neelwrites/she’sgottheblues/FF/fiction/16/08/2017

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18 August 2017

SHE’S GOT THE BLUES

(genre: historical fiction)

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

By Neel Anil Panicker

A week ago Asha watched on TV the heart wrenching visuals of countless Blue Whales swept ashore, their glistening gargantuan lifeless forms on the sandy ocean bed.

Quite a few had turned this vista into a photo-op, clicking selfies while poking, nudging, pricking at the creatures in a misplaced show of braggadocio.

Watching the horrific grainy images, Asha had dropped more than a tear,

her heart breaking out in silent prayers for the departed.

A week later it was revenge time; the blue whales played a game on her only son.

A mother paid the price for a son’s hubris.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FF #fiction #she’sgottheblues #100words

HISTORICAL BACKGROUND

Blue Whale (game)

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

The Blue Whale Game (RussianСиний кит, Siniy kit) also “Blue Whale Challenge”, is an Internet “game” that is claimed to exist in several countries. The game allegedly consists of a series of tasks assigned to players by administrators during a 50-day period, with the final challenge requiring the player to commit suicide.[1][2] The term “Blue Whale” comes from the phenomenon of beached whales, which is linked to suicide.

Blue Whale began in Russia in 2013 with “F57”, one of the names of the so-called “death group” of the VKontaktesocial network,[3] and allegedly caused its first suicide in 2015.[4][5] Philipp Budeikin, a former psychology student who was expelled from his university, claimed that he invented the game. Budeikin stated that his purpose was to “clean” the society by pushing to suicide those he deemed as having no value.[

neelwrites/stalker/sixsentencestories/16/07/2017

Six Sentence Stories Cue of the Week-MINE

Hosted by https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2017/08/13/six-sentence-stories-cue-of-the-week-7/

THE STALKER

By Neel Anil Panicker

The eyes turned a blazing orb of fire.

Hot molten rage surged through his veins.

Within moments, as his head bobbed like an unhinged ferris wheel, maddeningly hurtling around in topsy turvy frenzy, his body began convulsing and contorting, emitting blood, bile and sweat from every single pore of his six-foot tall muscular frame.

Shorn of all senses, he slashed around, the knife in his hands slicing and dicing, cutting and chopping into pieces his beloved.

It was her life he had snuffed out, she to whom he had professed his eternal love until his very last breath.

The ghastly deed over, he stood there in the middle of the rush hour traffic, the spectre of a crazed soul, screaming his lungs out, ‘she is mine and mine alone.’

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #sixsentencestories #thestalker #133words

neelwrites/ontherocks/FF/99words/11/07/2017

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS

Hosted by the charming Rochelle at https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/08/09/11-august-2017/

ON THE ROCKS

PHOTO PROMPT© CEAyr

 

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Hmm! That’s a really big rock”, exclaimed Aruna with barely concealed envy.

That instantly lit up Vaishali’s face; a face one of her several admirers had likened to a ‘Leonardo Da Vinci portrait’.

‘The Mona Lisa itself’, had gushed someone else.

Looking over the shoulders of her bestie, Vaishali surveyed the happy, smiling visages around her.

The movers and shakers of Kolkata had descended this cool Sunday evening to celebrate her betrothal to the Prince of Kolkata.

Vaishali eyed her engagement ring and sighed.

Alas! none would be there when her Prince would turn pauper.

Least of all, she.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #FF #99words

neelwrites/scratch/sixsentencestories/fiction/117words/10/09/2017

Welcome to Six Sentence Stories

Hosted by the lovely Zoe at https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2017/08/09/welcome-to-six-sentence-stories-58/

6 sentences any way you like using the cue SCRATCH.

SCRATCH THAT!

By Neel Anil Panicker

I would like to know the real you?

Well then, for that you need to scratch the surface.

And how exactly do I do that?

To begin with, you can start by being forever nice to me, occasionally taking me out to a movie, preferably Hollywood and one that features George Clooney or next best Brad Pitt; and then winding that up with a delectable candlelight dinner for two at a bespoke Mexican restaurant that has soft piped music oozing out of its kaleidoscopic Rembrandt painted walls.

Wow, that’s quite a tall order?

True, but if you can do all this and a bit more you have found your match and will certainly receive a good catch.

#sixsentencestories #fiction #scratch #117words

 

neelwrites/ThreeLineTales/fiction/bus/117words/10/08/2017

Three Line Tales, Week 80

Hosted by Sonya at https://only100words.xyz/2017/08/10/three-line-tales-week-80/

BUSSING AROUND

three line tales week 80: a blue old school VW camper van

photo by Annie Theby via Unsplash

 

By Neel Anil Panicker

Rahul had clearly missed the bus.

Hurtling down the wrong side of forty, the senior accounts assistant could teach a thing or two to every newbie in town; at last count his office had recruited not less than 20 of them, all with fancy  CA prefixed to their names, and it was sadly ironical that all these greenhorns partook of fat cat eight figure dollar salaries despite coming to him for resolution of all their problems, doubts, issues et al.

But then harsh reality struck Rahul and he realized that they had something that he didn’t have and never ever could even dream of possessing__the art of knowing which side of the bread needs to be buttered.

(neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #threelinetales #bus #117words

neelwrites/FF/something’ssmelly/fiction/100words/02/08/2017

Something’s smelly

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

By Neel Anil Panicker

It began as a single red rose.

Delivered to her workstation; initially, only on Mondays, and then on every other day, and finally, every single day.

All placed inwards, as if the benefactor were aware of the seating arrangement of the beneficiary; the flowers, fresh and trimmed to perfection were delivered with metronomic precision within a measly thirty seconds, the time that it took for Esther to grab a cup of espresso from the office corner.

It’s only when the largesse began arriving at her doorsteps and came wrapped around

a pair of surgical blades that cold fear set in.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FF #fiction #something’ssmelly #100words

 

neelwrites/FF/phoningaround/fiction/romance/100words/27/07/2017

Friday Fictioneers

 Hosted by the charmingly talented grand doyenne of flash fiction Rochelle

at https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/07/26/28-july-2017/  

For other more wonderful stories click on 

PHONING AROUND

phone-booth-jhc

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

By Neel Anil Panicker

GENRE:ROMANCE

 “You calling from jail?”

From my cell. You see, I don’t break my promises.

“But isn’t that risky? Also illegal? I mean you could get caught.”

I’m bowled. It’s much riskier wooing the only child of an underworld don, one who is infamous for roasting alive his enemies in a hot oil tumbler.

“My dad has never gone to jail.”

Maybe, but he sure can send me to hell.

“I will join you.”

Where? In hell?

“No stupid. In heaven. We’ll make heaven, our own heaven on this Earth.”

‘You are such a sweet talker.’

“And you are a smooth operator.”

(neelanilpanciker2017 #FF #fiction #shortstory #100words