SLAUGHTER HOUSE photo by Sam Carter via Unsplash By Neel Anil Panicker Through the semi darkness, unmindful of the several pairs of eyes that pinned onto her, Sabina stared at her father, at her Abba, the sixty year old silver bearded man who had been her life, her heart beat through the tortuous turns their lives had … Continue reading neelwrites/slaughter/threelinetales/shortstory/150words/23/03/2018


HIDDEN FROM VIEW PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg By Neel Anil Panicker They shared a special bond__ Pranesh and the hills. Growing up as a child, he would spend countless hours, straddling (his less lucky city bred classmates called it climbing) the moutaineous terrains. Hopping from from one heart stopping hair pin bend onto the … Continue reading neelwrites/hiddenfromview/fridayfictioneers/shortstory/fiction/100words/21/03/2018


MURDER ON HER MIND This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan. Thank you Yinglan! By Neel Anil Panicker Time you got married, Afreen? You know Imtiaz, Afroz’s cousin. He’s just landed a fat paying bank job, is kind, well educated, and good looking too__ideal husband material. What do you say? Lisa tossed her hair … Continue reading neelwrites/murderonhermind/flashfictionfortheaspiringwriter/shortstory/fiction/176words/20/03/2018


By Neel Anil Panicker Equal opportunities are empty slogans, talent loses, gender wins. Pea-brained men still call the shots Women with grey cells don’t get chance. #neelanilpanicker #poem #tanka


  GENRE: REALISTIC FICTION INSIDE THE MIND OF A POLITICIAN _____AN INTERVIEW WITH NARESH AGARWAL By Neel Anil Panicker ‘Easy as pie.’ What? ‘Winning elections. Plus, changing parties.’ Easier than changing diapers, right? ‘Much, much easier.  A piece of pie. And that’s not a lie.’ Yeah, don’t we all know that you’re an apostle of … Continue reading neelwrites/eathumblepie/politics/india/nareshaggarwal/19/03/2018


SMUGGLING SAGA By Neel Anil Panicker “See these statues, pure gold, ancient Gandhara civilisation, at least 20,00 years old. Each one ten million. All dollars. No bargaining.”   The foreigner squinted his eyes as the afternoon sun shone bright on the hilly terrain, its harsh rays dashing against the rocky mouth of the cave where … Continue reading neelwrites/smugglingsaga/sundayphotofiction/shortstory/18/03/2018