neelwrites/spf/dogs&bitches/150words/10/07/2017

Sunday Photo Fiction – July 9th 2017

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…OF DOGS AND BITCHES

205 07 July 9th 2017

© A Mixed Bag

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Hey babes, pop your head out of the window. See that blue van parked near the kerb. I’m inside it. Time’s running out. Just pop out and we scoot, ok?”

‘Great, sweetheart. Me and Ronnie…we’ll join you in a sec.’

“What? You bringing Ronnie? Gone mad or what?”

‘But what else do I do?  I can’t leave him alone and you know that.”

“Gawd, what am I hearing? Is this a joke? Can’t you just dump that big boy? He’ll take care of himself”.

‘Listen, Michael. Let me get this straight__I am not going anywhere without Ronnie, you get that?’

“Loud and clear. This is what I get for risking my life and robbing a bank off a million dollars and dreaming of starting a grand new life with you and what do I get in return__the thumbs down, being dumped for a bloody dog. I hate you, you bitch.”

©neelanilpanicker2017 #SPF #fiction #150words

neelwrites/fivesentencestoryprompt/passion/fiction/150words/04/07/2017

CHALLENGE OPEN: 3rd July 2017 to 7th July 2017

Welcome to Five Sentence Story Prompt Challenge Week 3. 

Rules of the challenge: 

  1. Every week a prompt word shall be announced along with a Genre specification for the participants.
  2. Participants need to incorporate the prompt word itself in their entries or can use the prompt word as the framework for their write-up. 
  3. Entries within “Five Sentences” shall only be entertained and may contain as many words as long as it doesn’t exceed five sentences. 
  4. Add the tag “Five Sentence Story Prompt” in the prompt posts.
  5. The entries may be of any format including poems, micro fiction, scribbles, etc.
  6. Leave a link to your prompt post in the comments below. 
  7. Create a pingback to this post by linking this post in your prompt entry post.
  8. Leave behind a feedback on other’s entries to encourage more active participation.

 

This week’s prompt word is –

PASSION – strong and barely controllable emotion.

 

Genre specification: All Genre

 

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FRUITS OF PASSION

By Neel Anil Panicker

As the jubilant captain surrounded by his teammates lifted the glittering diamond-studded trophy high up in the air, the jam packed stadium erupted in joy with the thunderous shouts and war cries of frenzied football lovers.

The loudest of the applauses  were reserved for one man, the winning team’s diminutive but ever smiling coach Frederick D’ Souza.

Later in the evening, during the presser, one of the journalists asked him, “How is it you that the boys you pick are all from the rural hinterlands, from the boondocks, absolute nobodys, who in no time metamorphose into world class players?”

The middle aged coach looked the journo in the eye and replied, without batting an eye, ‘Unlike others, I don’t chase the latest fashion which I know is anyways ephemeral. Instead, I groom ran outsiders who have nothing to show but passion, something that always gives returns as it is permanent.’

©neelanilpanicker2017 #5SENTENCESTORY #FICTION #150words

neelwrites/evil/sixsentencestories/fiction/02/07/2017

Welcome to Six Sentence Stories

https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2017/06/28/welcome-to-six-sentence-stories-52/

The cue is PEACH

SIX SENTENCES, ANY GENRE, LINK UP STARTING THURS. AM, HOP AROUND AND READ SOME MORE!

EVIL IN THE AIR

By Neel Anil Panicker

As Anjali’s house and Nyra’s had a common pathway, it was not unusual for the two to bump into each other every now and then, especially now when the two best friends had secured admission into the same college.

“So, what’s special happening in your life?,” inquired Anjali as the two stepped off the kerb that led to their houses.

‘Hmm…I’m having the time of my life,’ gushed Nyra, her cheeks turning a crimson red as she said so.

Oh, why won’t you, thought Anjali, especially when you that have ensnared the most desirable guy in town.

“How’s Raj?, ” she asked casually, as her hands slid inside her sling bag, the fingers tightening around the seven-inch long knife that she had bought yesterday from the convenience store.

“Oh! He’s a peach,” shot back Nyra unaware that very shortly he’ll become out of her reach.

(c)neelanilpanicker2017 #sixsentencestories  #145words

neelwrites/burkhalifa/whatpegmansaw/150/18/06/2017

WHAT PEGMAN SAW

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:

UNIMAGINABLE HEIGHTS

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

neelwrites/link/sixsentencestories/158words/15/06/2017

WELCOME TO SIX SENTENCE STORIES

ENCE STORIES

Six sentences,  any genre, link thurs a.m. and hop, link and hop…

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This week’s cue is LINK

https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2017/06/14/welcome-to-six-sentence-stories-51/

A LINK-UP

By Neel Anil Panicker

Inspector Sharma moved away from the dinner table and was now intently studying a Raja Verma nude oil painting mounted on the walls just above the liquor cabinet, desperately trying to decipher the inexorable link between the kings of yore and their ever pliant subjects.

“What were you doing between the ten and eleven on Sunday night when the murders are believed to have been committed”?

The question seemed to have caught Ram Bahadur by surprise and a shiver of fear ran down his spine; his already droopy old man’s eyes further wilting under the penetrative gaze of the senior cop.

‘I…I…was here Sir, very much here, serving food to Gulati Sir and Madam.’

The air around the curvaceous hall suddenly grew dense as a wry smile formed around Inspector Sharma’s whisker-ringed lips.

The postmortem report had categorically mentioned the Gulatis had not eaten a single morsel of food for at least six hours prior to their violent deaths.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #sixlinetales #fiction  #158words

neelwrites/whatpegmansaw/guatemala/historicalfiction/150words/12/06/2017

WHAT PEGMAN SAW

hosted by https://whatpegmansaw.com/2017/06/10/guatemala-city/Guatemala City

Today Pegman walks through Guatemala City

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:

GAME, SET, MATCH   (GENRE:HISTORICAL FICTION)

By Neel Anil Panicker

‘Answer me correctly and I’ll marry you.’

