neelwrites/loveisintheasir/kite/threelinetales/100wordswednesday/fiction/shortstory/16/02/2018

SHORT STORY/FICTION

LOVE IS IN THE AIR

three line tales, week 107: diaries, roses and bobbins with sewing thread

 

By Neel Anil Panicker

All summer he was just a kite flyer, one more among several other ten year olds whose psychedelic kites soared the skies.

Until one day when the winds of change blew.

As his nimble hands expertly manoeuvred the thread, he looked to his left.

It was then that he saw her.

She was on the opposite terrace, reading a book.

She lifted her head and spotted him spotting her.

From that moment the controls switched.

She had taken over the steering wheel of his life, their lives, for the next sixty odd years.

Thereafter, it was roses all the way.

©neelanilpanicker2018 #fiction #flash #100words #kiteflyer

Three Line Tales, Week 107

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CURVE BALLS”

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neelwrites/poem/haiku/valentine/13/02/2018

Air’s windswept with love

Sea of hearts floats all over

Dive in and enjoy.

***

Hearts go wild

emotions collide

love turns blind.

***

Heart”s on a flutter

She awaits her Valentine,

Hopeful of his ring.

***

Lonely heart

craves for love’s embrace

shower grace.

vaal***

(c)neelanilpanicker2018 #poem #haiku #love #valentine

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neelwrites/poem/tanka/09/02/2018

Stumbles he through life
Searches he in every eye
remnants of his long  lost love
betrayal comes clothed in guise
slaying loves sweet innocence.

(c)2018neelanilpanicker #poem #tanka

 

neelwrites/stuntedgrowth/fiction/fridayfictioneers/100words/01/02/2018

STUNTED GROWTH

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

By Neel Anil Panicker

‘Son, see that tree over there?’

“That’s barely a tree, Dad.”

‘Son, that’s the work of man. Evil men. Precisely, a few evil men.’

“Dad, what do they want?”

‘Son, they want to claim the tree for themselves, roots and all. Each warring group has laid claim to its ownership.’

“But dad, what’s there to fight over a tree? A tree that gives us fruits and flowers, provides shelter, and even supplies us with wood?”

‘Exactly my son, but try telling that to grown up men.’

“Dad, if this is what grownups do then I’m better off remaining a child.”

(C)NEELANILPANICKER2018

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neelwrites/vowtohow!/sundayphotofiction/shortstory/29/01/2018

VOW TO HOW!

20 Eric Wicklund January 28th 2018

© Eric Wicklund

By Neel Anil Panicker

The vows, the marriage vows, the one the two had uttered, every single word affirmed loud and clear, its intonation and enunciation, tone, pitch and volume, the modulation, inflection and elucidation of every single syllabic sound perfect to a T, all merrily cheered by every one of the select gathering of cherished friends and relatives as well as the entire paraphernalia of uncles, aunts, cousins et al __the penumbra of well wishers and gatherers who had come to bless the newly weds at the local church__the momentous event flashed past Jennifer’s mind as a sepia tinged memory that unfolded in ultra slow motion ala a long drawn TV soap opera.

How divinely graceful did she look as the pastor clasped their hands__ hers and Benny’s__ solemnly pronouncing them man and wife.

Alas! The euphoria lasted exactly six years. Six blissful years when hubby dear worshiped the ground she walked on, treating her like a queen, loving and caring for her to the hilt, passionately fulfilling every single need, want, and desire that she had ever nurtured in her bosom.

Then came the day when she became persona non grata; turned into just another discarded woman, left to drown herself in sorrow.

(C)NEELANILPANICKER2018 #FICTION #SUNDAYPHOTOFICTION #SHORTSTORY #200WORDS

Sunday Photo Fiction – January 28th 2018

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neelwrites/darkenedmemories/fiction/threelinetales/191words/26/01/2018

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DARKENED MEMORIES

three line tales week 104: an abandoned house in the Arctic circle

By Neel Anil Panicker

During the nights the house or whatever remained of it looked even more evil, resting at it were on the very edge of the desolate village, oddly slanted towards the left as a triangular roof jutted out from the centre and met the pitch dark skies above.

A single sliver of the moon’s rays illuminated the horizontal brackish asymmetrical lines that were etched on its marshmallow walls and as Reena peered out from the safety of her car she could make out near faded out markings on those walls, small little indecipherable calligraphic creations that clearly were the works of children, young kids as young as five or six years old.

Etched in her memory, even after the passage of two score years, were the pitter patter of nimble feet and the laughters and smiles and playing and frolicking of one such kid__she herself__ and the wondrous days of a happy childhood spent in her maternal home before the massive far gutted down not just her ancestral house but also her entire family, the only one she had ever had, the only one would ever be able to call her own.

©NEELANILPANICKER2018 #FICTION #100WORDSTORIES #THREELINETALES

Three Line Tales, Week 102

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Three Line Tales, Week 104

neelwrites/intodust/fridayfictioners/shortstory/99words/25/01/2018

INTO DUST…

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

By Neel Anil Panicker

Anthony Gonsalves peered out from his broken windowsill at the empty desolate stretch in front of him.

Barring a half legged dog that limped about, its howl, a slow painful agony, nothing moved, not even the wind.

This place is as dead as the dodo, the old man reasoned to himself. And this derelict house, his only possession, nothing but a pipe dream, a dream that had turned into dust.

Unlike what everybody averred, there’s no treasure trunk stashed underneath it.

‘Dad, they called again. Says they’re willing to treble the offer.’

“Done. Let them have this white elephant.’

(c)neelanilpanicker2018 #FRODAYFICTIONEERS #FICTION #99words

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