By Neel Anil Panicker

Gavin Smellie hated his new environs. At 52, with over two decades of a hardcore criminal life behind him he expected a little more respect from the authorities.

That evening as he stepped out of his barracks and looked upwards, his eyes closed shut as the harsh rays of the mid-October sun pierced onto his gentle skin, sending a searing pain that shot all through the innards of his all bones physique.

He hated the humid weather; dry he could bear; but not the sticky something that clung to his skin like leech__sucking and sapping away all energy from his fast enervating self.

Move on! He heard a gruff voice shout out from behind.

Gavin turned around only to see a greenhorn prison guard jab the butt of his rifle at his bottom.

He quickened his pace and began to take long strides along the perimeter fence, the only 15 minute outing that was allowed in the entire day at Kochi Central Jail, Kerala.

‘Excessive! Isn’t it?’, a voice whispered into Gavin’s ears.

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Written for multiple writing prompts:

Saturday Mix – Opposing Forces, 18 August 2018




Sunday Photo Fiction – August 19, 2018


By Neel Anil Panicker

SPF 08-19-18 Anurag 2

Joby was a paradox.

For us, meaning Sunny and I, he was the raison d’ etre of our happy existences__the lucky charm of our teenaged lives.  For all others, he was the odd one out__the one who shall not be ever mentioned lest their tongues get polluted and turn to stone.

Shabbily dressed to the core and with his shaggy hair, coupled with that worn out gaunt bare boned perennial look on his ever befuddled face, Joby gave the impression of having stumbled out of a pigsty.

I’m sure the middle class morally conscious South Chennai neighbourhood where we lived must have pondered hard and long as to what kind of eighteen year olds were their quiet surroundings blessed oops cursed with.

I’m sure all the ‘one foot in the grave’ pretentious retirees among them with nothing much to do but wait for the Creator’s call must have spent endless hours discussing and dissecting the appropriateness of we announcing ourselves as the ‘Terrific Three’.

“A sure misnomer” they must have concluded, even suggesting that it be changed to Torturous Three or Terrible Three”.

But Sunny and I, braved it all, taunts, threats et al, sitting comfortable in the knowledge that we had Joby to help blunt the edge of all their brutish barbs.

Joby was our scarecrow, the one we believed would ward off all misfortune.

It also helped that he was the wealthiest kid among us all__just a kid who liked to experience the poor man’s life.

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FOWC with Fandango — Sensual


By Neel Anil Panicker

For hours after he left, she just stay there__on her bed, stilled by love, her body in limbo, absolutely unmoving, the eyes shut, the mind, still locked in deep embrace.

She felt his strong masculine arms wrapped around her body–the hands, still so warm and soothing, caressing her loosened hairs, its nimble all knowing fingers, first twisting and entwining all around her lovely curly locks, and then slowly extricating themselves only to slither down, sneaking past her neck and then the lips–his lips–, rough but lathered__slicing through the inner ear lobes, sending out hot gushes of human breath into her ears, whispering indecipherable words, soft hushed syllabic notes that did something to her insides, increasing the wetness between her long, slender legs.

Her last memory of the evening before slumbering into the dark, sinking into nothingness, forever sucked into the exhilarating vortex that were his virile arms were of his lips; lips that probed hers as his fingers dug deep into her lower torso, and of she screaming out in  wild, wanton, sensual abandonment.

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FOWC with Fandango — Sensual


First Line Friday: August 17th, 2018

Our line for this week is:

The sun simmered red as it slunk towards the jagged horizon.


By Neel Anil Panicker

The sun simmered red as it slunk towards the jagged horizon.

Watching its slow inevitable fall, the ever fading out orangish tinge  leaving behind ever lengthening shadows on the hill that overlooked her corner village cottage, Elena was suddenly overcome with a deep sadness.

Soon a thick blanket of emptiness enveloped her.

And ensconced within it she found herself once again getting sucked into the vortex of memories.

Memories of yesteryears, memories of a life lived in perpetual longing, memories of Lindoh, the love of her life and the cause of her life’s misery.

Puffing into yet another drag of her cigarette__her sixth of the night, and the night for her had just begun__, she allowed herself to slink deep into the cesspool of bitter memories.

And shortly thereafter, the thoughts, bitter and biting came, in one never ending avalanche of scathing sorrows that was enough for her to see the face of death; enough nostalgia to carry her through the next seven odd tortuous and torturous hours until the arrival of the first rays of the morning sun.

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atal pic ಗೆ ಚಿತ್ರದ ಫಲಿತಾಂಶ


They couldn’t hold a candle to him, none could, none has, none ever will __ at best they were and are mere cubs still learning the ropes, still struggling with the everyday processes of life.

He was the lion, always will be, the pride of all, the one who strode above all and took masterful care of his pride; the one whose mere presence was enough to strike the fear of the Devil among his opponents; the one whose one roar that originated from deep within that soft, golden velvety mane was enough to send all lower beings scurrying into their rabbit holes, cowering in fear and fright.

Today we have lost such a lion__a lion who lived in such absolute majesty in the concrete jungle of life, that we wonder when another would come and take his place for such a being doesn’t simply evolve out of the natural selection process but is an engineering marvel that is designed with utmost care and affection by the hands of God.

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Three Line Tales, Week 133

three line tales, week 133: two lion cubs staring at you like you're lunch


THE ABYSS  (genre/realistic fiction)

PHOTO PROMPT © Yvette Prior

By Neel Anil Panicker

His is a nihilist’s indulgence. An ode to a life gone horribly wrong.

Can he ever right it? Undo all the wrongs? Wake up from his lethal drug-cum-alcohol-cum-sex-cum rock ‘n’ roll slumber? Get his tottering life back on the rails?

He swipes away the tears, the dirt and the grime that ooze out of every body pore.

It’s an effort in vain.

The world, his God forsaken world, from where he views it, stark naked and on all fours on the spartan floors, covered in an assortment of liquids and semi-liquids, is still a maze.

His gaze falters; sleep beckons.

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17 August 2018



100 Word Wednesday: Week 84



By Neel Anil Panicker

‘Mr Sreesanth, now that the courts have said you’re innocent would you demand compensation? Would you…?’

 “Look, I’ve come here to practice. Let the law take its own course.”

Two hours later, as he sat down on the bench, sweat dripping out of every pore, he pondered over the judgement.

‘True, the courts had ruled in his favour. Said the charges against him were false. But how could they compensate him, or anybody for that matter, for losing out on the best years of one’s professional career? Let the law…No, he would be the law and now he’d dispense justice’.

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100 Word Wednesday: Week 84