neelwrites/loveisintheasir/kite/threelinetales/100wordswednesday/fiction/shortstory/16/02/2018

SHORT STORY/FICTION

LOVE IS IN THE AIR

three line tales, week 107: diaries, roses and bobbins with sewing thread

 

By Neel Anil Panicker

All summer he was just a kite flyer, one more among several other ten year olds whose psychedelic kites soared the skies.

Until one day when the winds of change blew.

As his nimble hands expertly manoeuvred the thread, he looked to his left.

It was then that he saw her.

She was on the opposite terrace, reading a book.

She lifted her head and spotted him spotting her.

From that moment the controls switched.

She had taken over the steering wheel of his life, their lives, for the next sixty odd years.

Thereafter, it was roses all the way.

©neelanilpanicker2018 #fiction #flash #100words #kiteflyer

Three Line Tales, Week 107

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LINKS TO MY AMAZON BESTSELLER DEBUT NOVEL  “WHEN LIFE THROWS THOSE

CURVE BALLS”

 

 

LINKS TO MY AMAZON BESTSELLER DEBUT NOVEL  “WHEN LIFE THROWS THOSE

CURVE BALLS”

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neelwrites/nomeetingground/fiction/threelinetales/200words/shorttsory/08/02/2018

NO MEETING GROUND

By Neel Anil Panicker

‘Remember me? You were my crush three decades ago. Oh no, how will you ever? I mean how the hell will you_Champion Number One, Alfred the Great__ever remember anyone from his long interred past, especially a mere slip of a thirteen year old girl who also was his twin sister’s BFF, a puny pony- tailed acne scarred foor foot high skinny apparition that answered to the rather rustic sounding ear splitting name of Bhuvaneshwari Vatsalyam?’

“A what? And who? Excuse me, but do I know you? I mean have I met you before”

‘Ah! there you go. And that’s exactly my point. That you never knew me and that I never knew you and that we never knew each other and that we never ever lived in a small hill town called Darjeeling and that we never ever went to Saint Mary’s High School, and that we never ever got scolded and ass-caned by Reverend Father F.J.W. Z. Lombart, the seven foot tall Belgian principal, incidentally also the best goalkeeper in all of West Bengal, and that I am so super blessed that our paths, that isyours and mine, never ever crossed and never ever would. So goodbye, Mr STRANGER.”

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neelwrites/nothingnewaboutnewyear/threelinetales/fiction/flash/shortstory/01/01/2018

Three Line Tales, Week 100 (!!!)

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NOTHING NEW ABOUT THE NEW YEAR

three line tales, week 100: a ferris wheel in Paris with soldiers patrolling

 

By Neel Anil Panicker

Two dead in late night pub shootout…Drunken revelry ends in six dead…Roof Top party ends in smoke…City erupts in violence.

New Year’s newspaper headlines never changed, they only got worse as Inspector Sharma heard his wife slam the phone down on the other end, supremely pissed off by his pithy explanations for once again not being home to ring in the start of 2018.

Sharma sat down resignedly at his desk, splashed a large swig of McDonald’s Whisky onto his face, mumbled something which was incomprehensible to even his own ears, and then looking across to his Man Friday Constable Pandey slurred, “Whoever said ‘the old order changeth to give way to the new’ was a big asshole”.

©neelanilpanicker2018 #fiction #flash #ThreeLineTales

 

neelwrites/likeabird/ThreeLineTales/fiction/shortstory/145words/27/12/2017

Welcome to Week  of Three Line Tales.

Three Line Tales, Week 99

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LIKE A BIRD

 

three lien tales week 99: a purple sky and a batman shaped belfry

By Neel Anil Panicker

Sheela peered out from her 44 floor penthouse bedroom window at the ever darkening purplish hue that the skies above her had taken, the final dying rays of a distant sun bidding goodbye to earthlings from beyond the mountain tops.

Things that were never so clear, that we always saw as smudged versions of a skewed reality suddenly metamorphose into crystal clear clarity, as if pulled out from a bottomless dungeon and into red hot blazing light, all the work of some magical genie.

As a lone bird flapped her wings and disappeared behind the clouds, she knew it was time too for her to make the move, time for her take that big leap, time for to her put an end to her caged ivory tower existence, time for her to soar the skies, time for her to be free, finally.

©NEELANILPANICKER2017 #THREELINETALES#FICTION #SHORTSTORY #145WORDS

neelwrites/dramornightmare/part28ofADANGEROUSLOVE/novella/fiction/02/12/2017

Three Line Tales, Week 96

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DREAM OR NIGHTMARE?

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?

©neelanilpanicker2017 #PART 28 of A DANGEROUS LOVE #FICTION #NOVELLA #120 WORDS

neelwrites/sinkingin/threelinetales/shortstory/flashfiction/17/11/2017

Welcome to Week 94 of Three Line Tales.

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SINKING IN

three line tales week 94: old pots in a sink

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By Neel Anil Panicker

I wake up groggy eyed; last night’s indulgences stare down at me, half mocking, half pitying, unspooling in slow motion the debauchery of soiled existences.

 

The passion soaked proclamations of undying love; the neatly worded trope of cast iron truths; the early morning endlessly long surreal walks along barrens beaches; the midnight wanderings into the other’s heart and soul__all these and then some more eventually turn into deathly tombstones of that eternal falsehood called first love.

 

It takes time to sink in; by the time reality hits, you and everything around you has turned into a flotilla of orphaned memories.

©NEELANILPANCIKER2017 #THREELINETALES #100WORDS #FLASHFICTION #SHORTSTORY

neelwrites/amillioncriesinthedark/threelinetales/fiction/flash/shortstory/169words/03/11/2017

Three Line Tales, Week 92

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A MILLIONS CRIES IN THE DARK

three line tales week 92: shadow people in a see of reddish light

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Neel Anil Panicker

There they stood, lighted candles in their hands, alongside a million others of their ilk, all standing up for once and voicing their opinions, speaking out against what they thought and felt was wrong and went against the tenets of natural order and justice.

All night long they kept vigil, shouting themselves hoarse, alternatively pleaded, cajoled, harangued, insinuated, hurled invectives, threatened, begged…did everything that was in their command to try and convince the powers that be to step down from their high horses, to peep out of their ivory towers and cast a sympathetic eye towards the havoc their life threatening policies have wrecked.

Alas! It was not to be. Centuries of flapping around in the rarefied waters of omnipotent power had made them all expert swimmers, drunk to their gills as the heady waves of unbridled power swept them higher and higher, far away from the very toiling masses whose dreams and wishes they had not very long vowed to fulfill but now so cruelly roughshod over.

©NEELANILPANICKER2017  #FICTION #FLASH #THREELINETALES #169WORDS