neelwrites/gameofpresidents/sundayphotofiction/flash/shortstory/200words/31/10/2017

Sunday Photo Fiction – October 29th 2017 Hosted by © J Hardy Carroll at https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/10/29/sunday-photo-fiction-october-29th-2017/ GAME OF PRESIDENTS By Neel Anil Panicker ‘Sir, there seems to be a problem. Something suspicious is showing up’. Singapore Airport Officer Alphons Rodrigues peered into the computer screen that reflected the results of the X-ray machine. Then peering out he looked at the woman__middle … Continue reading neelwrites/gameofpresidents/sundayphotofiction/flash/shortstory/200words/31/10/2017

neelwrites/SPF/flyinthewall/shortstory/30/04/2017

FLY IN THE WALL By Neel Anil Panicker  (200 words) To, Dear You, the owner of this laptop. I guess you’re a very powerful man. Why otherwise would they call you Mr President? All who come into this room including those who enter before you, those tall well built men, all curiously clad in black__black … Continue reading neelwrites/SPF/flyinthewall/shortstory/30/04/2017

neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/SPF/200words/19/02/2017

© A Mixed Bag THE DINOSAURS ARE BACK By Neel Anil Panicker Though well past sleep time, the questions keep flowing. “Papa, will dinosaurs live again?” ‘No dear, the dead don’t come back,’ I say and turn off the lights. An hour later, once Aarav finally slides into dreamland, Nina too goes to bed as … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/SPF/200words/19/02/2017

neelwrites/fiction/shortstory#SPF#200wo/02/02/2017

Dear Friends, I am sorry but like Lain Kelly, I too couldn’t stop myself from writing something that reflects the changed political reality of our times. Neel. TRUMPING THE WALL  (200 words) By Neel Anil Panicker ‘The screws of the world’, Richard muttered under his breath as he turned off the television. Killings, hatred, bombings, … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/shortstory#SPF#200wo/02/02/2017

neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/whatpegmansaw/150words/30/01/2017

MAN WITH NO COUNTRY  (150 words) By Neel Anil Panicker It is a war scene outside Buffalo Niagara International Airport this Thursday afternoon. My name is Zan Win. The last I came here was a month ago, in December. My two sons were joining us from Myanmar. I‘ve been standing here for six hours. The … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/whatpegmansaw/150words/30/01/2017

neelwritesblog/fiction/shortstory/FFfPP/26/01/2017

  THE SHRUNKEN SPACE  (word count: 183)  By Neel Anil Panicker “What’s the matter?” Angie was not her usual self ever since she had come from the other end of town. She had squeezed herself into a corner, obstinately refusing the fervent pleas of her siblings to come and join them for a round of … Continue reading neelwritesblog/fiction/shortstory/FFfPP/26/01/2017

neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/99words/fictionchallenge/23/01

ABANDONED   (99 words) By Neel Anil Panicker Long after the last of the trucks laden with earth’s richly loot had left, their monstrous wheels kicking up toxic spirals of dust and smoke, its fumes angrily billowing into an ever blackening  atmosphere, Robert stood, his legs as if transfixed to the brackish grounds that hollowed out … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/99words/fictionchallenge/23/01

neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/s200words15/01/2017

A SALAMI ATTACK By Neel Anil Panicker It’s been only an hour since Donald won the elections, but to Vikram it’s as if ‘The Brute’s been ruler much longer. As Vikram steps out of his spartan hostel room and ambles into the canteen, he knows it’s bad days ahead. A change of culinary guard at the … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/s200words15/01/2017

neelwrites/fiction/short/fridayfictioneers/05/01/2017

Wheeling around By Neel Anil Panicker “America’s become his playing ground” ‘True, man,’ said Robert. Inhaling deep into his Cuban cigar, the very last in his possession, Richard banged his large hairy hands onto the table. A flurry of heads turned around. Border town pubs are not a place for the upper crust to hang … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/short/fridayfictioneers/05/01/2017

neelwrites/essay/USelections/the beginningoftheend/17/11/2016

WHY AMERICANS HAVE GONE MAD By Neel Anil Panciker A week ago the absolute unthinkable happened. I watched on television the less comical, more tragical spectacle of a slithery seventy year old bronze haired man daubed in mismatched silver and horrendous pink thundering from the stage his silver tongued note of thanks to the people … Continue reading neelwrites/essay/USelections/the beginningoftheend/17/11/2016