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Ville's Preposterously Placed Prepositions Writing Challenge

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Chris Fielden and Ville Nummenpaa

Chris Fielden & Ville Nummenpää, at Marble Arch in London

Welcome to Ville's Preposterously Placed Prepositions Writing Challenge. To avoid ending sentences with a preposition is common writing advice. This writing challenge invites you to end EVERY sentence in a flash fiction story with a preposition.

You can learn more further down the page, in the about the preposition challenge section.

Rules & How To Submit

Rules are simple the:

  • 100 words max
  • please include a title for your story (not included in the word count)
  • end each sentence with a preposition. Why? Because, according to some nit-pickers, you're not supposed to
  • entry fee is either £1,000,000, or £0, but nothing in between - in other words, FREE unless you're a millionaire
  • anyone can submit - it's not a competition, everyone who enters is a winner
  • 1 entry per mammal
  • no profanity please - all the writing challenges are shared with children
  • your preposition-packed prose will be published on this page
  • every time we receive 100 stories, we'll publish all of them in a book
  • profits 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 or email me
  • 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 93 stories. We need 7 more to publish the anthology.

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About the Preposition Writing Challenge

In the past, school children were taught that they should never end a sentence with a preposition (largely, it seems, due to rules that apply to Latin). While it is now widely accepted that ending sentences with prepositions is part of the structure of modern English, it is still important to understand when this is acceptable and when it is not.

In this challenge, we ask you to place your prepositions preposterously and end EVERY sentence with one. The aim is to help writers better understand sentence structure and the correct use of grammar.

There are lots of useful resources to help you with this challenge. I found this one the most comprehensive:

  • A free eBook, containing English prepositions lists, written by Josef Essberger, which provides explanations, examples, exercises and more

These links are also very helpful:

And finally, Ville suggested sharing this.

Winston Churchill

Sir Winton Churchill, giving the preposition writing challenge his official endorsement

After one of the sentences in a speech Churchill had written was badly edited so it didn't end with a preposition, Churchill is reputed to have said,

"This is the sort of English up with which I will not put."

True or not, it made me smile.

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About the Charity the Preposition Writing Challenge Supports

Proceeds from sales of the preposition writing challenge anthologies will be donated to Caring In Bristol.

Caring in Bristol

Caring in Bristol is a charity working to deliver support to homeless and vulnerable people in the city of Bristol in the UK. They also produce the Survival Handbook - a book designed to be a point of reference for anyone finding themselves homeless in the Bristol area.

Money raised by this writing challenge will go directly to that project, helping to finance printing and distribution of the books to the people who need them.

I've done some creative writing workshops with Caring in Bristol via the Arkbound Foundation charity, of which I am a trustee. In the workshops, we encourage people with direct experiences of homelessness to contribute to the Survival Handbook. It's an amazing project and one that I feel very passionate about.

Ville kindly agreed to support this project with his writing challenge. Thanks Ville, you legend.

How The Preposition Writing Challenge Came To Be

Ville and I have liaised by email for a variety of reasons over the last few years. Ville has entered the To Hull And Back short story competition. He's submitted to many of the writing challenges run on this website. He and I both share a love of comedy, particularly Monty Python. And music, particularly Iron Maiden. And... I could go on. I won't.

When suggesting the challenge to me, Ville said:

An idea for a challenge: Ending sentences with prepositions-frenzy... ...I have always resented that 'rule', never to end a sentence with a preposition.

I keep hearing about that, and get the feeling it's just a very snobbish, intellectual-bully sort of thing, and it wakes up the little anarchist in me.

The idea appealed to me. And so, here the challenge is (see what I did there? I know, subtle...).

Here are a few more details about Ville and why he suggested the challenge:

My name is Ville, a has-been musician wanna-be. One of those rock stars who are neither rich nor famous. These days, I make ends meet as a writer.

In 2015 I took a leap of faith, and quit canning beer at a brewery to pursue a career in writing. Being a family guy, this was a bit of a risk, but it seems to have paid off. There is now a stage play in development and I´m currently finishing a complete TV-series of my own concept. I get some short stories published on occasion too, but there is always time to mess with English grammar (despite being Finnish, and lacking any kind of qualifications or credentials for doing so).

Since Chris is doing this awesome stuff on his site, it seemed like a golden opportunity to pitch an idea for a challenge. To my astonishment, he took the bait and here we are. Huge cheers to Chris, who is obviously doing the heavy lifting here.

I truly hope you will join this anarchistic stance, which is not only a heartfelt middle finger to the snobbish (and misguided) grammar police, but might also give you a new perspective on your own writing. You might get published and, this being charity, earn yourself a shiny new halo above your head. Win-win anyone?

Big thanks to Ville. That just leaves me to say: when we receive 100 stories with terribly located prepositions, we'll publish a book. If we don't receive 100 submissions, it's a bit of fun, you can read all the stories here on the site and you now know about Caring in Bristol and the amazing work they do.

As with all the writing challenges on this site, it's impossible to lose. Everyone is a big fat winner.

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Stories Overladen With Sentences Terminating With Prepositions

Below are all the stories we've received to date, stuffed with poorly placed prepositions. You may read them your computer on. Or your phone on. Or any device you favour on.

The stories are published in the order they were received.

Prepositionally Challenged will be the only book published via the preposition challenge. The challenge will become website publishing only once this volume is full.

Story 001

Bring It On

by Ville Nummenpää

What Jim was doing now was generally frowned upon. Yet he couldn't help, but to sing along. He didn't know what the lyrics were about: "There is freedom within, there is freedom without," but that had not stopped him before.

Usually, when singing karaoke, you're supposed to keep your pants on. Just one of the rules Jim was not familiar with. This could be why the majority of the people had chosen to step outside.

Jim did not care, he would pull this through, balls out. Audience or not, he would take this show to infinity and beyond…

Story 002

Observations The Wise Of, The Truth Concerning

by Christopher Fielden

"Warn him I did, listen he would not, he little brains with."

"The arrogant man sits blind, the dawn on the apocalypse of."

"Stupid – surprising, his age given."

They sipped their Chi'ffa, the moon beneath.

"He placed a wig his head atop."

"Laughed, we did, his stupidity following."

"It looked a well-combed dead ferret like."

"The force reside in a man cannot, who a terrible wig places his head atop."

"We have difficult times us ahead of."

"Hope is distant, but arrive it will, expectations contrary to."

And so concluded the 'Declaration of Great Truths', decreed the wise Yodas by.

Story 003

When No Means No

by Glen Donaldson

For as long as he could remember, unfortunately named Fergus Blanco had felt like he belonged on the outside. Not merely on the outside but, more to the point, the school-roll definition of absent. Self-belief had at some earlier time for him been atomized into vapour dust and now most days he spent feeling on a par with the mathematical symbol for minus.

"Are you OK?" a woman in a train station ticket queue asked him one day from behind.

"How about a lovely shade of no," was his almost completely ungracious reply, the inclusion of fleeting wit notwithstanding.

Story 004

The Stepmother

by Rajagopal Kaimal

He knocked as before. He was called in. This had not happened before. Mustering up courage, he opened the door and walked in.

