neelwrites/agapinghole/FF/fiction/flash/100words/19/10/2017

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS hosted by  ROCHELLEWISOFF at https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/10/18/13-october-2017/

A GAPING HOLE

By Neel Anil Panicker

When a big tree falls, the ground beneath it shakes.

He wasn’t just a big tree, he was the biggest tree the family had ever known.

All grew under his protective shade, come hail, rain, or sunshine.

He was our lodestar, our go to man, friend, philosopher, guide__ all rolled into one, there for us in all seasons, for all reasons__imparting solidity and strength where needed, vision and guidance for those who sought him out, encircling in his massive arms the infirm and the fragile.

Now, we merely exist, woefully ill-equipped to battle the curve balls that life often throws.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FridayFictioneers #fiction #flash #100words

Advertisements

neelwrites/loadedsignals/FFfAW/flashfiction/174words/18/10/2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of October 17, 2017

Hosted at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/10/16/fffaw-challenge-week-of-october-17-2017/ by Priceless Joy

LOADED SIGNALS

By Neel Anil Panicker

Mrs Pankaj rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

Another scribble on the wall. This time thankfully something a tad recognizable.

Two vertical strokes and a curved line below it.

What did that mean?

She walked into the kitchen and turned on the gas.

Nothing like some plain coffee to unclog the senses.

So they are back, their threat as alive as the morning sun.

She turned away and caught herself in the mirror.

Who says the fifties are history?

Innocent wide eyes that twinkled like the stars; a high cheek boned butter can melt bone china face that seemed to cock a snook at the passing years.

A smile crept up as a strobe of light streaked through the translucent windows and settled on the edges of her auburn all curls windswept hair.

They were her crowning glory, her pride, her joy.

It was only then that she understood.

It was them__the braid choppers.

And she, their next target.

The sauce pan hissed in the background.

She didn’t care. Her thoughts were travelling far away.

©neelanilpanciker2017 #FFfAW #flashfiction #174words

neelwrites/thebeachmurders/FFfAW/fiction/crime/180words/13/10/2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of October 10, 2017

Hosted by

THE BEACH MURDERS

 

By Neel Anil Panicker

Inspector Sharma hurriedly rifled through his trouser pockets.

He was a tad late; by the time he retrieved his handkerchief, he had puked__pungent bile dripping all over his freshly ironed police uniform.

“Sir, what to do now?”.

Bloody fool, can’t he see, what else to do now.

With great effort the senior cop controlled his burgeoning rage .

“Pandey, call the Forensics. Also, have the postmortem done. And…keep your trap shut.”

He watched his deputy turn away.

Then, despite himself, he looked down one last time at the body.

Young, maybe 22-23, white skinned, plausibly a foreigner, he surmised. His eyes noticed the half torn ultra chic clothes, a blue top furiously ripped apart, half exposed oval shaped breasts, and a criss cross of knife engravings on them.

He turned around.

Despite the early hour, it was as if the entire village had congregated.

A couple of men slinging cameras headed his way.

‘The vultures,’ he muttered, ‘already out for flesh even before the meat has turned cold’.

(c)neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #flashfiction #FFfAW #180words

neelwrites/timeforachat/FF/flashfiction/shortstory/100words/13/10/2017

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS hostedby the ever reliant Rochellewisoff

at https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/10/11/6-october-2017/

TIME FOR A CHAT

By Neel Anil Panicker

‘Cash, jewellery, appliances, cars…nothing’s missing. Looks like it’s personal.’

“Very personal”.

The two looked at the seven bodies strewn like mashed potatoes all over the tiled floor; their heads decapitated, hands tied to backs with nylon tape, every single body space sporting horrific burn marks.

‘Maybe, they were looking for information; turned mad when they didn’t find it, and decided to kill them all.’

“Could be, ” said Inspector Sharma as he moved towards the balcony.

“Bring her to the police station,” he said looking into the bejewelled eyes of the mynah.

“Once she talks, all secrets will tumble out.”

(c)neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #flashfiction #FridayFictioneers #100words

neelwrites/eternalpeaceinNature’sarms/fiction/shortstory/09/10/2017

ETERNAL PEACE IN NATURE’S ARMS

forest1

By Neel Anil Panicker

Of late, especially, and more so, since Sushma’s sudden death, the daily climb up the forested slope was proving to be quite tedious.
It wasn’t as if he had suddenly turned infirm or that his body had refused to obey the dictates of the mind.
On the contrary, for a septuagenarian leading a superannuated existence, John Albert Dayal, retired Eastern Railways Senior Superintendent, was doing pretty well,  ever fit and agile, his six foot ramrod straight frame a source of much envy among neighbours less than half his age.

Hiking up the trail was something he had always looked forward to.

