neelwrites/pitcairn/whatpegmansaw/historicalfiction/175/25/06/2017

WHAT PEGMAN SAW

Pitcairn Islands, British Overseas Territory

Pitcairn Islands, British Overseas Territory

Today Pegman takes us to the Pitcairn Islands, British Overseas Territory.

Feel free to stroll around the area using the Google street view and grab any picture you choose to include in your post.

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EAT, LOVE & MAKE BABIES   

(GENRE: HISTORICAL FICTION)

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By Neel Anil Panicker

Hot molten rage seared through Len Brown’s veins. His age ravaged face began to contort; soon his legs turned limp and his vision blurred.

It looked any moment he would suffer a paralytic attack.

The septuagenarian steadied himself against the stands as Judge Malcolm Hartford’s gravel voice ricocheted off the domed walls of the makeshift courtroom.

“I hereby pronounce the accused guilty of six charges of under age sex.”

 

Outside, a motley crowd listened to a doughty woman’s harangue.

“This should never have taken place,” she thundered. “The Pitcairns have been bullied. Ours is a sex culture. It’s consensual. We sleep, eat, drink, and cohabitate with our own, age be dammed!”

Thrusting her face towards the TV cameras, she bellowed, “How else would two men, 11 women, and a young girl have survived and grown to 50 and beyond? Yes, we share our men, for our comfort, for procreation, for survival. And fuck the goddammed all knowing prudes who throw us the rule book, quote the Scriptures, and decide upon what’s moral and what’s not.”

©neelanilpanicker2017 #whatpegmansaw  #historical fiction  #175words

BACKGROUND:

Pitcairn sexual assault trial of 2004

On 30 September 2004, seven men living on Pitcairn Island (including Steve Christian, the mayor, and representing a third of the male population of the island) went on trial facing 55 charges relating to sexual offences. On 24 October, all but one of the defendants were found guilty on at least some of the charges.[1][2][3] Another six men living abroad, including Shawn Christian, the current mayor of Pitcairn, were tried on 41 charges in a separate trial in Auckland, New Zealand, in 2005.

 

 

 

neelwrites/FFfAW/silverlining/175/20/06/2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of June 20, 2017

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A Silver Lining

By Neel Anil Panicker

An exasperated Raghav stomped out of the room, slamming the door shut, striding like a raging bull towards the balcony.

There, as the cold blast of the nightly air blew in from the sea, he arched his head upwards towards the sky.

Something that he always did; the sky being his blanket, his guardian angel, omniscient and ever protective.

He needed its solace, especially now, when his mind was a maze, fast spiralling into the dark dungeons of uncertainty.

His eyes scanned the blue swathe above him.  The cold grey sky seemed un-obliging; a tumultuous, ragged cloud that bellowed and thundered; a precursor to dust storms, lightning and torrential rains.

Unfazed, Raghav kept the faith amidst the howling of the winds, the flashes of forked lightning and the persistent claps of thunder.

His efforts paid off, as miraculously the skies changed hue, the clouds bid adieu, and as if on cue, the stratosphere lit up a bright red.

And with that realisation dawned__Sheena was right, he was wrong.

He turned back, pledging to make amends.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FFfAW #fiction #175words

neelwrites/burkhalifa/whatpegmansaw/150/18/06/2017

WHAT PEGMAN SAW

Burj Khalifa, Dubai

Today Pegman takes us to the Burj Khalifa in Dubai.

Feel free to stroll around the area using the Google street view and grab any picture you choose to include in your post.

To enjoy stories inspired by the What Pegman Saw prompt or to submit your own 150-word story, visit the inLinkz button:

UNIMAGINABLE HEIGHTS

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By Neel Anil Panicker

The cityscape of Dubai with its palm tree lined linear streets, the domed minarets, the hexagonal  odd patches of green on an otherwise sand kissed topography__all were a blur, like a colony of ants, barely visible to the naked eye, and yet glistening in the blistering heat of the desert sun.

As Lubna watched the visual spread of ever changing kaleidoscopic colours from her 150th floor hotel room at the Burj Khalifa, she felt on top of the world, both literally and metaphorically.

A whirlwind romance, a lavish wedding, and now, two days later, a dream honeymoon in the skies, around 3000 feet above the earth__ God had been generous nee lavish in showering his blessings.

