neelwrites/stalker/sixsentencestories/16/07/2017

Six Sentence Stories Cue of the Week-MINE

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THE STALKER

By Neel Anil Panicker

The eyes turned a blazing orb of fire.

Hot molten rage surged through his veins.

Within moments, as his head bobbed like an unhinged ferris wheel, maddeningly hurtling around in topsy turvy frenzy, his body began convulsing and contorting, emitting blood, bile and sweat from every single pore of his six-foot tall muscular frame.

Shorn of all senses, he slashed around, the knife in his hands slicing and dicing, cutting and chopping into pieces his beloved.

It was her life he had snuffed out, she to whom he had professed his eternal love until his very last breath.

The ghastly deed over, he stood there in the middle of the rush hour traffic, the spectre of a crazed soul, screaming his lungs out, ‘she is mine and mine alone.’

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #sixsentencestories #thestalker #133words

neelwrites/scratch/sixsentencestories/fiction/117words/10/09/2017

Welcome to Six Sentence Stories

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6 sentences any way you like using the cue SCRATCH.

SCRATCH THAT!

By Neel Anil Panicker

I would like to know the real you?

Well then, for that you need to scratch the surface.

And how exactly do I do that?

To begin with, you can start by being forever nice to me, occasionally taking me out to a movie, preferably Hollywood and one that features George Clooney or next best Brad Pitt; and then winding that up with a delectable candlelight dinner for two at a bespoke Mexican restaurant that has soft piped music oozing out of its kaleidoscopic Rembrandt painted walls.

Wow, that’s quite a tall order?

True, but if you can do all this and a bit more you have found your match and will certainly receive a good catch.

#sixsentencestories #fiction #scratch #117words

 

neelwrites/rockingtheboat/FFfAW/fiction/25/07/2017

FFfAW Challenge-Week of July 25, 2017

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ROCKING THE BOAT

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!

By Neel Anil Panicker

Some people are genetically programmed to self destruct.

Take Michael Gonsalves for instance. Friend, savior, benefactor, altruist__ Micky was all this and then some more.

Dutiful son to elderly cataract ridden parents; loving husband to a devoted wife; doting father to an adorable baby girl, barely two months old; and rock star buddy to one and all.

It was then that lightning struck. It came in the form of Julie, a thirty something twice married, recently widowed female form with enough sex appeal to set the Ganges on fire.

She, his new office boss, within a month, became his life’s whole sole goal.

Soon salacious details of their hour-long capers reached the ears of his loved ones.

His wife and parents threatened, cajoled, persuaded, reprimanded, shouted, screamed, even begged but to no avail.

He was hooked onto her like a teen turned slave to marijuana.

Six months later it was all over. He went kaput__there was no job, no Julie, no wife and no family to go back to.

His friends sniggered; said he might as well have committed suicide.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #FFfAW #fiction#roackingtheboat

neelwrites/loveintheair/spf/215/fiction/24/07/2017

Sunday Photo Fiction – July 23rd 2017

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LOVE IN THE AIR

206 07 July 23rd 2017

© A Mixed Bag 2009

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Just keep looking into my eyes.”

‘How does that help. We’re high in the sky, in this bloody thing. And I’m damn nervous.’

“Trust me. I tell you. Nothing’s going to happen.”

‘Why? Why should I trust you? Why should I believe what you say? And by the way, who are you to tell me this? I don’t think we have met before, have we?’

“No, mademoiselle, I assure you we haven’t met before. But I admit to having watched you. In here, this very place, moments before you entered this pod. You were by the booking window. And I was there, right behind you.”

‘Oh, is that so?’

“Yes, your hands…err, they’re shaking. And then they announced the next ride. I saw you trundle towards the entry gates. You’re still shaking, more than hesitant. I thought you would drop out, turn back. By then they had sounded the final call. Perforce, you stepped in. That’s when I knew you needed help…someone to guide you, someone who you could believe in, someone who would allay your fears, someone in whom you could trust, someone in whose eyes you would find strength and solace, someone who would remove your fear of heights forever.”

‘And you believe you’re that someone?’

“I don’t believe. I’m. Your eyes say so.”

©neelanilpanciker2017 #SPF #fiction #loveintheair

neelwrites/jelliyfish/3LineTales/fiction/113words/21/07/2017

Three Line Tales, Week 77

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FREEDOM AT GREAT COST 

three line tales week 77: a pink jellyfish

photo by Pan Da Chuan via Unsplash

By Neel Anil Panicker

Marriage, for Esther, far from the idyllic paradise that she had dreamt it to be, turned out to be a  monumental disaster, what with every waking hour of hers metamorphosing into a never ending nightmare.

Not a moment passed without her sadistic shark of a husband sinking his blood thirsty flesh and chomping his unevenly large teeth into her porcelain china slender frame.

It was only when the extent of his atrocities hit the roof that she gathered courage to swim upstream and make friends with sea loving homo sapiens who were only too eager to wield their spears and put to eternal sleep the brute her hubby had turned out to be.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #3LineTales #jellyfish #fiction #113words

neelwrites/52weeksin52wordschallenge/fiction/dialogue/20/07/2017

WRITESPIRATION #124 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 29

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This week tell your story using dialogue only.

HANGING UP

By Neel Anil Panicker

“Why don’t you pick up the phone?”

‘What’s it? I’m busy’

“I want to speak to you.”

‘You’ve spoken enough?’

“No, I want to say something.”

‘Everything’s been said. There’s nothing more to say.’

“No, please don’t say that.”

‘It’s over.’

“Nooo…please…please talk…please…just once.”

‘It’s over.’

“Please, please…don’t say that… I’ll die”

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #52words #dialogue #52weeksin52words

neelwrites/stand/sixsentencestories/19owords/20/07/2017

A LATE LESSON

By Neel Anil Panicker

All his life he had refused to take a stand.

It was as if he had no backbone; was a puppet whose strings were pulled by others; others who rode roughshod over him, used and abused him as they went about fulfilling their individual objectives, he being an impotent bystander, a mere instrument, a disposable syringe to be used, abused, and then cruelly discarded as and when they felt like it.

And among these ‘others’ was also his mother whose pathological hatred for her husband, his biological father, manifested itself in he, their only child,  being used as a bargaining tool to gain the upper hand in what could euphemistically be termed as a ‘marriage not made in heaven.’

And then came the day when he saw her dousing him with petrol; his own father.

Seething with maddening rage, she glared with maniacal rage at her husband of thirty years, the matchstick steady in her hands, all set to roast him alive.

That’s when he took a stand, rushed in and smashed the burning flame from her hands, and as a fitting finale to all this, called in the police.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #sixsentencestories #stand #190words