*Pause*

Me: On a tightrope, I wear leather breeches, checked shirt, knee-length socks, and a feathered hat.

*Pause*

Frau Krause: You seem unwell. May I bring you a drink?

*Pause*

Me: Eisgekühlter Bommerlunder.

Frau Krause (sighing): You and me both...

*Tape clicks off*

Story 203

Can A Flea Fly

by Simon Russell

"How high could a flea fly?" said the camel with only one hump.

"A flea can't fly," retorted the fly, "he can only jump."

"Well, fly, ask the flea how high he can jump."

Flea to fly, "I can jump as high as the camel's bump."

"Bump? I don't have a bump, I have only one hump. Some camels have two, so maybe they have a hump and a bump, but not I."

"Well, cus I don't fly I'm gonna jump. I will land on your hump and bite you there." The flea jumped, the fly flew and both arrived at the hump all covered with hair.

The flea bit the hump and the camel ran. It ran so fast the wind was a blast and blew the flea away.

"Help," said the flea to the fly, "I can't fly. If I land from this height, I will die."

The fly grabbed the flea and that proved that a flea could fly.

Story 204

Second Opinion

by David Silver

"Doctor, doctor, I'm turning into Dolly Parton."

The conjoined twin physicians stared sceptically at me from behind their double desk. "How long have you felt this way, Mr O'Shaughnessy?" they chorused, surreptitiously glancing at each other's faces.

"Since two Full Moons ago," I responded. "In one spontaneous action, my wispy, receding dark hair was transformed into a high blonde bouffant, and my car mechanic overalls changed into a low-cut red gingham frock."

"But you look perfectly normal now, sir," the medical practitioners pointed out. "And remember, your anxiety will worsen if you're Googling your symptoms."

"But doctor, doctor, I'm telling you both the truth. Last Full Moon I not only had on my Dolly attire but I also found myself stalking the streets, crooning 'Help Me Make It Through The Night' to startled strangers."

The combined twin consultants simultaneously examined me from head to toe before washing their hands in the double sink.

"We cannot find anything amiss," they reported in unison, rising from their extra-wide chair to usher me out. "But if anything happens next Full Moon, you must report to us the next day. Who knows, we might be in the presence of a medical marvel."

Story 205

Superstitions

by Michael Rumsey

The Stissions are a super family, if not entirely rational.

Ada, as a young girl, spotted a chimney sweep. It brought her no luck, she married him. 

Tossing some salt grains over her shoulder, Aunt Sarah forgot they were still in the cellar smashing the kitchen mirror. For the next seven years, she knew nothing but good fortune until she tripped over a black cat crossing her path.

Walter Stissions carried a rabbit's foot for years, experiencing nothing exceptional, until three days after he lost it when he won the lottery.

Uncle Frank nailed a horseshoe above his kitchen door and enjoyed a trouble free life until the day it fell onto his head.

Cousin Bert often knocked on wood. He had to, he was a carpenter.

And young Reggie became a Vet. He was forced to look a gift horse in the mouth when examining the teeth of an over-frisky mare presented to the local stables. He got a kick out of it, apparently.

It shows superstitions are nonsense, of course. So, fingers crossed, hoping it will be printed, I will send this in at the end of the week, but not on Friday. It's the 13th.

Story 206

Bird Brains

by Allen Ashley

"The Court of Saint Ibis is now in session and I put it to you, Ms Crow, heron after referred to as the deaf hen duck, that you did wingfully and with mallard aforethought cease swanning about and instead did skua the coot falcons ravenously and tern them into the ill-eagle four and twenty blackbird pie. You have been a very naughty gull. What say you in your defence?"

"Caw."

"Furthermore, I put tit to you that it was your intention to have a gander in a rather un-pheasant manner and then cormorant here with a moa and a grouse. Honestly, give 'em a finch and they take a quail. This goose against the natural order and you behaved like a complete bustard. What say you now?"

"Caw-caw."

"Further-moorhen, you had caused a bittern row with your plover and were feeling quite avocet. You are a parakeets and no mistake."

"Caw."

"In that case, owl that remains is for the judge, the right ostrichable Captain Peacock, to rule in this matter. Your honour?"