In her world he had been mostly absent. And on her ship he had never been aboard. He had not even been near. His stepmum was waiting inside. Smiling, she looked him up and down. Then she looked around.

This had never happened before.

She looked back at him and said, "Come near."

He walked across.

She took his hands in hers and said, "I am dying inside."

Story 005

The Candidate

by Vivian Oldaker

I watched as at the hill he walked up. I followed; it was the only thing I thought of.  He had the bag – it was the one with which he was never seen without. He stopped at the broken bench and there put the package underneath.

As I continued my observations, I liked the situation less. He was nervous and that was something I knew about. It was my covert operations team and this I was now certain he could never be a member of. He was weak and therefore I couldn't let him see the house; what lay beneath.

Story 006

He Who Would Pedantic Be

by Ian Richardson

"His strength the more is..."

Without hesitation, the congregation sang on. It was you I turned to.

"Is it only me that notices the shattering of grammatical rules we should all be familiar with?"

"Let's talk about this after."

"Right from the first line, this hymn, a disaster is."

"'Pilgrim's Progress' was written in 1684, what are you saying that for?"

"They never corrected it in the 1906 revision and even changed the first line to, 'He who would valiant be'."

"'They' didn't know what 'they' were taking on. Just sing, this is what we came here for."

Story 007


by David Pitts

What did you bring me that book for me to be read to out of up for? That's just the kind of thing I can't put up with.

You put it on the table but now you've knocked it off of. You should have your head seen to. Or knocked in.

What do you think you're up to? What  are you getting at?

People like you  don't know where they're coming from. I don't understand how you get by. Your skill takes me in. But it also wears me out.

Story 008

Under Over Sideways Down

by Allen Ashley

This is a position I never expected to be in. To be fair, you are keeping your head up even though your knees are giving way underneath.

I make one final effort to get my leg over.

Then collapse below.

"Well," you ask, "is this something you'd like to get into?" I shake my head; side to side not up and down.

I reach across to the 'Virtual Twister' app on the big touch screen and firmly switch it off.

Story 009

Starting the Challenge

by Diane Harding

I'll enter, seeing as how in literary terms we're not supposed to.

Wikipedia has a list I can get them from.

Lots of words I usually use, so shouldn't be hard besides.

Need to gather a few things to start off.

Paper, computer, lucky gonk to play with.

Email writing friend to be involved with.

We both love words, so should be easy regardless.

I've edited lots of prepositions in the past before.

So, this time I'll just leave them in, like.

Starting now then.

Thinking, until.

Starting soon instead.

Starting tomorrow because it's better besides.

Story 010

Staying in to See What's On

by Maria DePaul

Alan called Bea to see if she wanted to go out. She wanted to stay in.

"Hey, Bea, what are you up to?"

"Just hanging around."

"Want to come over?"

"No, I just want to see what this episode is about."

"Don't you think that plot has been done before?"

"No, I just don't think that they have found the right girl for the leading man to settle down with."

"Come on. The guy's so annoying that they should kill him off."

"Maybe so, but they always think up a new plot twist to let him get by."

"As if."

Story 011

A Cagey Tale

by Clare Tivey

All aboard.

We set off.

There must have been 10 people on the boat plus.

All of us looking at the murky ocean beyond.

We knew what lay beneath.

A call from the captain, who was standing opposite. "Ready to turn about."

The choppy weather was concerning.

I was struggling to keep my breakfast down.

The usually adventurous side of me, today has let me down, courage I was noticeably without.

"So, we'll be safe inside?"

"The shark will definitely be outside?"

"With strong steel bars between?"

I picture me in the cage, shark ravenously advancing towards.

I throw up.

Story 012

Misconduct 'Off And On'

by Sandra Orellana

She entered the room and looked up. A room she was familiar with, off and on. She knew her worth and stayed for 24 hours inside. She didn't want to fuss because she had no one to speak with. She knew the rules in and out – locked inside.

She sat, she walked and looked at herself many times in the mirror in front. Ready she was. The time was near.

She heard the knock at the door like always. She opened it, without smiling, looked at him and said, "Come in."

He responded, "Your clothes – take them off ."

Story 013

Concerning A Friend Within

by Michael Rumsey

I saw his face as I drew near. He looked down. What was up? Even his voice was off.

"I've never been stuck before. I used adverbs liberally throughout. For nonsense I knew what I was up against. There's a website with my clichés on. My senses stirred above and beyond. Now my friends suggest a proposition to come up with some prepositions and I don't know what to present them with. Anyway, right now, that's where I'm at."

For years I helped him pull through. But that could be over. I had no idea what he was on about.

Story 014

Boom Boom, Bang Bang

by Lesley Anne Truchet

The drums from my neighbour's flat throbbed in my head and below.

I pummelled on his door opposite. "I'm trying to sleep, keep the bloody noise down."

He gave me a handsome stare, considering.

I cussed and left, then snuggled back into the bed, my warm quilt all around.

A pounding on my door from without.

Furious, I sprang up and opened the door – he was outside.

"Happy now I've cut the noise out?"

I laughed, despite myself. "Come in."

After we shared a beer – the title will tell what we were about.

Story 015

Of Vigour Notwithstanding

by Scott Loren

Into Applesaucemacaroniland, Lucinda and Verena came; nestled as they were with it in Mont-BS-Minor and Mont-BS-Major betwixt. Midway afore the vales and dales of Mont-BS-Major lay the felicitous trail they'd hoped to happen upon.

"Alas, Applesauce Trail," exclamatorily spluttered out from within.

Heretofore for the two, Rainy and Lulu, had Applesauce Trail the very epitome of being Applesauce been, or rather somewhere therein, and doubtless 'twould be anon there upon. The earthen path skirted by wild grasses and flowers hither and thither along, producing on occasion sitting-stones unshorn should wanderers together a rest require; an intoxicating air of vigour notwithstanding.

Story 016

Do The Brexit Shuffle

by Len Saculla

Get on up,

Get on down,

Keep going all around.


First we're in,

Then we're out,

Keep shaking it all about.


Here it's all over,

There it's all over,

In, out, in,

Out, in, out.

As above, so below,

Come off it, come on,

Reach overhead,

Explore beneath,


Going around and around and around,

That's what it's all about.

Story 017

Inside Out

by Jaine Irish

The squid is stretched as a star and nailed to a wooden frame on the shore that it has recently been pulled from. The gruesome portrait is raised by the Fisherman and set to dry under the midday sun above.

Carlotta has kept her secret and spies on her lover from behind the broken shutters within. Fascinated, she watches as the salty water drips onto the hot, stinking quayside and the squid's flesh becomes transparent-like.

She spreads her fingers wide and places the palm of her hand on her swollen belly. "Soon," she murmurers to herself, "you will be out."

Story 018

Where On Earth

by Alan Pattison

It started when we were trying to decide where on holiday to go.

Sarah asked me, "What is your favourite area to enjoy?"

"It depends what I will do there."

"What are you going for?"

"Where we all can have a good time over and over."

"Not to forget who you got it from."

"Or the resort that you bought it at."

"That reminds me of the best holiday I had since."

