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

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neelwrites/laterealization/sixsentencestories/fiction/flash/shortstory/137words/21/11/2017

Six Sentence Stories Cue of the Week

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This week’s cue is FLEECE.

LATE REALIZATION

By Neel Anil Panicker

She put a fleece over all his indiscretions ever standing by and supporting

him, come rain or shine.

He mistook her devoted wife, ever loyal, ever reliable Rock of Gibralter

persona as her abiding weakness, a feminine frailty.

Meanwhile, as his passions soared, he went about sowing his wild oats far

and wide, rolling and making out in the hay, viewing all he encountered

as a good lay to play around with.

The day came when her dam of patience burst out in a maddening deluge

and she stuck a piece of lead into his sick head.

‘Enough did you fleece, now it is time to rest in peace’, were her parting

words.

Today, as she pieces together the shattered pieces of her life she realizes in

hindsight that a certain species of man is a woe-man.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #fiction #sixsentencestories #fleece #137words #flash

neelwrites/holycow!/sixsentencestories/flash/shortstory17/11/2017

Welcome to Six Sentence Stories

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This week’s cue is MARBLE.

HOLY COW!

By Neel Anil Panicker

“What the …? Have you lost your marbles?  How on earth can you even dream about it?”

‘Why? What’s wrong with Mary? I mean she’s fun, laughs a lot, and is hot to boot. What more could I ever want, man?’

“Stupid fool, I know you got the hots for her, but don’t you realize it’s she’s the Principal’s daughter?”

‘So what? That only makes it all the more exciting. Imagine how envious everyone would feel when they come to know that ‘Shortie Fatso’ has managed to hook ‘Miss World’, the hottest pair of legs in town.’

“And imagine what would be your fate when ‘Old Witch’ and her military man gun toting husband come to know that their only child has been ensnared by a good for nothing rolling stone.”

‘Blessed! That’s what they would be when they hold a grandchild in their arms nine months down the line.’

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neelwrites/nosecondtake/flash/shortstory/sixsentencestories/07/11/2017

Welcome To Six Sentence Stories

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This week we join our intrepid adventurers as they craft six (and only six) sentences into a full fledged story, using any genre they like. As with other weeks they will be using one cue word as the concept for their masterpiece, which they will add to the link below.

What cue is this week’s challenge you ask?    SUBSTITUTE.

 

NO SECOND TAKES

By Neel Anil Panicker

Benny looked up as the clouds above rumbled and grumbled like a five-year-old who finds his favourite chocolate dipped milk glass strangely only half filled.

‘Dammit, a bad time for the skies to cry out.’

His eyes cast a quick, furtive look at the gasoline lit near empty street that snaked ahead almost to eternity and joined the periphery of the village that lay beyond.

Satisfied that none were at hand to watch his deed, he pulled the long kitchen knife that he had tucked inside his jeans back pocket and kneeled down on the muddy road.

‘If life doesn’t provide for a substitute then it is better to take it away’, so saying he thrust the six-inch long blade deep inside the still breathing heart of Elwin, his childhood best friend.’

‘Henceforth, there would be only one school champion.’

©NEELANILPANCIKER2017 #FICTION #FLASH #SIXSENTENCESTORIES #NOSECONDTAKES #140WORDS

neelwrites/diggingsomedirt/fiction/shortstory/sixsentencestories/22/10/2017

Welcome To Six Sentence Stories!

This week’s cue is YARD .

Link opens at 12 midnight Eastern Time crack of dawn. Link er up!

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DIGGING SOME DIRT

By Neel Anil Panicker

He scratched, rubbed, even slightly rummaged his feet around the soft earth; the distinctive sounds below him, stretched out in a neat semi circle, jagged and rocky the early morning earth felt under the weight of his legs.

It’s the slippers, he admonished himself; should have worn them, the leather ones, those brand new ones that ‘little boy’ John had so thoughtfully gifted him last Christmas.

Two steps forward and he stumbled, falling headlong, sprawled on the ground on all fours, staring into a hand__a human’s.

His heart raced faster than Ben Johnson on heat as his cataract damaged eyes threatened to bulge out of their shocked sockets.

‘Whoever would think of leaving behind a dead body in his yard, the one that he lovingly mowed and tended to like a new born’, he thought aloud as words nee even a damn agony ridden whisper failed to escape his mouth that now opened out wider than a bat’s wings.

It was then that he saw the shoes__a battered dirty yellow__,the kind that he had seen on good old Mary’s feet; and it was then that his heart wrenching shrieks woke up the otherwise quiet neighborhood of Alpine Woods Hinterland Society.

©neelanilpanickert2017 #shorstory #fiction #sixsentencestories #200words

neelwrites/simplyjamming/sixsentencestories/fiction/flash.shorstory/07/10/2017

Welcome to Six Sentence Stories

WORD PROMPT: FLUID

SIMPLY JAMMING!

By Neel Anil Panicker

“See this jam, Tasty all by itself, but pretty much useless otherwise; you need to warm it, make it fluid,  before it can be spread on bread and become a gourmand’s delight.

Same’s the case with relationships.

Take mine for instance. Left to ourselves, we, Arthur and I, are like bread and jam.
Two wonderful but entirely different people with different attributes, different temperaments, different tastes, likes, dislikes et al.
The zing, the spark, the magic happens only when we are together; that’s because we don’t supplement but only complement each other.

That’s being fluid____knowing who you are and what you bring to the table, when and how much to give and take, so that together you help create the perfect dish, and that my friends is the secret of our long and happy marriage.
‘Wow! that’s great. So between the two of you, who is the bread and who is the jam?’

“Hmm…good question. Lemme think.”

neelwrites/fishingfortrouble?/sixsentencestories/cast/fiction/shortstory/11/09/2017

FISHING FOR TROUBLE?

By Neel Anil Panicker

“How could you ever cast your vote for that party? A party which is out and out fundamentalist, fascist, bigoted, anti-democratic, anti-poor; one which does not even have a single woman in that ivory tower that they so loftily pronounce as the Politburo, their  highest decision making body?”

‘Well, I…I thought of giving them a chance because of the TINA factor?’

“Hogwash! All this is mere excuse for avowed anti-women crusaders and closeted male chauvinist pigs like you and the increasingly growing numbers of your ilk who think of women as no better than chattels, enslaved and bound within the four walls of houses, to be possessed and dispossessed off at arrogant man’s will; used and abused at his sweet whims and fancies. TINA factor? What the bullshit is that crap?”

‘Well, my dear, it means at times we need to choose a person or a viewpoint not because it is right or correct, but because all the other available options are bad. There is no other alternative.’

“I am not buying this cock and bull story. It’s another way to protect and promote the hegemony of a select few who otherwise may be incompetent.”

‘Darling, I hope you are not including me, your duly wedded husband, in this category, for I were incapable and devoid of intelligence I wouldn’t have been able to first ensnare and later marry such a fine, well bred woman as you undoubtedly are.

©neelanilpanicker2017 #ALL RIGHTS RESERVED #sixsentencestories #fiction