"Oh no, not a gannet, counsel for the partridge-cution, with your shearwater nonsense. Pah. Pigeon-toed puddleduckery. Without any egret, I find the accused not guillemot. Corvine dismissed."

Story 207

Yellow

by Harshita Singh

"You look yellow mellow," Schniep mumbled, turning in agony.

"You must rest. There ain't any potatoes, but I see a dead rat." Fred grinned and cooked the rat in onions and served it in a yellow chipped bowl.

The floor shuddered, the thunderous bolt shook the windows, the  effervescent lights like firecrackers swept the floor like a yellow meteorite.

"I miss the coffee," Schneip cried. Fred forced Schneip to drink the broth.

Another thunderous bolt. Fred closed his eyes. Schniep drifted into oblivion.

Rebelion shouted on the streets, neighbours yelled for help, gunfire, help, gunfire, run, babies cried.

"Germans are here," someone pounded on the door.

Story 208

Pirates Of The PC World

by John Notley

"Ahoy there, me hearties," shouted Gingerbeard the pirate, his black beard dyed to confuse the enemy. He adjusted the eye patch which was mistakenly over his good eye and patted the dead parrot affixed to his shoulder by safety pins as he shook his fist at the men.

'The Jolly Seafarer' (Roger-gender sensitive) fluttered at the masthead, a requirement introduced by Anne Bonny the lady pirate. Even The Inquisition had been obliged to rename 'The Iron Maiden' as 'The Iron Cabinet With Spikes', which didn't have the same ring to it.

"Today we shall have the pleasure of taking one of King Phillip's person-o'-wars (man-o'-wars not permitted) and help ourselves, to a vast booty of rum and fine silks. I'll Teach those Spaniards a lesson." Captain Edward Teach laughed at his clever pun.

One of the crew raised a hand. "What about the gold, sir?"

"Do you think I'm stupid? The gold market is at rock bottom and it's not worth it's weight. Anyone who disobeys my orders will get a taste of 'The Captain's Daughter' and you know what that means."

"Sorry to contradict you, sir," the know-all said. "Surely you mean the 'Captain's Offspring'?"

Story 209

The Wasp And The Bee

by Jack Lewis-Edney

Love approaches at high velocity.

The wasp had no need for love. He had an extensive collection of tap dancing shoes that lit up his life more than a donkey lights up a disco.

The wasp took everything for granted, from his condo in Marbella to his life-sized statue of the world's smallest dog.

Looking at the bee sitting across the tennis court, her eyelashes fluttering in the still wind, the wasp felt tingly, like a coat washed more times than its owner.

The bee sat on the tennis ball calmly, even as the machine shot it at a hypersonic speed towards the bat being waved viciously on the other side.

Love approaches at high velocity.

Story 210

Ludicrous

by David Guilfoyle

Two tablespoons of lemon curd on a broken table tennis bat should be enough to fix the stereo in my space shuttle.

The co-pilot is playing badminton with a giant shrew with contact lenses. It's only fair, shrews are shortsighted. The contact lenses were fitted by a famous fisherman from Penzance who has three beards but isn`t a pirate.

The co-pilot doesn't have any strings in his badminton racket. He wants my table tennis bat. But that means no tunes on my shuttle. And he is allergic to lemons. I could suggest they do something else, like play kerplunk. But shrews hate kerplunk, and get very cross when you distract them. They like lemons though.

Maybe I could give the lemon curdy ping pong bat to the shrew, and the co-pilot could have the shrew's racket. And I'll get the fisherman to fix the stereo. I mean, if you can fit contacts lenses on a shrew, then tuning in a digital radio that can play all the songs of the hit parade anywhere in the known universe should be easy enough.

I like the jam, me, not lemon curd. The co-pilot is an antelope.

Story 211

Honour's Harvest

by David Batteiger

"Colonel Arrot, incoming call from HQ."

"Thank you, Sargeant," the colonel replied, taking the handset.

"Farmer Five-Six, you have enemy bandits inbound."

"Roger, Flower Garden, tally on the bandits?"

The reply hesitated. "It's an entire battalion, sir, only one click out. Recommend immediate evac."

