FFfAW Challenge-Week of June 27, 2017

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121st Challenge

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 06-27 through 07-03-2017

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By Neel Anil Panicker

All his life Uncle Prasad had said yes, green signalling just about everything; consequences be dammed.

And so it was that at age 4 he joined his cousins and pulled off the biggest heist of the time: stealing bagfuls of the finest Alphonso mangoes from the sprawling orchard of the village headman.

At 7 he was playing courier boy, passing over love psalms between hormone high Romeos and Cupid struck Juliets; by 9 taking off to the hills nearby for a night out with the Big Boys.

At 13, he came perilously close to being shot dead from an alert guard’s rifle while his ‘friends’ ran helter skelter after a bank hold-up gone horribly wrong.

At 16, he was carrying a gun, because that’s what all his peers were carrying.

But then all that’s in the past.

Today, half a century later, he’s jumped ahead, changed, turned respectable, married, even become proud grandfather  to six.

But then, at times he wants to go back to when he was 6 or 7, join his buddies to steal mangoes, flirt with girls twice his age, and maybe rob a bank or two.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FFfAW #fiction  #195


Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by the queen of flash fiction the wonderful Rochelle at


Photo Copyright: Ted Strutz

By Neel Anil Panicker

Duffel bag in hand, Ronnie worms his way towards the ramp.

Above the sun beams its pride on his freckled face while the westerly winds shamelessly flirt with his flock of golden brown locks.

A group of teenage girls wriggle past him__flashing, fluttering, thrusting whatever it is they believe makes men go bonkers.

Unmindful, Ronnie walks past Customs and lines up to enter the ferry.

That’s when he spots her.

Long luxuriant hair, high cheek bones, angelic face, killer smile et al.

The ships’s horns blast the final call.

Smiling, he steps in.

It’s going to be some journey.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FF #100words



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:


17 View from the top

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




Six sentences, no more and certainly no less*

Any genre**

Use this week’s  cue  : LIFT any way you like***

Post, read, hop, repeat****


By Neel Anil Panicker

The first time they locked eyes it was in an office lift.

She had just graduated from B-school and was running late for what was her first job interview; he was checking in early having nothing better to do.

She sailed through the interview; he her interviewer.

Thereafter, they exchanged numbers and a little later, their first kiss,

where else but in the same lift.

And when they decided to do what those in love love to do, it was but (pun intended) in the lift.

Pity they found soon enough it was all just lust; physically they were jumping in and out, mentally they lived on entirely different floors.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #sixsentencestories #fiction #111words





By Neel Anil Panicker

For Anita life could be neatly divided into a before and an after.

In the before she was this inveterate prankster, ever effervescent and cheerful, drinking to her heart’s content life’s intoxicating nectar, rifling through life, studying, reading, sleeping and when awake, ever plotting, planning, devising one Machiavellian act after another, all pretty much harmless and expected of any pimply, gauche fifteen-year-old blessed with parents who would steal the moon for her.

But then fate struck its cruelest blow when one dark forlorn weather beaten night the world came crashing down on her; in a tragic car accident she lost the love of her lives, her dear parents.

For months thereafter, pushed to the brink of madness, she found herself locked inside her room, windows closed and curtains drawn, while her shell shocked heart drowned in a bottomless well of sadness.

Eons later when the tears had all dried and there were no further memories left for her to be buried, she got up, drew the curtains aside, opened the windows, and let the sun fall on her tear-swept once cherubic face.

This was her after; she resolved then and there that she was going to take charge of her life, was going to make the best of it, for herself and more importantly, for the sake of her loving parents whose dream it was that their only child one day grow up to be a global world peace leader.

#SIXSENTENCESTORIES #fiction #shortstory #240words


THE 2000 YARD STARE (99 words)

By Neel Anil Panicker 

“Where did you find him.”

‘In the forests behind where we live. Had no clothes on and was screaming. Usually he’s in his room, locked. He half sleeps the night. Is not much harm if you can keep humans away. Don’t know how he got out. Was digging the ground. His eyes an empty stare like were two black holes in his head. Said was gouging Japs out of holes. Been like this ever since they brought him from Paleliu. His station found him among the dead, covered in ponchos.’

“It’s PTSD. Can’t do much. Was better off dead.”

(neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #whatpegmansaw



Today Pegman is visiting Peleliu.

Feel free to stroll around 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:


The Battle of Peleliu, codenamed Operation Stalemate II by the United States military, was fought between the US and the Empire of Japan during the Mariana & Palau Campaign of World War II, from September to November 1944, on the island of Peleliu.

US Marines of the First Marine Division, and later soldiers of the US Army’s 81st Infantry Division, fought to capture an airstrip on the small coral island. This battle was part of a larger offensive campaign known as Operation Forager, which ran from June to November 1944, in the Pacific Theater.

Major General William Rupertus, (USMC commander of 1st Marine Division) predicted the island would be secured within four days.[4]However, after repeated Imperial Army losses in previous island campaigns, Japan had developed new island-defense tactics and well-crafted fortifications that allowed stiff resistance,[5] extending the battle through more than two months. In the United States, this was a controversial battle because of the island’s questionable strategic value and the high casualty rate, which exceeded that of all other amphibious operations during the Pacific War.[6] The National Museum of the Marine Corps called it “the bitterest battle of the war for the Marines”.[7]

The Battle of Peleliu resulted in the highest casualty rate of any amphibious assault in American military history: Of the approximately 28,000 Marines and infantry troops involved, a full 40 percent of the Marines and soldiers that fought for the island died or were wounded, for a total of some 9,800 men (1,800 killed in action and 8,000 wounded). The high cost of the battle was later attributed to several factors, including typical Allied overconfidence in the efficacy of the pre-landing naval bombardment, a poor understanding of Peleliu’s unique terrain, and overconfidence on the part of Marine commanders, who refused to admit their need for support earlier on at Bloody Nose Ridge.

On the other hand, the capture of Peleliu served as a means to MacArthur’s much-desired end: the recapture of the Philippines, and the drive towards Japan’s home islands. The lessons learned at Peleliu also gave U.S. commanders and forces insight into the new Japanese strategy of attrition, which they would use to their advantage in later struggles at Iwo Jima and Okinawa.


Dear Friends,

I am sorry but like Lain Kelly, I too couldn’t stop myself from writing something that reflects the changed political reality of our times.


TRUMPING THE WALL  (200 words)

By Neel Anil Panicker

‘The screws of the world’, Richard muttered under his breath as he turned off the television.

Killings, hatred, bombings, laws, in-laws…the world seemed to have gone mad.

It reminded him of something.

“Chris, have you taken your medicines?,” he called out.

There was no response.

Richard checked his watch. 8 o’clock. Not yet sleep time.

He walked into the room.

There was no one. The bed was littered with toys. A flickering video game suggested recent activity.

A folded yellow paper lay around it.

He picked it up and, read its contents.

‘Dear Dad,

Miss Janet tells us we have a new President. She said he is very bad. He is building a wall, she told the class. Even Bob and Steve said the same. I am very afraid. You promised Mom will come soon but I know you are lying.

This man is evil. He will never allow Mom to stay with us.

I love you a lot but I want to live with Mom. I am leaving for Iraq. I have my boat.

I built it on my own. Learnt that in Arts class.

I will come back soon, to take you also.

Your loving son,





© C.E.Ayr

Sunday Photo Fiction – January 29th 2017


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Written for fiction writing contest Sunday Fictioner hosted by