neelwrites/green/FFfAW/195/fiction/27/06/2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of June 27, 2017

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WELCOME !

121st Challenge

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 06-27 through 07-03-2017

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GO GREEN WITH ENVY  

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

neelwrites/tunnel/thursdayphotoprompt/250words/22/06/2017

Thursday photo prompt – The tunnel – #writephoto

Hosted by the talent Sue Vincent at https://scvincent.com/2017/06/22/thursday-photo-prompt-the-tunnel-writephoto/

Man caught in the light at the end of the tunnel

THE TUNNEL

By Neel Anil Panicker

Nature’s elements hold sway here, man a mere slave to them, his senses long gone

senseless.

Raghav cocks his ears against the dank walls but hears nothing. He extricates his hands from the folds of his back, towards what he believes is his face.

Nothingness stares back at him.

It was as if he were gone blind, his eyeballs mere black dots surrounded by blacker contours.

Something slithers around his feet. Cutting through the jaggedness and the overall dampness, he feels a slight sensation.

Something, he has no means of knowing what that could be, crawls its way up his ankles.

Furiously, his hands jab out at the intruder that’s worming up through the folds of his baggy shorts.

The effort’s disturbed, as all of a sudden, the feeling disappears, as if by magic.

Mystified, his logical brain warns him there is no such thing as magic. That what he’s experiencing is stark life, unfolding, albeit in slow motion, set to rhythmic music by the metronomic beats of his crazily palpitating heart.

It was then that cold fear envelops him. His eyes stab into the darkness; his senses in full vigil.

He feels a deep, searing despair as if he were an utterly defenceless rabbit, caught by its neck and gasping through the very last breaths of life; its predator, a ferocious fox sinking its sharp as nails teeth deep into soft skin, tearing asunder the delicate fabric of life.

The icicles of his brain scream out one word: death.

©neelanilpanciker2017 #tunnel #thursdayphotoprompt #250words

neelwrites/FFfAW/silverlining/175/20/06/2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of June 20, 2017

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A Silver Lining

By Neel Anil Panicker

An exasperated Raghav stomped out of the room, slamming the door shut, striding like a raging bull towards the balcony.

There, as the cold blast of the nightly air blew in from the sea, he arched his head upwards towards the sky.

Something that he always did; the sky being his blanket, his guardian angel, omniscient and ever protective.

He needed its solace, especially now, when his mind was a maze, fast spiralling into the dark dungeons of uncertainty.

His eyes scanned the blue swathe above him.  The cold grey sky seemed un-obliging; a tumultuous, ragged cloud that bellowed and thundered; a precursor to dust storms, lightning and torrential rains.

Unfazed, Raghav kept the faith amidst the howling of the winds, the flashes of forked lightning and the persistent claps of thunder.

His efforts paid off, as miraculously the skies changed hue, the clouds bid adieu, and as if on cue, the stratosphere lit up a bright red.

And with that realisation dawned__Sheena was right, he was wrong.

He turned back, pledging to make amends.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FFfAW #fiction #175words

neelwrites/soul/fivesentencestorypromptchallenge/19/06/2017

FIVE SENTENCE STORY PROMPT CHALLENGE: WEEK Written 1

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Today’s prompt word is

SOUL(n) : the spiritual or immaterial part of a human being or animal, regarded as immortal.
A person’s moral or emotional nature or sense of identity.

Genre specification: All Genre

BIG, BLACK HOLE

By Neel Anil Panicker

A blue chip first job via campus selection, doting parents who would steal the moon for her, an hour glass figure attractive enough to give any beauty contest winner a serious complex besides sending the male members of the human tribe into wild eyed delirium___at twenty three, life for Esther was one big never ending party.

That was when Shiamak happened.

A recent transfer from Head Office, the gangly sweet talking Accounts Manager turned out to be one not just blessed with a yen for facts but also a passion for figures.

Soon, Cupid struck and marriage followed.

Pity, she loved him with her heart and soul; he eyed her as just another a piece of meat, forever drilling holes into her heart.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #fivesentencestory #123words

neelwrites/pearldiner/100wordwednesday/fiction

Written for

100 Word Wednesday: Week 23

Hosted by https://bikurgurl.com/2017/06/14/100-word-wednesday-week-23/

What’s Cooking?

100WW_W23

By Neel Anil Panicker

 ‘Chicken chops. Try it. I tell you, it’s absolutely lip smacking, Sir.’

Inspector Sharma squirmed, grunted, and all but hurled invectives into the phone.

With great difficulty he restrained himself.

Informers were a very valuable cog in the wheel of police detective work.

“Gullu, I’ll try it out for sure. But first tell me what you know about Pearl Diner and how is it linked to the double murders?”

The voice on the other end fell silent.

After what seemed an eternity, he heard the words,

‘Name’s Joseph. Waits tables there. He’s your man. Will lead you to the murderer.’

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #100wordwednesday

neelwrites/castle/FFfAW/168words/14/06/2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of June 13, 2017

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CASTLED

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

By Neel Anil Panicker

I climbed up the hill and suddenly, all of a sudden, encountered this massive beast of a castle, its stony blackish exteriors glistening against the golden rays of the setting sun.

For once language failed to describe what I saw. The closest I had come to anything as huge as this was the two storied ‘White House’ with its fronted lawns and three rectangular windows peeping out of a flower bedecked balcony that stood at the extreme corner of our otherwise spartan neighbourhood and which we as children  used to stop by and gawk at while on our way to the only school in our remote West Bengal village.

I stood there, transfixed and utterly petrified, my benumbed brains trying  to make some sense of this colossal structure that was so reminiscent of those ferocious monsters that attacked me in my torturous dreams, its looming turrets, towers and ramparts leaping out like long nailed poisoned claws ever ready to jump and draw the breath out of my being.

It was then that I saw it; the half opened side gate and spiked on its iron bars, a man’s blood splattered head.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FFfAW #fiction

neelwrites/spf/chess/fiction/shortstory/200words/11/06/2017

Sunday Photo Fiction – June 11th 2017

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NOT SO BLACK ‘N’ WHITE

SPF - June 11th 2017

By Neel Anil Panicker

Life for Abdul Sattar was a two player game of chess; his opponent, the whole wide world.

Abdul played his part with great zeal and cunning; winning being his whole sole motive.

 

Losing, for him, was never an option. The vicissitudes of fate had ensured that.

Splitting points reserved only for weaklings.

 

A child of a Lesser God, life’s cards were all stacked against him.

Minus the love and support of non-existent parents, he started out as every Tom, Dick, and Harry’s  favourite lamb, ever ready for slaughter.

Bullied, abused, beaten, threatened…he had seen, felt and experienced it all before one could spell bingo.

At an age when children were meant to be in school and mastering the three Rs, our man had his first brush with the law. His crime: stabbing to death his violator.

By the time he stepped foot into the tenuous teens, he had learnt enough about first moves, split second openings, deft maneuverings, tactical retreats, left flank slices and brutal frontal attacks to end up as the lord of the rings, the undisputed master of the game.

 

It was then that he met the queen.

It was checkmate time.

Overnight he turned from king to pawn.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #spf #fiction #shortstory #200words