"Negative, Flower Garden, we'll never make it in time." He dropped the handset and raced to the top of the ridge. Peering through a pair of military issue binoculars, he saw them. Wave after wave of pointy ears, bobbing up and down on the artillery pitted battlefield, causing panic to wash over him. 

He collected himself. He had a duty to perform. "Lieutenant McGregor, get the platoon out of here. Immediate retreat to rally point Zebra," the colonel ordered, with nothing but authority in his voice.

"But Charlie, what about you?" the lieutenant replied to his friend.

"I'm staying to slow them down. Now get the troops to safety," Colonel Arrot exclaimed.

As his troops withdrew, the colonel ran to the top of the hill and pulled the pin on his X37 tactical turnip. If he was going to hell, he was going to take as many of these bunnies with him as possible.

Story 212

The Nonsense Ring

by Sandra Orellana

"I love you," he said. "Wrap this thread around your ring finger, it's your wedding ring. One day I will give you a fine thread."

A thread, I thought to myself. I won't dare marry for a thread.

"This is better than a diamond ring," he said.

"But this thread will remind me, I'll be tied up with your foolishness," I said.

"Yes , you will, so accept my proposal," he said.

"How long will this thread be wrapped around my ring finger?" I asked.

"Forever. It's a symbol of love," he said.

"This is nonsense," I said. "It's a silly game of love."

"It's time to remind you who I am."

" I am your model, you're a tailor."

" I know. Tomorrow we will continue. The thread will unite us."

" I will step out of your shop and hope this ring of nonsense can be forgotten," I said.

" Maybe it will, maybe not," he said.

Story 213

Ordering The Law

by Jessica Holmes

"I'm attempting to order the law," I said, with a raven's roar to drive my point home.

"Well that's a mountainous task," my esteemed mother said, burying herself in the beanbag.

"The real question is if a shooting star who has stolen someone's legs comes before or after the sky scaring away a linguist," my heavily whiskered father whispered, peering at me through the lightbulb.

"Well before, I guess, but it depends if the linguist carries a pink or orange umbrella and I can't forget to account for the length of the shooting star's legs," I cried, clawing at the wallpaper in frustration.

"Darling pie, I don't think you've considered all the options," my mother sighed through the beanbag.

"You're right," I said. "Let me law the order instead."

Story 214

Little Larry Longbottom

by Johanna McDonald

Buttery bonbons baked black in a big bucket of boiling bat blood.

A tasty tipple of tansy tea with toasted tangy turnip.

Parboiled pickled peppers and pan-fried pumpkin with pear and parsley pottage.

The doctor scanned the food diary searching for some hint as to why Little Larry Longbottom was so large. She looked at him over the top of her glasses.

"Buttery bonbons?" she said. "Could you have braised broccoli instead?"

Larry shrugged his shoulders.

"And apart from the big bucket of boiling bat blood, there seems to be very little protein in your diet. Perhaps include a morsel of monkey mince or marinade mouse meat in a mashed mussel mariniere."

Little Larry Longbottom rose from his chair and stood towering over the doctor, his vast frame casting a dark shadow over her.

"I forgot to tell you," he said, "that my main source of protein comes from my favourite dish; diced deep-fried doctor dusted with dark Demerara and drizzled with donkey drool and a dash of dill." He licked his lips and the doctor was no more.

Story 215

I Love Fairies And Dragons

by Claire Apps

One night when the sun rose, Jess went to bed and got dressed. She wanted to go on an adventure to find dull, boring things like fairies and dragons in the swamp. She unpacked her rucksack and left her sandwiches of pickled eggs and potatoes in the oven. She knew the short journey would take a couple of hours and she would be hungry.

The cold sun hid the pathway, so it was easy for Jess to see where she was going. The ugly black and grey flowers bowed their heads in shame. A young puppy slowly shuffled up to her, meowing gently as he tried to bite her ankles. Jess just laughed and carried on skipping along.

At last she arrived at the sunny, sweet smelling swamp, where bats flew gracefully in the air. An owl hooted loudly on a nearby telegraph pole. Jess didn't bother undressing and hurried into the hot water splashing, shouting out for the fairies and dragons to come out and play with her. Alas, no fairies, nor dragons, came out to play. They were too scared. A beautiful fairy godmother was out to catch naughty little girls who should be in bed.

