I write to figure out what is left
MILKING IT ALL By Neel Anil Panicker ‘Dear Desh Bakhts, Modi Bhakts and Cow Bhakts (in no particular order). Today is a red letter day for India. As I hang here, suspended in mid air, my head buried deep in mud made purer by the wash of the sacred Ganges, I present before you my … Continue reading neelwrites/milkingitall/FFfAW/flash/03/10/2018
LOVE’S SLOW DEATH By Neel Anil Panicker Though unlettered he still loved to call her his Venus. One night, in the initial months of their dating, she had disclosed to him her deep interest in Greek Mythology, especially about Greek Gods and Goddesses. He had listened with rapt attention as if he were a budding … Continue reading neelwrites/love’sslowdeath/ThreeThingsChallenge/flash/storystarter/29/09/2018
MY LADY MACBETH MOMENT? By Neel Anil Panicker Look at it__a tweenie weenie porcelain doll, a mere statue that sits all day long astride my glass top table near the window that opens to the sea. All it does is grin, and rather cheekily at that. But, is that all? Or, is it that … Continue reading neelwrites/myladymacbethmoment/ThreeThingsChallenge/FFfAW/storystarter/fiction/flash/28/08/2018
Three Line Tales, Week 134 Three Line Tales, Week 134 https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2018/08/24/neelwrites-treasurehunt-threelinetales-flash-fiction-shortstory-178words-24-08-2018/ https://only100words.xyz/category/three-line-tales/ TREASURE HUNT By Neel Anil Panicker Stella, her eyes struggling to pierce through the stilting darkness, the only sound being that of her nimble footsteps echoing several times over and stinging into her ears, her heart beats ala massive iron fists slamming onto her … Continue reading neelwrites/treasurehunt/ThreeLineTales/flash/fiction/shortstory/178words/24/08/2018
FOWC with Fandango — Sensual FANTASY MEETS ECSTASY 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 … Continue reading neelwrites/fantasymeetsecstasy/FOWC/onewordchallenge/sensual/storystarter/fiction/19/08/2018
First Line Friday: August 17th, 2018 https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/19271780/posts/1963801162 Our line for this week is: The sun simmered red as it slunk towards the jagged horizon. AN AVALANCHE OF MEMORIES 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 … Continue reading neelwrites/anavalancheofmemories/firstlinefriday/fiction/flashfiction/179words/18/08/2018
CRASH LANDING By Neel Anil Panicker Knee high, insulated, timberland, wellington, combat, comfort, work…the list seemed endless. Boots, boots, and then some more. Rajat Banerjee had never seen so many types of shoes in his entire three score something lifetime. An hour later when he stepped out of La Footsie, he had lightened up his … Continue reading neelwrites/crashlanding/flashfictionfor aspiringwriters/shorttsory/31/07/2018
CROSSING OUT THE CROSSES By Neel Anil Panicker “Ever played noughts and crosses?” Jeevan looked at his father a tad quizzically. ‘Dad, what kind of a question is that?’ The extra twang while enunciating the last word with every syllabic sound stretching to it’s maximum meant Ethan hadn’t taken too kindly to such a silly … Continue reading neelwrites/crossingoutthecrosses/FFfAW/flash/shortstory/24/07/2018
HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS (2 minute read) By Neel Anil Panicker It’s beaten and battered. It’s demeaning and dangerous. It’s inhuman and inhospitable. But, still, it’s home. HOME with a capital H. It’s Seelampur__the place of your birth, raised and razed, several times over. It’s the place that holds all your memories; the … Continue reading neelwrites/homeiswheretheheartis/FFfAW/flash/shortstory/175words/17/07/2018
DANCING IN THE DARK (ONE MINUTE READ) By Neel Anil Panicker The child in her was still born; never did she knew the everyday unalloyed pleasures of frolicking with her seven siblings and their gang of neighbourhood kiddies, not for her the squeals and the laughter; the serpentine anxieties and the meaningless worries; the ubiquitous … Continue reading neelwrites/dancinginthedark/ThreeLineTales/fiction/flash/17/05/2018
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