neelwrites/poem/tanka/#13/30/10/2016

EARTHEN LIGHTS   By Neel Anil Panicker Sound and lights show on Celebratory fireworks Skies watch from above Earth below dances in joy Good triumphs over evil. (c)neelanilpanicker#tanka#13

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neelwrites/poem/tanka/#13/30/10/2016

EARTHEN LIGHTS  

By Neel Anil Panicker

Sound and lights show on
Celebratory fireworks
Skies watch from above
Earth below dances in joy
Good triumphs over evil.

(c)neelanilpanicker#tanka#13

neelwritespoem/tanka/#13/eternal/31/10/2016

Eternal By Neel Anil Panicker Ephemeral life poses myriad questions answers are still born Incidents lie aplenty Eternal is remembrance. (c)neelanilpanicker2016  #tanka# 13 #OctProWriMo2016

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neelwritespoem/tanka/#13/eternal/31/10/2016

Eternal

By Neel Anil Panicker

Ephemeral life
poses myriad questions
answers are still born
Incidents lie aplenty
Eternal is remembrance.

(c)neelanilpanicker2016  #tanka# 13

#OctProWriMo2016

 

neelwritesblog/fiction/150wordstory/mondaymotivations/#01/crossroads/31/10/2016

Monday Motivations You have 150 words in which to write a story with the following line in it somewhere: This was a matter of life or death. Crossroads By Neel Anil Panicker There was nothing to se…

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neelwritesblog/fiction/150wordstory/mondaymotivations/#01/crossroads/31/10/2016

Monday Motivations

You have 150 words in which to write a story with the following line in it somewhere:

This was a matter of life or death.

Crossroads

By Neel Anil Panicker

There was nothing to see. Almost. His eyes roughly made out the ever darkening silhouette of a sky that looked any moment it would crash into ‘Killer’ Shanks.

‘Killer’ because the Valley had swallowed over a 100 lives. And the year had just begun!

Behind the steering wheel, Rags’ mind lay moored in blank mode.

Despite the cold outside, he found himself sweating.

His turned to his left. Ashima lay curled up, her hands clasping his thighs, totally lost to sleep.

The medicines were at work.

Rags checked his watch. Twenty minutes to two. Time was ticking away.

‘We need to start the operation at two. Otherwise…’

The doctor’s words rammed into his skull.

He turned on the ignition. He had to go. There was no other option

This was a matter of life and death.

Left or right? He took the left hoping it to be right.

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Word count: 149

©neelanilpanicker#150 wordshortstory#flashfiction#01