"Your mother's funeral where you wanted to stay nearby?"

"Which no way could I get out of."

Story 019

How Fashion Trends Came To Be

by Etheray

In the land Jeanes, wearing dresses was looked down upon.

When children asked about this, adults would tell the myth used to brush annoying pests aside: "We live in Jeanes, child, so it's no question that we should always wear jeans, not silly dresses that induce falls from which you cannot get up."

There was Beth, innocent she was but mind agile. She gathered long leaves, bound them with rope and dressed up. Jeans she wore underneath. "Perhaps this'll do?" she quipped. "Not really a dress, but looks better than before."

And all fashion trends began from that day onwards.

Story 020

Getting The Message Across

by Pam Keevil

I leaned on the narrow rail and stared at the water, churning below. I felt in my pocket for the small box and pulled it out. The sapphire and diamond ring on its blue velvet-cushion was all he'd left behind.

One small throw and the final reminder of what he'd done would be long past. Except that was for the coward within. I already had ambition and with enough cash, I'd not go under.

Once ashore, I found a pawn shop. Revenge would follow soon after. I went inside. A glass of champagne was called for.

Story 021

The Crazy Train

by Margee Unger

All aboard. Bring all of your thoughts, dreams, and imaginary friends inside. We are about to partake on a journey that will change your life around.

The ride is free to go to infinity and beyond. Please watch your step and to the front go toward. Find a seat and a friend beside.

Have your ticket ready and the conductor will be by. Your whole life story will be stored in the past. We will show you all of the things you will leave behind. Your mind will play tricks as you are going to and from.

Story 022


by Susanne Rowell

Jack switches the light off.

For heavens sake, this shouldn't be on. What on earth is this about? Every morning when I wake up, something has switched the front-room lamp on. I must find out what's going on. Perhaps there is a ghost around?

Next evening he scans the room, pondering, decides on the bookshelf and places the camera on top. He goes to bed and finally drifts away.

In the morning the camera reveals what it's all about. He is sleepwalking around. So now at night, he leaves the lamp on, so the next morning, it is switched off.

Story 023

Escape Beyond

by Josie Gowler

The dictator breathes less. Then he dies, all his security measures notwithstanding. His eyes now stare blindly up. Assassin's job done, I have a serious face but I smile underneath.

In his office, I strike a match and a curl of smoke rises about. A useful distraction within. The staircase's lights flickering, I sprint along.

A hail of bullets proliferates from inside. I dodge through the door and onto the roof outside.  Flinging myself at the helicopter's dangling rope, I haul myself up.

The beat of chopper blades, and I've achieved my escape beyond.

Story 024

Mary Christmas

by Prajith Menon

"Mary, Christmas is all around. Shall I invite Uncle John? He might come over."

"Our fight has just ended, are you planning to restart it?"

"No, darling, Christmas is not about how much – more important is whom you spend it with."

"For our marriage, he was the only one who stood it against. Still, I don't understand your support him for."

"He is my family, who else will I support instead of?"

"Then spend this Christmas with your beloved uncle, I am going off."

"No, Mary. All I want this Christmas is you – you were there for me all along."

Story 025

Switch The Magic Off

by Louise Burgess

Do you even know the serious issue you're taking on? 

I mean, it's not just a phase you can think about after.

The book with all the ingredients wasn't even paid for.

Then again, who am I to tell you to switch the magic off.

There's nothing more I can do.

But hoping all Wizards get along is all I ever really dreamed of.

Story 026

The Foxglove Pink Suitcase

by Sue Johnson

My mother left 10 years ago, leaving me behind. She took the suitcase she was so proud of. It came from the posh shop she never usually went in. She bought a lipstick the same colour after.

Dad said foxglove pink was to blame – brown or grey were the colours to stick with. I never thought Mum would come back but today, after Dad's funeral, she returned wearing Outrageous Orange all over. My cousin Alice said, "You never know what lies beyond."

Story 027

Watermelon Lasagna

by Angela P Googh

"Watermelon lasagna," I sing quietly, my face a grin upon.

"Watermelon lasagna," with apparent gusto, I sing on and on.

My delinquency is obvious, to those I sit beside. They will not tell tales, my failure to memorise notwithstanding. Teacher will never know of my lack of practice, the term throughout. In class I am so helpful during.

The concert is over. The teacher praises us, our hard work for.

Now all that remains are our solos, 30% of our grade it is worth.

My turn arrives, my prayers despite. I sing the only song I remember, accompaniment without.

"Top of spaghetti on..."

Story 028

Officer Aboard

by Martin Strike

At dusk, the boarding plank was drawn across. The men piped the pompously-dressed Admiral aboard. His entourage of dressers and groomers were following.

He was certain the crew would find his beautifully crisp white uniform with polished gold braiding touching. He ordered that all the gunners were brought up from below.

The Admiral quickly gathered the crew around. He found the fading light concerning. How would the crew admire his finery if the sun was down? In just a few moments the last of the daylight would be gone.

The Admiral, accepting admiring cheers, thought, Thank goodness for Daylight Saving.

Story 029

It Sounded Like...

by Bridget Scrannage

A proposition, it was regarding. 

Raising money, charity because of. 

Eager, I came over. 

Whipped cream, I'm equipped with. 

His plan, I'll get aboard. 

Surprised we went as far as.

Inventive things, we got up to.

The possibilities, we were considering.







Or all of the above?

"This is fun," he says during, "though when will writing prepositions come about?"

"I thought you wanted preposterously placed propositions – been confused throughout."

"You have," he laughs, "but complaining, I'm far from."

Story 030

Happy Ever After?

by David Silver

"Husband, I've messed up."

"As per..."

"Now YOU'VE messed up. In 'as per usual', 'per' means 'according to'. So it's superfluous to utter the word 'as'."

"You win, but why can't we be a husband-wife team without the word 'versus' in between?

"Because we're rivals in repartee and therefore don't get along."

"Anyway, wife, just now you said you'd messed up."

"Yes, I accidentally turned over two pages of my library book and couldn't fathom what the story was about."

"You should have licked your fingers before."

"Whatever, but I bet my fingers can lick your fingers – so shut up."

Story 031

A Toaster It Was

by Judy Penfold

Waiting by the lift, she was. Claire held the adapter carefully, for a careful person she was. This adapter was special, unlike the one before. It could convert her phone to operate her toaster in a room beyond. There was an event being held on the top floor where she could demonstrate so.

Claire was unsure of the reception she would get. The phone/toaster contraption was a wonderful invention in her mind, worthy of a gadget show exposé it was. Heavy footsteps behind her made her turn then.

"Sorry, that adaptor you cannot use. The power needed is well beyond."

Story 032

Rescue Mission

by Maddy Hamley

The darkness consumed everything, bright sunlight on the surface notwithstanding. The Marianas Trench – I could hardly believe I was going to dive down.

With a crackle, the radio turned on.

"This is an affair you have nothing to do with. Come back up."

No chance – I knew what the necklace was worth.

"It's dangerous, and probably futile, besides."

She'd had it when she'd last gone under. Nobody had seen it since.

"As for oxygen... there's just not enough to get by."

