neelwwrites/amystery/spf/fiction/flash/shortstory/204words/11/12/2017

Sunday Photo Fiction – December 10th 2017

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THE MYSTERY

18 Eric Wiklund 10 December 2017

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Mrs Mallick, I must say for a child of his age Rohan has a very fertile imagination. Here have a look at this.”

The two ladies looked at the arts and crafts patchwork laid out the long display table at the Annual School Arts and Crafts Exhibition.

“Isn’t that simply wonderful”, Miss Radhika Bose, the Class One Arts Teacher continued, pointing her finger towards the long angular cobbled pathway that led to a domed forested villa.

“Right down to the rocky outgrowth abutting it, the cute little wooden bench and the birds’ nest, tinged a sparkling blue, every single detail is a sensual treat. And the icing on the cake__ this quaint little miniature house adjacent to the main one. Tell me Mrs Mallick, which child of six displays the intelligence and foresight to draw such beautifully?”.

The question was meant as a rhetoric and as such Mrs Mullick had nothing much to offer but simply smile in acknowledgement of the deluge of praises that were coming her only child’s way.

She didn’t deem it fit to reveal to anyone the inspiration behind the ‘second’ house.

How embarrassing would it be if she revealed that Rohan’s father kept two houses.

©NEELANILPANICKER2017 #FICTION #FLASHFICTION #SHORTSTORY #SUNDAYPHOTOFICTIONEERS

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neelwrites/fiction/shortstorey/39words/09/12/2017

 

#MicroMondays –

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The magic number for this week is 39, and it is from the 39th page of the book we have our prompt.

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IT SOUNDED SIMPLE IN THEORY

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By Neel Anil Panicker

Do a recee of a bank; rent a shop adjoining it; drill a hole upto the locker room; break-in on a holiday; escape with the loot_ it sounded simple in theory.

They didn’t factor the dog that awaited them.

(c)neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #flash #short story #39words #MicroMondays

neelwrites/training/flashfiction/performance/09/12/2017

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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TRAINING, IT’S DRAINING

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.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #flashfiction #99words #training

neelwrites/iced/fridayfictioneers/flash/fiction/shortstory/99words/08/12/2017

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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.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #flash #shortstory #99words

#Friday Fictioneers

neelwrites/tunnel/weekendwritingprompt/thursdayphotoprompt/fiction/flash/shortstory/07/12/2017

Thursday photo prompt – Portal – #writephoto

Written for  at https://scvincent.com/2017/12/07/thursday-photo-prompt-portal-writephoto/

Also for

Weekly Writing Prompt #118

Weekly Writing Challenge

DOOR Template Instructions
Poetry and/or Flash Fiction
December 4th 2017 | #118

(5) Words: | GHOST | PINCH | RATE | GOLD | BURY |

 

TUNNEL OF HOPE OR DESPAIR?

By Neel Anil Panicker

A beautiful woman, the most beautiful he had ever seen, her ‘slender as a twig’ body clad from top to bottom in white appeared out of the cumulus clouds above and swung a magical wand towards him.

Immediately, Richard felt a strange, tingling sensation all over his body as shiny golden beams of light lit the night sky.

The all white apparition smiled beatifically down at him.

A honey dipped voice, soft as gurgling mountain waters whispered,

“Young man, follow my instructions carefully for you are about to become the luckiest man on this planet. Take seven steps from the East of your hut and stop, facing the mango groves that lie beyond your backyard.

Now start digging fifty feet into the ground. You will soon hit a dead end. That is the clue for you to turn left and dig another two feet. Soon you will see a small slit in the earth. It leads to a tunnel.  Crawl through it for about ten feet and you will have entered a cave. It is the Abode of Kuber, The God of Wealth.

Buried there are glittering diamond necklaces, gold earrings, precious stones, silver, platinum… take what you want…it is limitless and they are all yours”.

Richard couldn’t believe what he was witnessing and hearing. The pupils of his eyes dilated twice its normal size. His ears lobes strained to catch the soft, magical voice that was being drilled into his head.

Could this be true? Will he become rich? With such wealth he can virtually rule the earth, be master of everyone, own everything that he had ever wanted or lusted after?

Still unbelieving of his good fortune, he pinched himself on the cheek.

“What’s this month’s rate?”, he heard a familiar voice shouting into his ears.

Richard opened his eyes and found himself staring into the perplexed face of Raghav Sir, his regular customer, the gentleman from whom he bought old newspapers. Old newspapers that he bought and sold for a living. His dream had just turned to dust.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #flash #shortstory

neelwrites/time’sup/fiction/shortstory/sixsentencestories/06/12/2017

Welcome To Six Sentence Stories

Link up your six sentences. This week’s cue is MATE.

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TIME’S UP

By Neel Anil Panicker

Joseph Livingstone looked over his shoulder at the guard who wore the same benign smile that we was wearing last Monday and the Monday before that and every Monday in the last eight months he had been walked down to the Visitors Room,  ever since the time he has been imprisoned at Singapore State Prison.

“You no come now. I fine. Know where the stash is, don’t you? Will fly to Jamaica before Christmas, for sure baby”, he whispered into Amanda’s ears, their eyes, pregnant with longing and hope, communicating love notes through the barbed wires.

‘What about Freddie? Says half of that stuff is his? How do I stop him?’

‘Time’s up mate’, barked the over six foot tall baton wielding prison guard who stood barely five feet from where they were.

Biting into his thick rose tinged lower lips, Joseph thought about that for one nano second, and then cupping his mouth hissed through the hexagonal steel mesh, “You have the gun, you know what to do, right?”

As he was being led away Joseph turned around the corner just in time to see his girl friend-cum-partner in crime honour him with a smile that said it all.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #sixsentencestories #fiction #flash #200words #crime #underworld #prison #drugs #mafia

neelwrites/acat’slife/FFfAW/flashfiction/shortstory/145words/05/12/2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of December 5, 2017

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A CAT’S LIFE

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by Enisa. Thank you Enisa!

By Neel Anil Panicker

Inspector Sharma peeped in through the shattered glass panes.

A half eaten pizza, its edges smeared in blood, popped out of a Mcdonald’s take away box that rested on the plush seat covers.

The body lay slumped on the steering wheel, the hands loosened to the sides, the gun, a semi-automatic Colt, popping out of the jeans side pockets.

‘It looks like a gang war? Majid was a marked man.’

Inspector Sharma unburdened himself from the brand new Audi.

Why does this dimwit indulge his brain when he doesn’t have one.

“Pandey, arrange for the post-mortem immediately. Call forensics. I want every inch of space earched with a fine comb”.

‘Ok, Sir…sir…the cat…what do we do with it?’

Sharma turned around and looked at the front seat. She was still lost to the world.

“Don’t worry, she’s fine. She’s got many more lives to live”.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FFfAW #fiction #flash #shortstory #145words