neelwrites/whatalogic!/fiction/flashfiction/shortstory/15/06/2018

FLAWED MINDSET  By Neel Anil Panicker So you tell me that you did this because you were greatly hurt at being falsely accused  of inappropriate conduct by your colleagues and that to clear your fair name you set this all up in order to investigate and thereafter  catch the person who had brought you so … Continue reading neelwrites/whatalogic!/fiction/flashfiction/shortstory/15/06/2018

neelwrites/hobson’schoice/ThreeLineTales/flashfiction/shortstory/13/06/2018

A DILLEMA By Neel Anil Panicker There are two doors in front of me; one red and the blue; and both beckon me, equally__staring invitingly at me, attempting all  within  their powers, cajoling, coaxing, attracting, luring, even threatening me, using all manner of bait to get me to somehow bite the bullet. I for one, … Continue reading neelwrites/hobson’schoice/ThreeLineTales/flashfiction/shortstory/13/06/2018

neelwrites/minds’amaze/realisticfiction/flash/fridayfictioneers/100words/13/06/2018

MIND’S A MAZE (GENRE: Realistic Riction) PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays By Neel Anil Panicker Her mind’s aching with sepia toned memories; memories that get dimmer by the hour. ‘Cancer, of any type, is slow poison. It kills you; slowly, breath by breath.’ This is someone’s memoir she read.  They batter her already battered … Continue reading neelwrites/minds’amaze/realisticfiction/flash/fridayfictioneers/100words/13/06/2018

neelwrites/fishingintroubledwaters/flash/fiction/shortstory/flashfictionforaspiringwriters/12/06/2018

FISHING IN TROUBLED WATERS By Neel Anil Panicker The splash of waters could be heard even from a distance. Sitting on the bench, ringed by a circular parapet, Imtiaz  and Asma watched their kids___eight year old Latif and five year old Azma_dipping their fingers in the froth filled waters and squealing  in delight every time … Continue reading neelwrites/fishingintroubledwaters/flash/fiction/shortstory/flashfictionforaspiringwriters/12/06/2018

neelwrites/lovebirds/sundayfiction/story/11/06/2018

LOVE BIRDS By Neel Anil Panicker “It’s PRIYA. P…R…I…Y…A.  So stop calling me ‘Flamingo’.” ‘Because you are one.’ Priya looked at Raj, whose hands kept flitting in and out of the side pocket of her little blue dress, reaching places whose existence the nineteen year old wasn’t even aware of. “Oh! is that so? Tell me, … Continue reading neelwrites/lovebirds/sundayfiction/story/11/06/2018