With trembling hands, I pulled the lever and descended into the depths below.

Story 033

The Captain Goes Absent

by Robbie Porter

The ship had sailed; the lookout was in the crow's nest above.

"Captain, the mail boat is coming alongside."

The Captain tutted, looked at his watch and ordered, "Bring us about."

The great ship responded like the lady she was, slowing down.

The lookout noticed the trail moving towards them and underneath.

"Torpedo," he exclaimed, but it was too near.

The ship shook and Smith knew that it would sink; he headed for a lifeboat and jumped inside.

"Lower away," he declared, despite the boat being of passengers a little short.

But the boat tipped over.

They all went down.

Story 034

Soft Touch Mum

by Claire Apps

"Mum, can I go abroad after?"

"You haven't got any money, you would have to save."

"I can't save, I've tried very hard in the past."

"Well, try again and this time keep it, well you know... all hidden."

"Mum, you know it wasn't my fault that I nearly went inside."

"I just don't know what you are like and what you get into."

"Well, I try my best and, besides..."


"I'm your favourite offspring, please think it through."

"I don't want you to go without."

"Thanks, Mum, I'll be straight up."

Story 035

Two Guys Who Wouldn't Settle Down

by Frank Hubeny

Aliens beamed Paul up. He wondered why they left his girlfriend below. She'll find another. Then warp speed kicked in. It always kicked something in.

Elsewhere, Jack's time machine was acting up. He watched the locals gather around. They'd never seen a human before. Besides, something tasty doesn't pop into one's universe every day and that was all they were thinking of.

Paul's girlfriend, to her credit, but against her good judgment, reported him 'beamed up'.

Jack hadn't had a decent girlfriend in a dozen gravitational entanglements to worry about.  So no one bothered wasting any space-time getting him back.

Story 036


by Betty Hattersley

The idea that Lionel Bradshaw had of running his own business was quite concerning.

Bone-idle always came across more than what he was about.

He's completely without embarrassment and extremely none professional throughout.

He never looked clean underneath.

Spending most of the time lying around scantily clad wearing worn out pants he'd slept in.

These matched his favourite vest (stained with memories of past menu's) beneath.

He lay there, all day, daydreaming, thinking another scheme up.

A major task would be actually getting off the settee, having a wash and attempting to go outside.

Story 037

The Chase

by Alan Barker

There was nothing for it, but to find the old warehouse and hide inside.

10 minutes and they were still wandering about.

From the roof, I could see them trying to enter the door below. They could not get in. I had put the bolt across. I found a tarpaulin and hid underneath. There was still no help around.

They found another door which lead outside. A shout came from beneath.

"Give up."

The voices now came from behind.

"We know you are near."

It was too late to run off. The game of hide and seek was over.

Story 038

Cat, Mouse And Myself

by Hilary Bowley

Involved: two plus one inside,

Floor: kitchen squares throughout,

Mouse: dropped still standing alongside,

Motionless in time no movement except:

Myself, quick thinking bucket near,

Overhead did fly land; mouse captured by I, after

Moved; quickly cat bolted outside,

Thrown outside, door closed, bucket alongside.

Story 039


by Geoff Holme

Ever since I was a snot-nosed kid, my older brother was always someone I looked up to.

He didn't mind that it was he I always trailed after. When I was sad, he always found the table or chair I was hiding under. Even in my angst-ridden teenage years, unable to articulate what was troubling me, he knew exactly where I was coming from.

I, however, was never aware of the demons Simon wrestled with. The note he left said that he'd nothing left to live for.

His empathy is something I guess I must learn to get by without.

Story 040

Feeding Time

by Mike Scott Thomson

Monday, as our CEO turned into a hippopotamus, the pound plummeted down. Evil odours filled the office, but we kept him in.

Tuesday, as our Vice President morphed into a baboon, three subsidiaries went under. His gigantic red arse distracted the trading hall, but we kept him in.

Wednesday, the ninetieth floor became a menagerie: brays, bleats, and bellows, above and below.

Stocks in fruit and fodder went up, up, up.

By the weekend, I'd been laid off. Liberated, I visited the zoo opposite. Inside the enclosures, behind fences, in their own filth upon the ground, suited executives rolled around.

Story 041

Who Said What Again?

by Cheryl-lya S Broadfoot

He stood at the front of the class, yelling, "According to?" They stood still, falling in behind. He yelled again, "Who's on board?" They all stood up, forming a line opposite. His anger was growing nearer and nearer. "Are you coming?" he yelled, yet again.

His face grew a purple-puce outside.

Really, the children were scared underneath. Still, their fear had not flowed without. Generally, his sweetness came across. But not today, it was the first time by chance he'd happened upon them. Or was it something he felt within?

Oh well, according to law, term-time had begun just since.

Story 042

All Aboard

by Sandra Phillips

We walked the ship's length now. Resting on the rail of the upper deck, we leaned over. The ship rocked violently, huge waves rocked beneath. They tossed us from one side to the opposite. He swore he'd love me forever hence. I said the same after. We'd tied the knot and signed insurance papers also.

As the boat tilted extremely far over, he pushed me out. As I fell, I saw his face near. He had turned a fearful grimace on. As I sank, I screamed, "I will haunt you forever, in this world I'll always be about."

Story 043

Told Off

by Stéphanie Constans

"What are you up to?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe that girl you've been staring at?"

"Is that what you're getting so worked up about? Calm down. She just reminds me of someone I've worked with. You know I'm not the one to fool around..."

"Not something I'm so very sure of. With you, I never know where I'm at."

"Darling, I'm a man you can always count on, in and out."

"And I'm a woman not to be trifled with, through and through."

Story 044

The Stalker

by Lisa Mattin

I was sure he was following. The bus was opposite. I climbed aboard. Soon after I had done so, I could see him in the car behind.

Still, the bus was ahead.

I breathed slowly, counting. This elicited a strange look from the woman who sat next to me, too close, her arm almost touching.

Would it ever be over?

Skin prickling, it felt like he was near.

Shaking, I looked up.

That was strange, no sign of him either in front or behind.

He had gone.

Story 045

Over And Under

by Jack Hanlon

You plotted from above.

Stalked the road I walked across.

Chased me down.

Mauled my limbs, unleashed savagery from within.

My Mother warned me to stay away, in case of.

But I did not listen, in spite of.

The Mother, from the ground, I threw my hands towards.

The Mother, I faded into death, in front of.

The Mother, who wept, demanded to be in place of.

My life, now past.

Story 046

Last Voyage

by Helena Boland

"I'm just passing through. Stay in your cabins," called the voice opposite. The sailor hurried past.

He hurried toward… she could only see a little ahead of… Suddenly, there was an enormous bang beneath. Her cabin was behind. She ran inside. She heard the screaming from underneath.

"Please let me make it through."

She wanted her husband near. He was long since…

Suddenly, she was hurtled over.

Then there was nothing between or beyond, above or below.

Story 047

Mysterious Sights And Sounds

by Ejder S. Raif

Staring up at the starry sky above.

Strange noises heard below.

Turning to the distance beyond.

A sight never seen before.

Peculiar people singing as they spin around.

