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

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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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ICED

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/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

 

neelwrites/memories/weekendwritingprompt#31-nostalgia/flashfiction/shortstory/03/12/2017

Written for

Weekend Writing Prompt #31 – Nostalgia

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 MEMORIES

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Stupid Gloria! Always leaving tasks undone, these good for nothing maids. I should have fired her long ago”.

Daniel was in a bad mood as he gently offloaded himself from the high chair, ducking his head gently from under the attic hold, his regular hand clutching a dust-laden leather file, its moth eaten edges half consumed by the other virulent non-resident creatures of the near decrepit sprawling bungalow__the omnipresent black rats.

Plonking himself onto the bed, he opened the file and rummaged through its contents__

the property files.

Good riddance. He would sell it, the bungalow, the farmhouse…every single thing.

It was then that he spotted it__an old yellowed sepia tinged black and white photograph. Clutching the image with his arthritic struck hands, he peered at it from behind thick glasses.

The ruins of an old fort…Golconda…Hyderabad…India and Preeti, his beloved.

The eyes turned moist as an avalanche of once stilled memories swept him away.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #flashfiction #shortstory #159words #nostalgia

neelwrites/dramornightmare/part28ofADANGEROUSLOVE/novella/fiction/02/12/2017

Three Line Tales, Week 96

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DREAM OR NIGHTMARE?

three line tales week 96: an Iceland pony in the snow

By Neel Anil Panicker

Liza woke up in a daze, her mind unable to shake off the bizarre visions of a snowy white pony left out in the frosty high hills, its eyes frightened to death and weeping copious tears.

It was D-Day, the day when Ali would be in court, the day when all that she had worked towards must come to fruition, the day that would change her destiny __ hers and Ali’s .

Getting out of the bed, she walked towards the bathroom wondering whether the half formed dream was some sort of a subtle indicator,  an apocalyptic vision of how things would pan out in the hours to follow? Hunter, prey, or bait? What was it? And who was whom?

©neelanilpanicker2017 #PART 28 of A DANGEROUS LOVE #FICTION #NOVELLA #120 WORDS