Story 216

Cotton Soft

by Tiarnán Murphy

"Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear," muttered the wizard as he paced across his study.

"What's wrong?" asked his apprentice. He had never seen his master so worried.

"The sheep have gotten loose, and they're terrorising the king's dragons."

The apprentice turned pale. How could there be sheep loose around the castle? Didn't people know how dangerous they were?

"Will the knights be sent to round them up?"

"Oh, no, no, no. Don't you remember what happened when they tried defending that woodland town from the invasion of bunnies? The king can't have that kind of a massacre happening again. No, I expect he'll probably ask us to do it."

The apprentice knew better than to argue. Nodding his head, his face ashen, he gathered the necessary equipment.

The wizard was right. The king's summons came and within moments they were sneaking through the castle gates, heads darting back and forth in search of approaching sheep. The pair made their way as far as the trees surrounding the castle without seeing anything out of the ordinary.

The apprentice turned to grin at his master. Instead of his masters face, he was greeted by the sight of blood-flecked, cotton-soft wool.

Story 217

The Tower Of Power

by Christopher Fielden

And lo, the humans voted to represent the other humans did fail to speak truths and agree on a long list of Many Things. These things included who made the poison, who administered the poison and who blew up other humans with the poison.

Thus, tired of waiting for the humans to discover decency, Nature redressed the balance. Rather than losing a plethora of fanfaronades, she decided to remain calm and unleash a simple apocalypse.

One Monday the Celebes Sea boiled. From the bubbling waters, a colossal granite tower rose. Its purpose? To emit The Truth.

Unable to lie, the humans faced new and terrible challenges. All humans fibbed on occasion, for a multitude of reasons. Lo, chaos ensued.

The ashes of destruction claimed the lives of all but the most intelligent and sentient of beings that had ever inhabited Earth. The Holocene epoch, Quaternary period, Cenozoic era and Phanerozoic eon did end. The Age of Verdancy had arrived.

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Annemarie A
Hi Chris. Couldn't resist this one - I'm very fond of silly stuff, so I've posted a story in the hope it will make someone smile.

Chris Fielden
Excellent - thanks Annemarie. Well the punchline made me laugh out loud :-)

Lesley T
A great punchline, Annemarie, it made me laugh too.

Braid A
It would be good if a few people would visit my Braid's Kids page and maybe buy a book or two, to help feed my adopted PNG kids.

Chris Fielden
Hi Braid. I don't usually place links in comments, but seeing as you've written a story for the challenge and it's all for charity, I've added it :-)

Neville R
Hi Chris. Thanks for including me!

Great site :-)

Chris Fielden
No problem, Neville - thanks for submitting :-)

Steph S
I really enjoyed this challenge as I've never written a nonsense story before. Thanks for the opportunity.

Chris Fielden
No problem, Steph - thanks for writing a story for the challenge :-)

David O
Hi Chris. Ty so much for accepting my story 'A Hard Day's Night'. Seeing it, actually out there on your page, has given me a much needed boost. Ty so much :)

Chris Fielden
Hi David. No worries – very happy to hear that entering the nonsense challenge has inspired you. That’s exactly what the challenges are for, so thanks for letting me know :-)

Klaus G
Hi Chris. I'm addicted to odd stuff. What a change to submit... Thanks for your tireless work!

Chris Fielden
Hi Klaus. No problem :-)

This challenge is shared with children and supports a charity that helps children, so I can't publish any stories that contain profanity I'm afraid. All stories have to be child friendly.

I'd be happy to publish your story if you could rewrite it with this in mind.

I hope that makes sense. I'll look forward to receiving a rewrite from you so I can publish it :-)

James H
Thank you for coming up with such a brilliant thing too. All the very best wishes.

Chris Fielden
No problem, James. Thank you for submitting :-)

James H
I just wanted to drop you an line to say thank you for the openness of this writing challenge. Also to thank you for coming up or at least making it easy to be a part of a community that revels in the glorious worlds we can all create.

