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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.”

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100 Word Wednesday: Week 39 – The Travellator.

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100 Word Wednesday: Week 39


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.

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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.



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.

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By Neel Anil Panicker

Wine glass in hand, Sandra stood at the deck, scanning the horizon.
Below, the moon played truant, drawing curvaceous lines on the limpid waters.
Her pear shaped eyes gleamed at the memory of the weekend tryst.

The serendipitous ‘bumping’, the ‘coy’ smiles, the adrenaline high hot chases, the reluctant ‘surrender’, the furtive romancing, the midnight rendezvous, the frothy waves, the joyous splash, and the sudden crash__she had enjoyed every moment of it.

The siren blast broke her reverie.

On the wharf awaited a young man holding a bouquet.

Sandra got up with a sigh.
Time to meet Victim number 19.

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With its battered tin roof it looks like an old warehouse that has been abandoned. The windows aren’t broken and the concrete walls look rough. What story does this old shell of a building with its brick chimney tell you? Can you tell the rest of us in 100 words? 


PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

By Neel Anil Panicker

The agent couldn’t believe his ears.

‘Thirty thousand, full cash, upfront, fifty year lease’

Who the hell pays this kind of money, any money for that matter, for a hell hole such as this.

He opened his mouth to say something but the young man had already trooped inside.

Moss covered peeled off walls, half darkened oblong rooms, bombed out windows and doors__ that’s what ordinary mortals saw.

Instead, Raj Ahuja envisioned rows and rows of automatic sewing machines around which busied dozens of cheery workers carving out intricate soft leather toys.

He saw the birth of his industrial empire.

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September 21: Flash Fiction Challenge

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By Neel Anil Panicker

All his life Ramprasad had been a gardener.

While others of his age and village had long traded the ‘bland’ rural environs for the bold charms of the big city, he had stuck around, preferring to tend to his garden.

Every morning he would set to work, sickle in hand, bagfuls of seeds and manure, digging the earth, soiling his hands, toiling from dawn to dusk, unmindful of the changing weather patterns that played hide and seek on his bent frame.

Flamingo Flower

His reward: a harvest of rose petaled Red Water Lilies, heart shaped Himalayan Typhoniums, and smiles from passersby.

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Written for FRIDAY FICTIONEERS hosted by the most charming Rochelle at

22 September 2017


PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter

By Neel Anil Panicker

I wish I could throw you out; make you disappear; simply watch you just fade away.

I wish I didn’t have to see you the very first thing in the morning.

Wish I could smash to pulp that insouciance that you wear all day long.

I wish you all bad things, bad tidings, bad this, bad that…

I wish you’re not such a pain in the…

But, I know I can never wish any such thing.

Can never let you of my sight.

Can never ever afford to lose you, again.

You’re not just his shoes.

For me, you’re him.

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