neelwrites/fridayfictioneers/astepahead/detectivechacko/crime/flash/fiction/100days/17/10/2018

PHOTO PROMPT © Jilly Funell

A STEP AHEAD
By Neel Anil Panicker
‘So are you telling me that the killer, whoever he is, was stupid enough to walk through the school’s frontgate, wing his way past the Principal’s Office, the front window of which overlooks the frontyard, then coolly climb up the iron bar steps, step into the library and murder Mrs Elsa __all this without a single soul noticing his arrival or departure?’

‘Or, maybe someone did notice, but is choosing to keep quiet’

“Who could that be, Sir?”

A half smile formed on Detective Chacko’s lips.

‘If I were to know that would I be listening to your gibberish, Mathai?’

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

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neelwrites/allstone,nobone/FridayFictioneers/crime/detectivechackocrimefictioinseries/storystarter/10/10/2018

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

12 October 2018

ALL STONE, NO BONE

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

By Neel Anil Panicker

“So, this is where you bury them, right?”

Looking straight into the eyes of Detective Chacko, the man replied, his voice a whisper, “No, I don’t bury them. I just bring them here. They bury themselves.”

“They do what?”

An eerie silence followed.

Despite it being a freezing winter evening, Chacko found himself sweating like a pig.

A part of him wanted desperately to rush out of the stone house that stood like a sore thumb, jarring the imprint of an otherwise sleepy corner village.

“I skin them alive; then watch them die. Saves me the burials.”

Instantaneously, Chacko puked.

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neelwwrites/whymetooisn’tenough/fridayfictioneers/flash/realisticfiction/100words/03/10/2018

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

5 October 2018

WHY ‘#ME TOO’ ISN’T ENOUGH

sandras-shells

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

By Neel Anil Panicker

‘She’s not wrong.’

“Agreed. But all I’m saying is she’s wrong in the way she’s doing it.”

‘Oh! So you say that if a man harasses, molests or worse rapes another woman, then she should gulp that down and keep mum, right?’

“All I’m saying is she should file charges then and there. Not after a decade.”

‘So that’s her fault? That she chose to keep quiet, right?’

“Wrong again. Keeping quiet is no fault. But speaking up after very many years definitely is.  The world may still believe what she says but the courts, sadly, don’t operate on belief.”

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neelwrites/heartbeats/flash/100words/28/07/2018

Written for multiple writing prompts:

100 Word Wednesday: Week 90

FOWC with Fandango — Eager

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/09/27/three-things-challenge-27-sept-2018/

HEARTBEATS

100WW_W90

By Neel Anil Panicker

She’s more than a best friend.

She’s also more than her stupid black button hole sized eyeball balls that come alive in a face that’s smaller than her neck, whose thick browny wavy hairs leave behind the softness of silken touches long after you have caressed them to your heart’s desire after another day of mundaneity.

She’s my life’s love__someone who loves me to death as she swings her largish tail in a grand swing along helicopter blade movement, ever eager to please  and humour me as both of us drop down on our knees and lick one another silly.

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neelwrites/heyccup,what’sup?/friayfictioneers/flash/shortstory/100words

HEY CUP, WHAT’S UP?

PHOTO PROMPT © Priorhouse

By Neel Anil Panicker

The cups, they wink at me; I wink back, conspiratorially.

They’re all empty; but, within the hour they would all fill up.

Tonight it’s their fate to be emptied and then refilled, and then emptied and refilled__again and again.

Shortly, they would converge, the crème de la crème of Kolkatan society, driven to this ultra uber watering hole like bees to honey pots.

I, on my part,  await their arrival, especially one person’s.

For me, he’s the guest of honour.

I await the moment when his lips would takes sips nee sip.

Just one is enough to empty his life.

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28 September 2018

neelwrites/fridayfictioneers/theamruta-pranaylovestory/100words/episodeone/100words/19/09/2018

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

21 September 2018

THE AMRUTA/PRANAY LOVE STORY

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

By Neel Anil Panicker (GENRE/REALISTIC FICTION)

Amruta cups her soft fingers around the wooden handle and watches as a sea of kaleidoscopic panels make concentric circles above her head.

Her gaze then falls at the umbrella rim from which cascade puffed droplets of wind-washed waters that make a splash on the rain splattered grounds below.

Her heart goes pitter patter.

Beside her, Pranay watches her watch the unfolding of Nature’s pristine glory.

His palms lock hers as waves of spasmodic delight run through the spines of the two lovers.

From a distance, and from under another umbrella, a man watches them, then spits on the earth.

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neelwrites/descentintomadness/ThreeLineTales/flash/fiction/100words/13/09/2018

Three Line Tales, Week 137

Three Line Tales, Week 137

DESCENT INTO MADNESS (GENRE/REALISTIC FICTION)

three line tales, week 137: an abandoned asylum
By Neel Anil Panicker 
Down but not out __that’s what defines my sodden existence trapped inside this hell hole called life.
Come dawn’s first yawnings, I slither my way out__my crazed sunken eyes, two black holes hollower than the hollowest hollow___,only to be driven back by the harsh glares of sunlight’s beams.
Beaten, I beat a hasty retreat into dark bottomless pits, my flailing outstretched hands, monstrous tiger claws___ vainly, desperately clutching onto the very last vestiges of my fast disappearing sanity, knowing fully well that tomorrow’s just another day, and that I may have lost the battle but the war’s far from over.
#neelanilpanicker #fiction #flash 100words #ThreeLineTales #death#depression