She turned around and tiptoed towards the master bed, towards the man of her dreams, intending to lather his handsome face with sweet kisses.

Under the covers, Usman waited, knife in hand.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #whatpegmansaw #fiction #148words

neelwrites/link/sixsentencestories/158words/15/06/2017

WELCOME TO SIX SENTENCE STORIES

ENCE STORIES

Six sentences,  any genre, link thurs a.m. and hop, link and hop…

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This week’s cue is LINK

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A LINK-UP

By Neel Anil Panicker

Inspector Sharma moved away from the dinner table and was now intently studying a Raja Verma nude oil painting mounted on the walls just above the liquor cabinet, desperately trying to decipher the inexorable link between the kings of yore and their ever pliant subjects.

“What were you doing between the ten and eleven on Sunday night when the murders are believed to have been committed”?

The question seemed to have caught Ram Bahadur by surprise and a shiver of fear ran down his spine; his already droopy old man’s eyes further wilting under the penetrative gaze of the senior cop.

‘I…I…was here Sir, very much here, serving food to Gulati Sir and Madam.’

The air around the curvaceous hall suddenly grew dense as a wry smile formed around Inspector Sharma’s whisker-ringed lips.

The postmortem report had categorically mentioned the Gulatis had not eaten a single morsel of food for at least six hours prior to their violent deaths.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #sixlinetales #fiction  #158words

neelwrites/whatpegmansaw/guatemala/historicalfiction/150words/12/06/2017

WHAT PEGMAN SAW

hosted by https://whatpegmansaw.com/2017/06/10/guatemala-city/Guatemala City

Today Pegman walks through Guatemala City

Feel free to stroll around the area using the Google street view and grab any picture you choose to include in your post.

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GAME, SET, MATCH   (GENRE:HISTORICAL FICTION)

By Neel Anil Panicker

‘Answer me correctly and I’ll marry you.’

“Shoot,” shot back Alex Mathews, a final year exchange student from Michigan.

Today was his last day in Guatemala City. Jessica and he were at the Universidad Francisco Marroquin campus, inside the Museo Popol Vuh, gazing at the richest collections of Maya art in the world.

‘What’s that?’, she asked, pointing towards a sharp pointed conical tool.

“That”, said Alex, “is the Paleoindian stone knife. It was used way back in 9000 BC by hunter gatherers who entered the Americas from Eurasia. They built ice corridors extending…”

‘Impressive. One more,’ she said. ‘Are you the hunter or the hunted?’

Alex lowered his six foot tall frame, gazed evenly into Jessica’s eyes and replied, “With you…always the hunted”.

Her eyes turned a huge blob of lava. He imagined hot rocks bursting out of that gorgeous volcano vent of a mouth.

She whispered, ‘I’m game.’

©neelanilpanciker2017 #whatpegmansaw #historicalfiction #150words

HISTORICAL BACKGROUND:

Paleo-Indians, Paleoindians or Paleoamericans is a classification term given to the first peoples who entered, and subsequently inhabited, the Americas during the final glacial episodes of the late Pleistocene period. The prefix “paleo-” comes from the Greek adjective palaios (παλαιός), meaning “old” or “ancient”.

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The Popol Vuh Museum takes its name from the Popol Vuh, one of the most important texts of the indigenous literature of the New World. Written in the western highlands of Guatemala around 1550, Popol Vuh brings together a set of myths and historical accounts of great importance for the study of the indigenous peoples of Guatemala. The names of their authors are unknown, but there are indications that it was written by prominent members of the nobility of the Quiche kingdom, which dominated a large region of the Guatemalan highlands at the time of the Spanish conquest. Written in a neat poetic style, it is also a masterpiece in literary terms.

The Popol Vuh presents a mythological version of the creation of the world, followed by an account of the adventures of the twin gods, Hunahpú and Xbalanqué, in primordial times, before the creation of the human being.The triumphs of the heroes against the primordial forces and the gods of death give rise to the creation of the man from the corn. The second part of the text concentrates on the origins of the ruling Quiché lineages, their migration to the Guatemalan highlands, their conquest of territory, the establishment of their main city and the history of their kings until the Spanish conquest.

