December 7: Flash Fiction Challenge

December 7 Flash Fiction Challenge at Carrot Ranch @Charli_Mills

In 99 words (no more, no less) write that features a performance. You can interpret what is a performance any way the prompt leads you.

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By Neel Anil Panicker

Two days, seven hours, thirty-one minutes and still counting. There’s no signs of the torture  ever coming to an end. From his secluded perch in the far right hand corner, I watch with eyes as dead as of a dodo’s at the ‘actors’ and their ‘performances’.

The powers that be had even thought out a name for this form of extreme sadism, grandly christening it as ‘ANNUAL SKILL UPLIFTMENT SESSION’.

My foot! The only skill upliftment was that the hapless trainees had by now learnt how to fall into deep slumber with their eyes split wide open.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

By Neel Anil Panicker

Earlier it wasn’t so the case; she loved them, the winters. The luxuriously languorous all night slumber into la la land; the achingly slow waking up to the smell of hot as molten lava garden fresh coffee, the touch of warm veined fingers on frosty cheeks, the entwining of love filled hearts and lust filled bodies.

Aaah! she could go on and on and her dream would have no end.

But end it did.

And cruelly at that.

As she stares through the icicled sheets of coldness she wonders when love went of the window.

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Three Line Tales, Week 96

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three line tales week 96: an Iceland pony in the snow

By Neel Anil Panicker

Liza woke up in a daze, her mind unable to shake off the bizarre visions of a snowy white pony left out in the frosty high hills, its eyes frightened to death and weeping copious tears.

It was D-Day, the day when Ali would be in court, the day when all that she had worked towards must come to fruition, the day that would change her destiny __ hers and Ali’s .

Getting out of the bed, she walked towards the bathroom wondering whether the half formed dream was some sort of a subtle indicator,  an apocalyptic vision of how things would pan out in the hours to follow? Hunter, prey, or bait? What was it? And who was whom?

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100 Word Wednesday: Week 47

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By Neel Anil Panicker

Ali looked down his chin at his blazing red polo shirt, and scowled.

His mind went back to the previous night’s conversation.

“Trust me, it’s safe. She may be the Police Chief’s daughter but she’s also my best friend. She wants five grams of cocaine. Remember, that’s more money you can ever make in a lifetime”.

‘Yeah yeah! I know that. You don’t have to tell me. But why does she want me holding an upturned Forbes magazine outside the Town Hall gates?’

“Ali, that’s ‘coz she likes to spice things up”.


‘Excuse me, do you have a light?’

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PHOTO PROMPT © What’s His Name

By Neel Anil Panicker

A commode in the middle of the forest. Anwar stared at the faded bluish relic that seemed to have come straight from the Dark Ages.

Biological exigencies demanded he use it. He hacked his way past the thick foliage of forested outgrowth, slashing past gossamer spider webs.

Half dropping his pants, he was about to plonk himself onto the seat when he noticed the dehydrated puddle of urine on which floated small balls of human excreta, hair, even traces of blood.

Unmindful, Anwar eased himself into it.

Who says Reality TV winners ever had it easy.

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Welcome to Week 95 of Three Line Tales.

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three line tales week 95: cowboys down under because the first Ashes test starts today

By Neel Anil Panicker 

Dawn’s misty air languorously gave way as the sun made its presence felt through the dense foliage lighting up the zigzagged path ahead as the three outlaws rode astride their fine horses, blissfully unaware of the danger that lurked ahead.

Within no time they were out of the woods but before they could ferret out the speedboat from its usual hiding place behind the jagged creek, a spatter of gunshots sprang all around them.

“It’s over,” hissed Steve to his fellow brigands as he made out the silhouette of the police chief forming shape from among the jacaranda tree branches.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

by Neel Anil Panicker

Raphael rummaged through the attic drawer. He knew he had just about time before the police came.

Moth eaten files of long sold property deed facsimiles; half broken childhood toys; a long bladed steel knife of vintage origin that still carried slight traces of blood, a stark reminder of those halcyon decades when the much awaited weekend family sport was hunting down rabbits and wild boars.

Then he found it__ wedged between a headless Chinese doll and a much abused wicker basket lay the ring, Clare’s engagement ring, the one whose daughter he had just murdered.

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