A large object standing opposite.

Colourful pearls shining brightly underneath.

Story 048

Letting His Hair Down

by C.I. Selkirk

"You spin me right 'round, baby, right 'round..."

The guests admired Dubya and the dance floor he was on. He flung his arms up and over the bride and groom until they landed in-between. Already, he was splitting them up.

Stony-faced, Barbara approached his gyrating hips from behind. The Secret Service moved closer, poised to take someone down. She tapped him on the shoulder as camera phones were turned on. Barbara pinched his ear and led him outside. He hung his head, didn't dare look up.  His hopes for being on Strictly were over.

Story 049

Discovering The Truth

by Tiarnán Murphy

Generous was how that man was thought of.

Giving to the poor and helping the needy was what he was known for.

His sudden disappearance was most concerning.

A search was launched encompassing every area the city could be said to be including.

Weeks passed before an officer entered the sewers to have a look around.

It didn't take long before the body was come across.

Lying on the ground with his victims scattered all around.

The poor officer tripped, the gore falling into.

That's how discovery of the truth came about.

No love's been shown to him since.

Story 050

Work It

by Jamie Martin

Robert is a queen – every night, crown thoroughly on.

His wife, however, isn't a fan of this – she wishes it could be done with.

His wife asks, "Why can't you be like before? Why isn't it you I sleep beside?"

He does not reply – that simple-minded woman was for after.

For now, his show was on.

It was his turn to work – lights on, fellow queens to be between.

When he returned, his wife was gone – good riddance, life was better without her in.

She was a miserable old crow – always getting him down.

Story 051

Parrots And Apricots

by Nam Raj Khatri

It’s the start of the rainy season and apricots are ripening over.

Parrots come in search of food and find what they’re searching for. Parrots are free to eat as they like, because there is nobody to them look after. They actually eat seeds, shells covered with.

The parrots make a sound that rings around. A crow notices, as it flies over. As the crow caws, the parrots turn their sound off. One parrot starts flying on. Other parrots follow. All of them keep flying, until they reach the place they came from.

Story 052

Mother Knows Best

by John Notley

Lucy, just look at the state you're in. I can tell this affair with Tom is getting you down.

Don't worry, Mum, we'll it get through.

You can't switch love on and off. Tell me what it's all about. Hopefully not a baby to remember him by?

You don't know him like I do, what he's like inside.

From what I have seen, he is just playing around.

No, Mum, just the opposite. That's in the past.

Well, I hope you know what you're letting yourself in for. Give him up and stop selling yourself short.

Story 053


by Sarah Ann Hall

She has lost something precious, which she looks high and low for. Her attempts to explain her actions cause confusion, which she doesn't mean to. There's a song she can remember only the first line of. She sings it continually notwithstanding.

She is growing ever frailer and there are stairs she cannot climb up. Her heart beats all aflutter and cannot be operated on.

As the end approaches, her family gather close by. There are some members she was never happy with. They leer and pose questions, search for paperwork above and beneath. Once she's gone, they will go without.

Story 054

The Noise

by Sue Partridge

They didn't know where the noise was coming from.

It was the biggest problem they had ever come across.

No one could imagine what they were up against.

The Council met to discuss what they were dealing with.

Even the MP got involved, to investigate what it was all about.

An expert was called who said they should take the drain up.

They could hear strange sounds from below.

Everyone stood by the hole and peered down.

A horrendous belch emerged from within.

A foul smelling cloud burst out.

"Well, that's never happened before."

Story 055

Beauty, And Death Following

by Kathryn J Barrow

Watching the sunrise could have sent me beyond. It was as if the heavens called and the earth wasn't crumbling under. I didn't listen, watched magnificent colours, pink, orange, purple and red drift, expanding above.

I didn't care when I thought I had nothing to lose, but that was before. Now I know, I have no choice but to save the human race by taking the killer drones down. I arch my bow back and line it up with one so near.

I feel the corners of my lips curl as I'm filled with adrenaline throughout.

 It's life, now over.

Story 056

Orchestral Manoeuvres

by David McTigue

"Oboe Joe, come in when my beat is down."

"Yes Maestro, I'm following."

I gaze at our principal cellist, Julie, chestnut hair piled up.

I love her, and wish I could go over. There are times when I think I'm going under.

The music starts as before. My heart's pounding, Brahms notwithstanding.

I'll ask her out for a drink after. She's been here three years since.

My thoughts are cut through.

"Oboe Joe, you are behind."

Maestro is giving me what for. I've missed a beat because I've switched off.

"If music be the food of love, play on."

Story 057

Three's A Crowd

by Lindy Gibbon

At The Crown, Barbara pulled up.

Fred said, "Thanks for the lift."

"No problem."

"What you doing after?"

"Nothing. Why's that then?"

"I wondered if you fancied a pint."

"As if."

Fred frowned and said, "It's the best bar, bar none."

"Fred, what planet are you on? It's past 11."

"Late licence."

"Notwithstanding the late hour, what would the point be?"

"Oh I dunno, be friendly like."


"Yeah, sort of."

"If you think so."

"No ifs, no buts."

"Where's the carpark to?"

Fred grinned, reckoned he was in.

"I'll get my boyfriend to meet us, shall I?"

"Oh... great. Yeah."

Story 058

Who Made It Up?

by Cathy Cade

I'm thinking of the years gone by – the village school I went to,

The writing course I yearned for and the tech that I was sent to,

The lousy pay resulting from the jobs that I put up with,

The measures I was driven to, the devils that I supped with.


I din't know, in those years before, 'bout nouns and prepositions.

Would they have helped me feed the kids? Or make better decisions?

Now, learning things to choose between, like comma or semicolon,

I wonder who made these rules up, that writing schools are sold on?

Story 059

Not To Be Put Up With

by Lucy Morrice

"I don't know what to begin with or who to give my order to."

She looked around. She shouted out. The poor service was uncalled for.

Eventually, a sullen, goth teenager skulked across.

"Is it you I order from?"

He shrugged his shoulders up and glanced away.

Her irritation levels started to go up. "Is there a manager you answer to?"

He looked behind. There was a middle-aged woman, all made-up, who he gestured at.

"Go and bring her over."

The manager tottered past, looking aside.

"Enough," she screeched aloud. As she strode outside, she knocked the table over.

Story 060

The Brush-Off

by Alan Barker

"Hello, gorgeous, where are you from?"

"I'm from Down Under. Bottoms up."

"Just to see me, you came all this way over?"

"I just like getting around. But don't get the wrong idea – I'm a nice girl underneath."

"Fancy a nightcap at my place after?"

"Ah, there I have to turn you down."

"So, what are you here for?"

"I'm writing a book called How Not To Chat A Lady Up. Now I have something to work with. See you around."

Story 061

Words All Through

by Jay Bee

Bountiful words flow like the tides, in front and behind. Bring a smile near. Or a dream from beyond. Reflect our thoughts, more off than on. Punctuate desires still around. Farm depths from the past. Breathe loveliness within.