Chris Fielden
Hi James. No problem. Thanks again for taking part and submitting a story. Without the authors who contribute, none of this would be possible.

Rebecca H
Hello Chris! I have to admit this was quite the fun exercise! Thank you again for the opportunity to get my work out there; as a budding writer such opportunities are few and far between! I'll be looking forward to the launch of the Adverb challenge anthology and I'm planning on buying a copy.

Thanks again!

Chris Fielden
Glad to hear you found it fun, Rebecca. And thanks for your kind words - it's great to hear that writers appreciate the challenges and seeing their stories published :-)

Alan B
Hi Chris. Have just submitted. These challenges are more difficult than they seem, but oh the joy when I completed the story in under 200 words. Keep these challengers coming. Hope you get to that magical 100 soon.

Chris Fielden
Thanks Alan :-)

Tulip C
Hi Chris, it's good to take a lighter look into life. Thank you.

Chris Fielden
No problem, Tulip. I agree - it is indeed :-)

Leonard S
I like story 92, not because we have the same surname, but because the story was straight up to the point and funny. Thank you, Sueleen, I am your #1 fan :-)

Chris Fielden
Thanks Leonard :-)

Nick N
Excited to see where this goes - a great place to post fun flash fiction. Thanks.

Chris Fielden
Thanks Nick, glad you like it. And thanks for submitting :-)

Mary W
I got an old piece of  6,300 plus flowery worded meanderings  down to 200 to join this nonsensery.

Chris Fielden
Good work, Mary :-)

And thanks for submitting.

Michael R
Better late than never may seem more appropriate to cliché, but refers to my copy of Nonsensically Challenged 1 received only yesterday. Perhaps, like many of the stories, it went out of this world en- route.

Worth waiting for from its glossy image to the equally sparkling intros and, of course, the worthy cause.

I like story 42. Trevor's opening line has the potential for a whole new series.

If it takes very special authors to write these stories, James's clever bio, story 59, speaks for all of us. Now we must drive(l) on to complete Vol 2. You know it makes sense.

Chris Fielden
Glad to hear the book has winged its way to you at last, Michael.

May the Norse be with you, and us all, while scribbling more silliness. Onward to volume 2 indeed.

Soraya D
The iron man one is great.

Chris Fielden
I agree :-)

Cleary M
Hi Chris, found your site through your compilation of online competitions. Non-sense is fun! Mine is not exactly funny (not sure if that's a necessity for this section), but I think it's a narrative that expands in an unusual way. I've been reading a lot of prose-poetry and I think it's inspired by that. The instructions at the top suggest that this is how to submit your story, so my story is beneath this. Thanks for considering it! I enjoyed reading the others.

Chris Fielden
Thanks for submitting, Cleary - much appreciated :-) Serious, funny or anything in between is fine - published!

Gavin B
A great collection of nonsensical stories. Extremely funny and look forward to reading some more.

Chris Fielden
Thanks, Gavin :-) And thanks for submitting.

Ishmael D
Awesome challenge LOL. Thanks, Chris, for adding 'Caterpillar Butterfly' (165) to the collection :D It's cool to see it up there.

Chris Fielden
No problem, Ishmael. Thanks for submitting :-)

Paul S
A Haiku is easy

But often they make no sense.

Refrigerator.

Chris Fielden
Absurdly wise words, Paul... :-)

Bryan K
Hi Chris, are poems acceptable for this challenge?

                

Chris Fielden
Hi Bryan. Yes, poetry is fine :)

Neil D
Hi Chris, thank you so much for posting up my story, I hope at least one person can enjoy it. This is such a great site, it's amazing what you've put together. Thanks again.

Chris Fielden
No problem - great to hear you like the site. Thanks for submitting and taking part.

Munib H
Hi Chris, I really enjoyed entering this and reading many of the other stories. Are you going to publish them in a volume? And when, and where, can I buy one? Thanks.

Chris Fielden
Hi Munib. Great, glad to hear you enjoyed all the other stories. We release a book every time 100 stories have been submitted. All contributors will be notified when that happens by email. They will also be informed about launch dates, where to buy the anthology, book launch parties etc.