DEFINITELY SOMETHING By Neel Anil Panicker “Nothing, nothing is the matter”. Rajesh opened his mouth to say something but then quickly checked himself. She’s definitely hiding something, for sure, he said to himself. He flipped boringly through the pages of ‘The President is Missing’, the book he, an absolute non-enthusiast of political thrillers, was trying … Continue reading neelwrites/shortstory/fiction/sentencestarter/nothing10/06/2018


Sunday Photo Fiction – November 26th 2017 Hosted by LIVE BY THE SEA, DIE BY THE SEA  By Neel Anil Panicker Fighting through the ever darkening rays of the setting sun, Vardharajan watched intently at the swirling ocean waters as a massive tidal wave of memories soon deluged him. It was some three score years ago. … Continue reading neelwrites/livenbythesea,diebythesea/sundayphotofictioneer/flashfiction/shortstory/27/11/2017


Thursday Photo Prompt HOSTED BY sue vincent NIGHT’S VIGIL By Neel Anil Panicker Raymond looked down at his feet and kicked Jack’s once muscular body, now just a crumpled mass of tissue turned ‘cold as winter’. It had taken him a good hour to get rid of his best buddy, and more specifically partner in … Continue reading neelwrites/night’svigil/thursdayphotoprompt/fiction/flash.25/11/2017


Written as part of a weekly challenge Sunday Photo Fiction May 28th 2017 at get the InLinkz code   A DEVIL IS BORN      (#2 of LOVERS)   By Neel Anil Panicker His birth heralded a death. His mother’s. The night he was born there was no electricity in his village, a remote impoverished village tucked in … Continue reading neelwrites/SPF/devilisborn/#02oflovers/28/05/2017


Sunday Photo Fiction – May 7th 2017 THE CALL                    (THE QUARRY- PART 3) By Neel Anil Panicker An hour had gone by and Richard was still holed up in his seventh floor Mumbai hotel room overlooking Marine Drive, the famed mile long strip kissing the Arabian … Continue reading neelwrites/spf/thequarry#03/fiction/07/05/2017/


WELCOME TO SIX SENTENCE STORIES BLACK HOLE By Neel Anil Panicker It’s the morning after Raghu’s landed in his nondescript village in India’s Punjab, post catching an all night taxi ride straight from New Delhi airport where he had alighted after taking a long haul flight from San Francisco, the city that enables him to enjoy … Continue reading neelwrites/sixsentencestories/fiction/blackhole/28/04/2017


HUMAN STATUES By Neel Anil Panicker (299 words) If ever a survey were to be conducted to find out the most friendly couple among the residents of Silver Oaks, the tony neighborhood that abutted the southern banks of the river Ganges that served as the informal line of demarcation between those who had made it … Continue reading neelwrites/thursdayphotoprompt/15/04/2017/300words


(Note: Sorry, I hope you won’t mind as I have gone beyond 200 words with this one that just came in one full flow.) AT THE CROSSROADS By Neel Anil Panicker As a child whenever a problem assailed Albert, he would duck past the half-broken boundary walls and enter the vast expanse of the … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/FFfPP/2202/2017


Baby, check my dolls   By Neel Anil Panicker He insists that she carry the teddy bears, all three, in her arms. The last of the shoe-button black eyes have been stitched back into the softness of the mohair fur fabric when Benny holds grey Papa by the ears, and hands him to her along … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/spf/10/01/2017


BONFIRE OF MADNESS By Neel Anil Panicker The last thing that one would ever want to hear at my age and especially so if it is the middle of December when the weather is a damp cold and the fickle bones on your body refuse to persist with their persistent rattling and all one can … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/thursdaywritephoto/prompt/08/01/2017