The original text of the sixteenth century has been lost. It is known that it was written in Quiche language, but using the Spanish alphabet. At the beginning and end of the book, the authors mentioned that they wrote it because it was no longer possible to see a book called Popol Vuh, which existed in the past. Much has been speculated about the nature of this book, which should have existed before the Spanish conquest. It is likely to have been a pictorial manuscript similar to the postclassic codices known in central Mexico.

The oldest surviving text of the Popol Vuh is a transcription of the Quiche text made at the beginning of the 18th century by the Dominican friar Francisco Ximénez, who also made the first translation known in Spanish. Ximénez presented in double column the Quiche text next to the Spanish version, and titled it “They begin the Stories of the Origin of the Indians of this Province of Guatemala” . This manuscript is in the Ayer Collection of the Newberry Library of the City of Chicago. It was extracted from the library of the National University of Guatemala by the French abbe Charles Etienne Brasseur de Bourbourg, who published it for the first time completely in 1861. Since then, numerous editions and translations have been made.

The word Popol Vuh literally means “book of the mat”. Among Mesoamerican peoples, mats or petates were symbols of the authority and power of kings. They were used as seats for rulers, high-ranking courtiers and heads of lineages. For this reason, the title of the book has been translated as “Council Book” .

The mythological accounts of the Popol Vuh are closely related to other mythological texts collected at the beginning of the colonial period, as well as with many oral traditions that are still preserved in the indigenous communities of Guatemala and other parts of Mesoamerica. In recent decades it has been shown that they also find close parallels in classical Mayan art. In particular, the scenes painted on the polychrome pottery of the classical period in the Maya lowlands present figures of gods and mythological scenes related to the myths of the Popol Vuh. The Popol Vuh Museum houses an important set of such scenes, painted 800 years before the writing of the text that we know today.

neelwrites/FFfAW/lost-inspectorsharma/06/06/2017

LOST IN THE WILDERNESS

By Neel Anil Panicker

Inspector Sharma pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and covered his mouth.

The effort proved to be in vain. The invasive stench wriggled out of half hidden creeks and crevices edging past rocky outgrowths and mated with other equally repulsive odours.

A second more here and Inspector Sharma knew he would be a dead man; killed, quite ironically, not by a criminal’s .303 bullet but by the vagaries of Nature.

Sharp police eyes took in the details: Male, around 35, five feet nine, well built, expensive white crepe shirt, matching trousers, pure leather pointed brown shoes, gold ring on the left index finger, most likely married, no visible external injuries.

Inspector Sharma scratched his head.

A suicide? In the middle of the forest? Miles from civilization? Who would come this far to kill himself?

Or, is it a murder? Killed elsewhere, body dumped here?

But then his informer had said…

It was then that he heard it, a slight rustling of the leaves behind him. By the time he turned around it was too late.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FFfAW #fiction #shortstory #175words

Written for FLASH FICTION WEEKLY CHALLENGE

FFfAW Challenge-Week of June 6, 2017

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neelwrites/FFfAW/streetcarnameddesrire/shortstory/150words/30/05/2017

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

1. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.

2. Linking for this challenge begins on Tuesday and runs to the following Monday evening.

3. Please credit photo to photographer.

4. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). Please try and stay within this limit.

5. Pingback to the challenge post in your story’s post.

6. This is a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less) and each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Therefore, no serial (continuation) stories. They become too complicated for our readers.

7. Add your story to the InLinkz Link-up (Blue Froggy button).

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A STREET CAR NAMED DESIRE

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan. Thank you Yinglan for our photo prompt!

By Neel Anil Panicker

 ‘Oh! these oldies,’ Alia mouthed to herself, exasperated to the core.

It was just an hour ago when she had faced defeat at the hands of her mother.

“No ways. No ways will I allow my only child to drive down to town on her own. Besides, you go mad behind the wheels, you know”.

She knew better than to argue with that.

Only last week she had rammed Dad’s peach red Dzire straight into the neighbour’s walls. An error of judgement, she surmised.

Only that it dented the family fortune by twenty grands.

Add to that the near non-stop sermonizing juggernaut that followed about the vices of allowing greenhorns freedom excess of what they deserve.

“You could take the tram, instead.”

‘What? Tram? Give me a break mom. Trams are so passé, you know,’ Alia protested.

“Not if you are looking for love. Ask Dad if you don’t believe me.”

©neelanilpanciker2017 #FFfAW #150 words #fiction #shortstory