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THE DOLL HOUSE By Neel Anil Panicker Alex says he doesn’t want the doll house. Lisa wonders not for the umpteenth time if she had made a mistake. They were about to be married. She twice. Her childhood home. Recalls the golden memories. No, her mom would never have done it. And now that she … Continue reading neelwrites/dollhouse/firstlinefriday/596words/18/02/2018
TONIGHT THE MOON’S MINE By Neel Anil Panicker For a long time Venkat sat there, by the shore, motionless and emotionless, his tiny hands clasped tightly together as the waves crashed onto the rocky edges, each thunderous splash lathering his bare torso, drenching him with whatever the angry sea brought in__bile, froth, and salt working … Continue reading neelwrites/moon’smine/mindlovemiserysmenagerie/fiction/shortstory/505words/07/02/2018
Thursday photo prompt – Mists – #writephoto Hosted by by Sue Vincent at https://scvincent.com/2017/12/14/thursday-photo-prompt-mists-writephoto/ A VERY COLD PLAN By Neel Anil Panicker Richard rubbed the palms of his hands in a vain attempt to generate some heat as he edged past the main gates of the sprawling heavily wooded park. An icy blast of cold frigid air greeted … Continue reading neelwrites/averycoldplan/fiction/thursdayphotoprompt/flash/481words/18/12/2017
Hosted by Sue Vincent Thursday photo prompt – Signs – #writephoto Thursday photo prompt – Signs – #writephoto A DEAR ‘DEER’ CLUE By Neel Anil Panicker The encrypted message on the Police website read: A convicted criminal has escaped from a high security Canadian prison a month ago. According to Interpol, it is suspected that this man … Continue reading neelwrites/adear’deer’clue/thursdayphotoprompt/421words/01/10/2017/
THE DON’S NEST ( PART TWELVE- DANGEROUS LOVE) By Neel Anil Panicker Don Afzal Bhai was thankful the room was sound proof. He had ensured that. That way when hard leather connected with soft skin and the shrieking and the wailing and the crying and the pleading commenced, it stayed and died within its … Continue reading neeelwrites/thedon’snest/parttwelveofdangerouslove/fiction/novella/16/08/2017
Hosted at https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/08/13/sunday-photo-fiction-august-13th-2017/ get the InLinkz code THE DISCLOSURE By Neel Anil Panicker “How would you like to die? Be deep fried in hot molten oil or mutton chopped into small little pieces to serve the gastronomic tastes of gourmands?” ‘What?’ Ali couldn’t believe his ears. It was his fourth week in Tihar Jail and he … Continue reading neelwrites/thedisclosure/SPF/partelevenofdangerouslove/15/08/2017
Thursday photo prompt: Knock #writephoto Behind Devil’s Doors Thursday photo prompt: Knock #writephoto By Neel Anil Panicker The full length wall room mirror is plastered with a golden edged sticker that boasts the legend “The Lord’s House is full of love.” Looking into it, Pramila runs her fingers over her badly battered face, the little finger … Continue reading neelwrites/thursdayphotoprompt/behinddevil’sdoors/fiction/02/06/2017
Sunday Photo Fiction – May 21st 2017 https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/05/21/sunday-photo-fiction-may-21st-2017/ TRAITOR IN THE HOUSE (GENRE: HISTORICAL FICTION) By Neel Anil Panicker Today is the last day of the School Matriculation exams and Rashmi is in tears. As the school gates firmly shut behind her, life for her has reached a dead end: her dear school, her alma mater … Continue reading neelwrites/spf/traitorinthehouse#01/22/05/2017
THE MURDER OF INNOCENCE (PART ONE) By Neel Anil Panicker Alone in the pitch dark garage of his house, that stood like a solitary pine, a classy duplex flat in the in the extreme far corner of Fifth Avenue, the snooty upper class secluded neighbourhood of South Delhi, fifteen year old Abhilash turned into a … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/murderofinnocence-#01/393words/FFfPP#05/05/2017
A MYSTERIOUS DISCOVERY By Neel Anil Panicker Anita loved her early morning walks. It helped that her house was the last abutting the forested area that stretched out over more than a few acres and beyond leading up to the river. She would wake up at the crack of dawn, much before her parents or … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/Thursdayphotoprompt/25/03/2017
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