This week’s photo prompt is provided by Maria with Doodles and Scribbles. Thank you Maria!

By Neel Anil Panicker

Gloria was differient things to different people.

For the students at the Christian school where she volunteered she was a live dynamo with an infectious smile, a chatterbox with ever ready answers that ensured there never was a dull moment plus smooth passage of dense mathematical formulae and complex chemical equations from teacher to taught.

For Brinda, whom she knew since the two were in kindergarten, and for the lucky few whom she took on as a friend, she was King Kong, Phantom and the Rock of Gilgralter all rolled into one, ever defending, protecting and if need be, fighting for their rights and well being.

For Pesky, the cutsie stray dog  that she had discovered on the road, half bleeding to death, and later brought home and nursed back to health, she was  the apparition in white who fed, clothed and cleaned her, and later took out for long, langurous walkathons when the air was still cool and the grass under her feet soft and tender.

For Mark, the Lothario, whom she fell madly in love with, she was simply a girl with an ugly scar, one in whom he saw his ticket to the big league of multi-millionaires.

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FFfAW Challenge-Week of April 11, 2017


110th Challenge

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 04-11 through 04-17-2017

My mother has passed away so please forgive me for not being able to read or comment on your stories this week. I hope you will continue to read and comment on each other’s stories.



This week’s photo prompt is provided by Singledust. Thank you Gina!

Dragon Fire      (167 words)

By Neel Anil Panicker

Inspector Chen Lei slammed the phone down.

The next moment he was putting on his uniform.

“It’s open”.

He turned around.

The girl lay sprawled on the bed, naked as a new born, a tuft of golden hair half hiding her Marlyn Munroe meets Jackie Chan face.

He followed her eyes, found what was missing, and embarrassingly zipped himself.

Constable Dong Liang met him outside Room Number 303.

‘Sir, two__one man and one woman. Both shot through the head.’

“Anything else?”

“Sir…The Chief is here too. On the nineth floor.”

The words hit him like a ten tonne truck.

A double murder on Chinese New Year. His boss on the same hotel, two rooms away his hire for the night.

The phone rang.

Tremblingly, he picked it up.

The harsh voice of Beijing City Police Chief came alive, “I am in Room 901. Rush your ass here.”

Lei felt found the ground beneath his feet give way.

It was the room he had just come out of.


FFfAW Challenge-Week of January 24, 2017


99th Challenge

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 01-24 through 01-30-2017

Written for


This week’s photo prompt is provided by Grant-Sud. Thank you Grant for our photo prompt!


By Neel Anil Panicker

It was their favourite picnic spot. The two would drive down from town a mile away, usually every other week, almost always on a Sunday, when Vinod would manage to somehow steal time away from his bustling business of selling Chinese electronic products, all fancy duplicates.

After parking their car at a distance and within viewing distance, they would stroll up to a flat surface, one they had zeroed in after a few trials and errors and Rashmi approved of; lay out a thick jute carpet, and sit down for a couple of hours; the rocky ranges looming above them as if in deference, and the sun peeping through them__the only other interference in what turned out to be a welcome escapade from the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

It were idyllic times__she would have brought along crispy chocolate cakes, and the two would munch them alongside delectable brownies and cookies with the occasional washing down of it all by red fruit wine in glasses that the two would keeping replenishing for one another.

That is until now__until the damn decision of the government  to ban all high value currency notes.

Thanks to demonetisation, for the first time in their married lives, the Mehras began to feel conscious of the huge age difference between them.


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FFfAW Challenge-Week of January 3, 2017

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 01-03 through 01-09-2017


FFfAW Challenge – Week of November 15, 2016


By Neel Anil Panicker

‘Boss, he is dead. Bangkok is all yours’.

Robert flicked off the phone. A smile escaped his lips. One more enemy eliminated. One more territory annexed.

He looked down and caught a mass of rippling muscles eyeing him through azure waters.

Time to celebrate; time for a swim. That too in the nude. Who cares? This was his own den.

He placed his trusted Beretta 96A1 on the rocks and dived into the waters.

The icy cool waters welcomed him with a loud splash.

An eerie stillness followed. Soon the waters turned red.

Bangkok just got a new owner.




87th Challenge

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 11-01 through 11-07-2016

FFfAW Challenge – Week of November 1, 2016




By Neel Anil Panicker

word count: 150 words

This is no ordinary bridge. It is my saviour, my penance and, my pilgrimage.

Standing here at the centre of the bridge (it has to be the middle__somehow I don’t get the same feeling from the sides), I face head bowed, my eyes rivetted but closed, gazing through the

crystal clear icy blue waters.

After sometime, through the placid stillness, I see her__ her full moon ever cherubic face with those delectably curly hairs tossed all around that long languorous neck.

My eyes lock into hers and I realise yet one more time that I failed her.

Failed as she slipped from my hands and was swallowed by the eddying currents.

Time hangs deathly still for long until those accusing eyes get submerged.

Time to leave. Got to come back tomorrow.

Hope one day those eyes start smiling, my soul gets cleansed and I am able to cross the bridge.