“Shoot,” shot back Alex Mathews, a final year exchange student from Michigan.

Today was his last day in Guatemala City. Jessica and he were at the Universidad Francisco Marroquin campus, inside the Museo Popol Vuh, gazing at the richest collections of Maya art in the world.

‘What’s that?’, she asked, pointing towards a sharp pointed conical tool.

“That”, said Alex, “is the Paleoindian stone knife. It was used way back in 9000 BC by hunter gatherers who entered the Americas from Eurasia. They built ice corridors extending…”

‘Impressive. One more,’ she said. ‘Are you the hunter or the hunted?’

Alex lowered his six foot tall frame, gazed evenly into Jessica’s eyes and replied, “With you…always the hunted”.

Her eyes turned a huge blob of lava. He imagined hot rocks bursting out of that gorgeous volcano vent of a mouth.

She whispered, ‘I’m game.’

©neelanilpanciker2017 #whatpegmansaw #historicalfiction #150words

HISTORICAL BACKGROUND:

Paleo-Indians, Paleoindians or Paleoamericans is a classification term given to the first peoples who entered, and subsequently inhabited, the Americas during the final glacial episodes of the late Pleistocene period. The prefix “paleo-” comes from the Greek adjective palaios (παλαιός), meaning “old” or “ancient”.

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The Popol Vuh Museum takes its name from the Popol Vuh, one of the most important texts of the indigenous literature of the New World. Written in the western highlands of Guatemala around 1550, Popol Vuh brings together a set of myths and historical accounts of great importance for the study of the indigenous peoples of Guatemala. The names of their authors are unknown, but there are indications that it was written by prominent members of the nobility of the Quiche kingdom, which dominated a large region of the Guatemalan highlands at the time of the Spanish conquest. Written in a neat poetic style, it is also a masterpiece in literary terms.

The Popol Vuh presents a mythological version of the creation of the world, followed by an account of the adventures of the twin gods, Hunahpú and Xbalanqué, in primordial times, before the creation of the human being.The triumphs of the heroes against the primordial forces and the gods of death give rise to the creation of the man from the corn. The second part of the text concentrates on the origins of the ruling Quiché lineages, their migration to the Guatemalan highlands, their conquest of territory, the establishment of their main city and the history of their kings until the Spanish conquest.

The original text of the sixteenth century has been lost. It is known that it was written in Quiche language, but using the Spanish alphabet. At the beginning and end of the book, the authors mentioned that they wrote it because it was no longer possible to see a book called Popol Vuh, which existed in the past. Much has been speculated about the nature of this book, which should have existed before the Spanish conquest. It is likely to have been a pictorial manuscript similar to the postclassic codices known in central Mexico.

The oldest surviving text of the Popol Vuh is a transcription of the Quiche text made at the beginning of the 18th century by the Dominican friar Francisco Ximénez, who also made the first translation known in Spanish. Ximénez presented in double column the Quiche text next to the Spanish version, and titled it “They begin the Stories of the Origin of the Indians of this Province of Guatemala” . This manuscript is in the Ayer Collection of the Newberry Library of the City of Chicago. It was extracted from the library of the National University of Guatemala by the French abbe Charles Etienne Brasseur de Bourbourg, who published it for the first time completely in 1861. Since then, numerous editions and translations have been made.

The word Popol Vuh literally means “book of the mat”. Among Mesoamerican peoples, mats or petates were symbols of the authority and power of kings. They were used as seats for rulers, high-ranking courtiers and heads of lineages. For this reason, the title of the book has been translated as “Council Book” .

The mythological accounts of the Popol Vuh are closely related to other mythological texts collected at the beginning of the colonial period, as well as with many oral traditions that are still preserved in the indigenous communities of Guatemala and other parts of Mesoamerica. In recent decades it has been shown that they also find close parallels in classical Mayan art. In particular, the scenes painted on the polychrome pottery of the classical period in the Maya lowlands present figures of gods and mythological scenes related to the myths of the Popol Vuh. The Popol Vuh Museum houses an important set of such scenes, painted 800 years before the writing of the text that we know today.

neelwrites/FFfAW/streetcarnameddesrire/shortstory/150words/30/05/2017

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

1. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.

2. Linking for this challenge begins on Tuesday and runs to the following Monday evening.

3. Please credit photo to photographer.

4. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). Please try and stay within this limit.

5. Pingback to the challenge post in your story’s post.

6. This is a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less) and each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Therefore, no serial (continuation) stories. They become too complicated for our readers.

7. Add your story to the InLinkz Link-up (Blue Froggy button).

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A STREET CAR NAMED DESIRE

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan. Thank you Yinglan for our photo prompt!

By Neel Anil Panicker

 ‘Oh! these oldies,’ Alia mouthed to herself, exasperated to the core.

It was just an hour ago when she had faced defeat at the hands of her mother.

“No ways. No ways will I allow my only child to drive down to town on her own. Besides, you go mad behind the wheels, you know”.

She knew better than to argue with that.

Only last week she had rammed Dad’s peach red Dzire straight into the neighbour’s walls. An error of judgement, she surmised.

Only that it dented the family fortune by twenty grands.

Add to that the near non-stop sermonizing juggernaut that followed about the vices of allowing greenhorns freedom excess of what they deserve.

“You could take the tram, instead.”

‘What? Tram? Give me a break mom. Trams are so passé, you know,’ Alia protested.

“Not if you are looking for love. Ask Dad if you don’t believe me.”

©neelanilpanciker2017 #FFfAW #150 words #fiction #shortstory