Words can be spun along. Or left unspoken, moored beneath. They have the power to be before. They can lift our spirits, rotating high then over. Woven into challenges and beyond. Written down, forever outside. Words can vaporise into the above. Filtering consciousness like water beneath. Flow like waves, unstoppable and over.

Story 062

The End The Line Of

by Johanna McDonald

"I have a complaint about the train I was aboard."

Rodney's job was to handle situations where steam was let off. Retirement he was working towards.

"Not so much the train itself, but the people I was amongst"

Rodney's nerves were easily got on.

"They seemed to have no hygiene standards to act in accordance with."

What irked him most was not the complaint itself, but the way she used propositions in her sentences at the end.

Rodney freaked out. "Go away and leave me alone, end of."

And so he discovered what retirement without a pension was like.

Story 063

The Audition

by Alicia Sledge

James didn't recognise the roads the taxi was driving along. He couldn't distract himself from the thoughts he was so wrapped up in. This wasn't an audition he was looking forward to. His agent had only given him an outline of what the play was about.

He looked down at the envelope with the script inside. He really should have read it before. The fact that he wasn't prepared was all he could think of. This panic was something he was going to have to get to grips with. And he had no idea who he was up against.

Story 064

What A Stupid Idea

by Sarah Mosedale

This is the most ridiculous idea I have ever heard of. Surely this is something no sane person would have anything to do with. I said this to Christopher and I couldn’t see what he got so agitated about. Anyway, I want to stay in his good books so thought I'd better play along. And of course it's up to me to raise the bar. My stories are always something everyone can get behind. My writing is absolutely without peer. Sadly, there is no bus my jealous fellow writers would not like to push me underneath.

Story 065

To Go Beyond

by Alysia Ascovani

Looking up at the dark sky, I saw the moon and stars I stood beneath. A silver crescent slice of serenity hidden by the cloud passing over. The stars twinkled gaily as the sky spun round.

I laughed as the wind swept by. The moon gazed upon me, a delightful sheen born from within. Stars showered down from above. A euphoria so intense, it was transcendent through and through.

I floated away as a mist, on wings of elation, the night my world all around.

Story 066

The Queen

by Lauren Carter

The Queen was in her castle when she looked outside, into the valley, down at her people.

Everyone was out due to the hot weather. The jester was making people laugh as per usual. People were weaving in-between the market stalls. Even the King was walking around the market in spite of the Queen, who told him not to.

The Queen's mother appeared at the door, but she ignored her.

"Come on, you'll be late for school."

The Queen dropped her subjects on the floor.

How dare she speak to a Queen like that.

Story 067

It's All Balls

by A.H. Creed

I've got dangling prepositions.

They hang below, between, and behind.

I find it hard to walk around.

I feel like I should be put down.

No one knows what it is caused by.

But it's nothing to be scared of.

It's just something I have to live with – that I'd rather live without.

Story 068

What's It All About?

by Valerie Fish

End each sentence with a preposition, what's that all about?

NEVER end a sentence with a preposition, that's the rule we went by. 

Mind you, that was in my school days, way back in the distant past.

Now I'm having to do the exact opposite.

Definitely a challenge I'm up for.

To refresh my memory, I go to good old Google and quickly find what I'm after.

A to Z of Prepositions, starting with aboard.

The list goes on and on.

Plenty to choose from.

Bring it on.

Story 069

Excessive Politeness Marked The Beginning, But Not The End, Of Our Relationship

by Rebecca Field

"You really don't need to."

"But I want to."

"I know, but you don't have to."

"I know I don't, but I want to. You deserve a lie-in."

"But I can manage without..."

"But you don't have to. I'll be back in a jiffy, just need to put some shoes on."

"That's what my dad said, and nobody's seen him since."

"Well this isn't the same thing, come on. Look, fetching the Sunday papers is not worth making an issue of."

"I'll make you breakfast then, after?"

"I should think a bacon sandwich would be a given."

Story 070

Arrivals And Departures

by Amanda Garzia

"You come highly recommended, your inexperience notwithstanding. Definitely the best candidate – welcome on board."

The 22 year old beamed, the outcome of his application relieved about.

"Delegating responsibility is a leadership trait I am solidly in favour of and your collaboration on this project is something I look forward to. What with the flu and a couple of resignations, we've fallen behind, the deadline within three months circa."

"Over his head that bright boy will be," the secretary fumed, "and he'll quit, just like the previous three, before probation's up, those who barely lasted a week not even counting."

Story 071

Love's Rocky Road

by Janice Eileen Morris

Mélodie, so husband said, "I don't want to give up.  Do you know what I'm talking about?"

She answered, "Lately that's all I've been thinking of. I've said that before."

He said, "I finally figured it out. I need a place that I can get away to. Some place near. Somewhere I can settle down. Somewhere where nobody else comes around."

She sighed and said, "I guess that's just something I'll have to deal with. If that's what you want I'll get by. Right now, are you taking off?"

He said, "Right now I'm thinking it over."

Without asking, she knew they were through.

Story 072


by Paul Mastaglio

Simon knew what he was about. There was a determination inside. One foot, then the other and he was on. No protection for him below.

Gingerly, he made his way across. His body grew more tense as he continued over. The wire appeared thinner as the end came near. Just a few more steps and he would be through. Breathe out, breathe in.

Then elation, as Simon made the final step up. He knew for certain now, that fame would be following.

Story 073

Criminally Misplaced Prepositions

by K. J. Watson

Cyril said, "Being on the outside, mate, is something I'm having trouble coping with."

"20 years you were banged up for," I replied. "Things change, they're bound to."

"Yeah, half the post offices have gone – what's that about?"

"Cyril, listen, armed robbery on a post office is not where you should be coming from."

"But hold-ups were my strong suit and the lack of opportunities is a dilemma, which I'm bang in the middle of."

"I understand where you're at," I commiserated. "However, think again and take a computer course because these days online fraud's the game to get into."

Story 074

The Doom of Antony's Legions

by Taylor Thompson

General Antony,

Scouting was proceeding as normal before we reached the Alps where we were descended upon. There was no army as we had initially thought, but rather a creature of some strange and unimaginable horror up in the mountains slowly moving down. The creature resembled a sinking face, illuminated by light, with a mass of writhing tentacles underneath.

Lucius bravely charged up the mountain to meet the foe and we saw a flash of light shortly after he left camp; Lucius hasn't been seen since. We have abandoned our position; turn around, the doom of the legions is near.

Story 075

The Blood Bank

by Neil Davie

Smoke began to fill the bank up.

A shot rang out.

Ducking behind the counter, she cried, "Where did that come from?"

Sheepishly he admitted his gun had gone off.

Obviously annoyed, she answered, "Stay calm and shut up."

Time was running out. "We need to be off."

Increasingly nervous, talking more to himself than anyone else, "We're not going to pull it off."

Suddenly a voice boomed over a loud-hailer, "What is this all about?"

In unison the angry answer from inside, "This is a hold up."

The surprised police officer replied, "Leave it out."

"The game is up."

Story 076

The Agreement

by Maggie Elliott

Mother asked what we were arguing for. She hadn't heard us do that for a while.

I said, "She doesn't half go on. Before she speaks she doesn't think things through."