“Why do you need to torture your bones by insisting on going up that forested hill. Don’t you know that it is infested with wild animals?” harangued his sister Martha, a year older to him, and recently widowed.
Left to herself, she would do nothing but bake honey dipped nutty chocolate cakes,  a delicacy she had learnt back in the days when she was young and employed at Hot Breads, the preferred eating joint of the gourmands.

But John was of a different breed.
Rather than indulging in such rich sweetmeats, which anyways he avoided like the plague ever since the doctor pronounced him as afflicted with advanced  diabetes and abnormally high blood pressure, he found pleasure in Nature.
So off he went, his ears oblivious to Martha’s protestations,
In no time he had left behind the city landscapes and waded deep into a thick foliage of pine and cedar trees.

Feeling slightly heavy and uncharacteristically tired, he sat down under the bark of a giant peepal tree and looked upwards.
From behind the thick foliage, the sun’s rays snaked in and sketched strobed images on his parched visage.
After a while he reclined his back against the tree trunk, stretched his legs out, and closed his eyes.

And that’s how they found him the next morning.
‘Fortuitous of him to go that way’, was the general consensus of all who knew him.

(c)neelanilpanicker2017 WritePhoto #Thursday Photo Prompt #fiction#flashfiction #shortstory #334words

Written for Thursday Photo Prompt hosted by at https://scvincent.com/2017/10/08/glade-writephoto-by-willow/

Glade – #writephoto by Willow

Also written for

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Saturday Mix – Same Same But Different, 7 October 2017

Welcome to the Saturday Mix, 9 September 2017! at https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/09/09/saturday-mix-same-same-but-different-9-september-2017/

This week we are diving into the depths of our thesaurus and exploring the world of synonyms.

Same Same But Different
Your ‘Same Same But Different’ task is to take the five challenge words and NOT use them in your writing. That’s right, you need to dig out your thesaurus and find a synonym for each word instead.

Your words are:

  1. produce
  2. puncture
  3. smile
  4. young
  5. difficult

Your writing form is either poetry or prose.

neelwrites/remainsoftheday/100wordwednesday/100wordstories/fiction/flashfiction/07/10/2017

100 Word Wednesday: Week 39 – The Travellator.

Hosted by

https://bikurgurl.com/2017/10/04/100-word-wednesday-week-39/Bikurgurl at 

100 Word Wednesday: Week 39

REMAINS OF THE DAY

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Why don’t you take the easy way out then__ go ahead and take the Blue Whale Challenge?”

Fifteen-year-old Karthik, temporarily befuddled, spluttered out, “Who wants to wait for 50 days, Mom”?

***

A recorded message ricocheted off the metallic domes of the underground Metro station.

“We are sorry to inform that train services shall remain suspended today. We are…”

A collective moan escaped the lips of the stranded passengers.

His school bag, firmly strapped to his back, Karthi, his shoulders stooped, dragged himself home.

“How was your day, son”?

‘Not bad, Mom.’

He had survived Day One of the challenge.

(c)neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #flashfiction #100wordchallenge

image

BACKGROUND INFORMATION:

What is Blue Whale Challenge?

The Blue Whale game or Blue Whale Challenge is believed to be a suicide game wherein a group of administrators or a certain curator gives a participant a task to complete daily — for a period of 50 days — the final of which is the participant committing suicide. Participants are expected to share photos of the challenges/tasks completed by them.

These daily tasks start off easy — such as listening to certain genres of music, waking up at odd hours, watching a horror movie, among others, and then slowly escalate to carving out shapes on one’s skin, self-mutilation and eventually suicide.

There is still uncertainty over how a participant plays the game. While some say the user has to install some app on their smart phone, others say it’s via social media platforms such as Instagram and Facebook where the administrators get in touch with the participant after those interested throw out postings on social media asking for a “curator”. A number of different hashtags— #bluewhalechallenge, #curatorfindme, #i_am_whale — act as signals for the anonymous curators.

neelwrites/ablanklife/ThreeLineTales/fiction/flash/100words/07/10/2017

A BLANK LIFE

By  Neel Anil Panicker

three line tales week 88: dip pen and ink because it's Inktober, innit

photo by Kira auf der Heide via Unsplash

Stormy sea waves lash away relentlessly, ferociously shooting forth icy foams from the ocean beds, maniacally riding the crests and troughs, holding in their froth filled gargantuan arms huge arsenals of soot and silt, which they then send crashing with blinding murderous rage on rocky yet ever subservient shores.
Weasel in hand, Rohit bores his might into the empty white paper; tonight she is intransigent, simply refusing to play muse to his meaningless meanderings.

Love is a two edged sword.When happy, it is an obedient slave, working as per it’s master’s bidding; but when unhappy, the tables turn, turning the once omnipotent master into shuddering vassals.

(c)neelanilpanicker2017 #ThreeLineTales #fiction #flashfiction #100words