We were arguing about Brexit. She was for, I was against. Either way, it'll soon be over. We agreed a more divisive subject you couldn't come across.

Mother said, "Get on with your homework or you'll fall behind. Tea will be ready in 15 minutes. If you're not done, you can go without."

Not wanting to miss out, we agreed to do our homework after.

Story 077

Burning Love

by Khamis Kabeu

I had seen her before. But she had forgotten me now. I introduced myself to her even as she turned away. She walked fast towards her residence beyond. I followed her there, determined to convince her I was not a bad guy after all. But she entered her doorway before I could with her catch up. She locked it, her behind.

I stood by the gate for sometime before deciding what to do thereafter. I climbed up the tree adjacent to the gate, whereupon I shouted, "I just came here to tell you I love you with all my heart."

Story 078

The Lake Between

by Mark J Towers

"You know the lake we swam across?" Steve asked, tipping clothes from his rucksack and putting them on.

Jo replied, "The one we're standing next to?"

"Killer fish throughout." Steve pulled his belt tight, muffin-top spilling over.

They walked to a hill and started clambering up.

Steve said, "We're lucky, considering."

"Why would we be, the killer fish besides?"

"The reason why is behind."

Steve stopped, encouraging Jo to turn around.

Across the lake, past mountains opposite, the sun was coming up.

Light skimmed across the lake towards.

Jo felt there was no one else she wanted to be with.

Story 079

My Position

by Fiona M Jones

I used to stand with you, together, beside. But I was always wrong, confused by finding myself in the wrong, willing to blame myself without knowing what for.

That is where you wanted me: at your feet, under reproach, carrying a weight of undefined guilt, always down and below. Sometimes you seemed close with me, yet always somehow above. You would bestow trivial attentions upon me like generous gifts I could never repay you for.

When I grew wiser, slowly, stymied by self-doubt, I looked at you and saw straight through. I went away. It's over. I've left you behind.

Story 080

Duty Bound

by Jessica Bowden

Sir Lukas was eating supper in the mess hall when he overheard the new recruits seated behind him speculate about the southern tower and who or what lingered within. He frowned for they knew not what they spoke of. However, this wasn't a matter he could correct them on.

It was King Augustus himself who he had sworn secrecy to. He wasn't to speak of the illegitimate child residing in the tower nor the demon prisoner he was born from. He was to guard and protect the half-demon, Darcy, who he had come to form an unexpectedly deep bond with.

Story 081


by Raymond Strawn III

Men and women gather around. Their knees fall down. Their message lost beneath. Shouts echo, "Support on."

Voices in the crowd chant, "Hate out." They must not let the doubters push them over. No sleep until the violence is turned off.

The group pushes equality up. Raindrops descend against. The hatred waters flood above. They must not be trapped inside. But their love goes beyond. Breaking barriers until. Evil is without.

Story 082

How Did That Happen?

by Rene Astle

I don't know how I got into the past. This isn't what I expected, if you asked me this concerning. The only thing I can remember is the time machine in Dr Macintosh's laboratory turning on.

Dr Macintosh invented a machine to travel back in time, to any decade he chooses to go to as he climbs aboard. As it turns out, I was doing my daily routine of sweeping the floors when I heard the doctor rushing with his peers following. I was accidentally pushed into the machine, pulled the lever by mistake and, whoosh, I went inside.

Story 083

That Which Lives Below

by Neil Phillips

All day long I hear echoes of people passing by and by.

They witter and twitter and chatter and clatter upon my home, never knowing I am nigh.

Down in the shadows I sharpen my claws, they know not what lives in their midst.

Ere long nightfall shalt descend; lurking deep, moonlight sky, I shall emerge betwixt.

Sat atop my lair I stalk my prey, on powerful limbs I creep unto.

I grab one of the chattering things and my home I drag it into.

I am that which lives in darkness, aloof.

I am that which lives below.

Story 084


by Scott Parent

Where did all these sharks come from? What had I got myself into? 

I could see the safety of the cage above. There were two large white-tips between. I was sure it was me they were looking for. I had to swim to the cage and get inside. 

Tentatively, I began to swim nearer. The sharks ignored me as I passed by. Luckily, there were no other sharks following. 

Finally, I reached the safety the cage within. Breathing heavily, I decided never to go reef diving forever after.

Story 085

Problem Solved

by John D Lary

The disposal of a dead cat is not something, until now, that I had thought much about. The disposal of a dead cat is, however, a situation that I am faced with.

The cat in question is, or was, a resident of our house and a constant presence, until now, that I was uncharacteristically fond of. Whenever despondency would rise up and drag me down, the cat's soft fur and rhythmic purr were comforts I could rely on. Comforts I now have to exist without.

I carry the basket he was lying in to where the bins are situated outside.

Story 086

A Little Accident, Considering

by John Lane

Wanting fresh air, Grandpa yelled, "I'll be out."

Grandpa stood outside. As he heard the door click, he was hacked off.

The need to urinate came on.

Grandpa knocked, but no one came out.

He gave in. A big, wet spot showed up.

After the front door was unlocked and opened, his teenage grandson, Jack, looked down.

Grandpa stared right through.

Jack said, "I thought you said, 'Lock me out.'"

Grandpa always viewed Jack as a flake, other family members notwithstanding.

Now, Grandpa wondered if Jack should stay here besides.

Story 087

Cherry Less

by Majella Pinto

"I'll use my cap," thought he, "to put the cherries in."

He precariously stepped on a fragile branch and found himself face down.

The branch and he fell, and he found himself one tooth less.

Mum yelled from far, "What on earth were you up the tree for?"

"Collecting cherries, to top the cake you were planning on."

"Has your brain gone under?"

"Let's use nuts instead," he suggested from across.

"Sorry, this cake will have no cherries, no nothing to top it with."

Story 088

The Star Gazers

by Matilda Pinto

At the twilight hour, the two sisters looked on. The first to spot Venus said, "You're something to die for." The next claimed Vega the shiniest, never to be left behind. And so, they went on and on till there were none left in the firmament – left, right or centre.

Then emerged the full moon, nudging the stars out, to reign the night through and watch the sleeping girls over, letting them dream of fanciful fairies among Aurora and Avery, Roxanne and Rossa and many more.

Story 089

Won't You Speak To Me?

by Gavin Biddlecombe


Yes, you. Sitting there ignoring me.

Day after day, so much as a hello without.

How long do you think you can keep this up?

What is so important that you can't stop for a chat? Hmm?

You never listen.

Hey... when I'm talking to you, don't walk off.

See, this is exactly what I'm on about.

So frustrating.

That's right. Come back here, sit down and listen up.

Wait. What's that your hand in?

Don't you do it.

Put that down or—

Great. I'm soaked. Happy now?


There you go, little buddy. Get that your roots into.

Story 090

Dragged Along

by Susi J Smith

"Come along." Mum bustles through the busy Sunday market with me scurrying behind. "You'll need a new school coat too, but we'll get that after."

She locates a stall with bags and heads inside. "Here's a backpack for you to look at." She throws a vomit-green monstrosity over.

I feign a smile; it isn't me this is about. Dad's gone off with another woman. Mum's doing alright, considering. She needs to provide for me, keep life just like before. So I smile, and pretend, knowing she couldn't afford anything I like.

I grin and try to keep the truth in.

Story 091

Pizza Thursdays

by Adri Persad

Their black cat stretched its front legs luxuriously in the rectangle of sunlight it partly relaxed in. Laurel noticed the front half of Ruffles in the sunlight looked more brown than black, and chose the new coloured pencil from the heap it lay among.

From two rooms away, her mum called her for Thursday's usual pizza dinner, voice muffled by the warm oven she was reaching inside of. Laurel hurried over, hoping her dad wouldn't brainstorm more multiplication tables to stump her with.

In her saddest times, this was the sort of memory she'd look back on.

Story 092

One Scared Roman

by Benjamin Noel

A thunderous applause arose from above. And so many the roses at his feet, the bare ground he did not once step on. Entering the colosseum, he clutched his scabbard without which he could not carry on.

Now, the heat of the fight, the smell of the battle was just a step in front. His mind clear, his eyes dry, but something's wet down under. Our hero has left a puddle in his pants, what fear has our champion fallen under?

He looks up to meet his opponent's eye, and sees not a man, but a lion – front and center.

Story 093

Out Of The Flood

by Douglas Baker

I was surprised when the heavy rain came down. The narrow canyon was somewhere I had to get away from. While I still had time to get out. A wall of water was something I didn't want to get caught under.

Two side canyons branched off. The one led out. The other was a box canyon I could never get out of. I had no map near.

I did the only thing I could come up with. I had a coin I pulled out. Heads I go left and tails I go right.

Heads came up. And I came out.

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Clare T
This was quite tricky. Really enjoyed yours and Ville's efforts. Thanks.

Chris Fielden
Thanks, Clare :-) And thanks for submitting your fine story like :-)

Geoff H
Unfortunately, providing links to lists of words that *MAY* be prepositions does not guarantee that the use of a word from a list is actually used as a preposition.

The very first sentence in story 003, for instance, ends "...on the outside". Here 'on' is a preposition, but 'outside', although it *CAN* be used as a preposition, is here a *NOUN*; the use of the definite article 'the' before it makes that clear.

The very first sentence in story 006 is "His strength the more is." Obviously ending with a verb, not a preposition. (This may be due to the fact that it's not been made *TOTALLY* clear that, unlike other challenges, *EVERY* sentence must follow the rule.)

Story 034 has sentences ending:

  • "...after." (adverb)
  • " save." (verb)
  • " the past." (noun)
  • "...all hidden." (adjective)

You say in the rules that "anyone can submit - it's not a competition, everyone who enters is a winner", but if the challenge is to end *EVERY* sentence with a preposition, then surely entries that don't can't qualify, can they?

Chris Fielden
Hi Geoff. Thanks for this. Of course, you are right, some of the stories use words that could be prepositions, but are not due to the structure of the sentences they appear in.

However, the challenges are about learning and people having a go - primarily, having fun with writing. The first challenge we launched was a 'rule breaking' challenge, so I have kept that theme throughout and not been too strict with the criteria. That's part of the fun.

I think that having the mistakes in there, and you pointing them out, is more valuable than me correcting them. And, to be honest, I don't have an academic background, so am likely to miss some of these when editing - I find prepositions confusing myself, so am learning just by running the challenge with Ville.

What I'd like to do, if you are open to it, is use your comments in the introduction to the book, when it is published, so readers can learn from it. Would that be OK with you?

Geoff H
I'm fine with all your points and queries.

If you are relaxed about this, then OK; it is your challenge, after all!

I came across a list of words somewhere on the web that specified how each word could be used - preposition, adjective, adverb - but I can't remember where that was now... It can be difficult to work out in some instances.

Keep up the good work.

Chris Fielden
Hi Geoff. OK, great stuff - thanks for that.

I think the examples might be in the links above, in the 'about' section of the page. If not, similar ones should be there. One of them links to an eBook that has some pretty good explanations in it. If you do happen across the one you saw, please let me know. If it's not included in my links I'll add it!

Mike ST
This was a tricky one to do. After reading Geoff's comments above, I'm now not altogether sure if the prepositions in my story are prepositions in the way I've used them. But it's interesting to think about these things.

I would say challenges like this are pretty good for raising awareness of the mechanics of English, especially if we never had specialised 'grammar' lessons in school (I know I didn't).

Curiously, having studied various foreign languages, I'd have no problem telling you when a word does or doesn't function as a preposition in, say, German. But English? Ich habe keine Ahnung davon.

Chris Fielden
Hi Mike. You make a good point re learning the language. Like you, I didn't have grammar lessons at school, so playing around with words like this certainly helps. Apparently the rules regarding prepositions were originally based on Latin and that's why they don't translate well into a language like English, where there are so many exceptions to any rule.

Mike R
Apparently, about 400 years ago, prepositions were introduced into the English language to replace Latin inflections. Appearing at the beginning, middle or end of a word, inflections are grammatical categories that denote possession, gender and location, amongst others. The original Latin word is 'praeposito', literally 'place before'. It is perhaps where 'do not end a sentence with a preposition' comes from. In modern day English, however, the rule no longer applies.

Given this challenge is both educational and fun, many of us want to be in on it and very happy to be part of.

Chris Fielden
Thanks that for, Mike. Glad a part of it you want to be.

Cheryl-lya SB
Dear Chris and Ville, this has been such a treat, the stories here have been so entertaining! I'm really nervous to submit, given some of the comments, if not for fun or charity, why be scared?

Chris Fielden
Glad you enjoyed the challenge, Cheryl-lya. Thanks for submitting. No need to be scared - it's all part of the fun :-)

Kathryn B
Hi Chris, I have to say I really enjoyed the preposition challenge (in fact, I'm enjoying all of them!).

I saw Geoff's comments and found a link which does explain how some words have different types of preposition meaning etc.

It would have been hard to have used only preposition words whilst I did my own, but I did learn something new today and I have bookmarked the website, so for that, I'm very happy.

Link here:


Chris Fielden
Thanks for sharing this, Kathryn - very much appreciated.

And I'm glad to hear you're enjoying the writing challenges and learning from them - that's fab news :-)

Dave M
Hi Chris, just submitted to this challenge. I could have sworn my last line featured an exclamation mark. Please excise this and the quote marks. I have donned the hair-shirt of shame, and public self flaggelation will follow. Enjoyed doing this challenge.

Chris Fielden
Hi Dave, exorcised for you :-)

Jay B
This was a sticky one, up and over. Well, I've run out of challenges like. Maybe I'll think one up?

Chris Fielden
Thanks, Jay. There are more in the pipeline. And there are other run in the Facebook group, so you might want to join that?

Fiona M J
I have submitted a story, and all of its sentence-ends are real prepositions. If it goes up, will there be a link to it that I can share on social media? Preferably a link that people can click through to see my story?

Chris Fielden
Hi Fiona. Thank you for submitting. Your story has been published.

I'm afraid there aren't links to individual stories, so you'll have to share the page link. Most writers just share that and say what number their story is, so other people can find it easily. Sorry about that.