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TO SPOT A CLASSIC By Neel Anil Panicker To be frank, It was with much dislike that Stella opened the oak panelled corner room drawer her grandfather had left behind and to be sure, her first reaction was of regret: a thick coating of dust filled particles wafted out of the spaciously built compartments and … Continue reading neelwrites/classice/flash/sixsentencestories/fiction/books/23/10/2018
Written for: Friday Fictioneers BAD TIME, WORSE TIMING PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll By Neel Anil Panicker Too near, yet too far: That’s my story this Sunday noon. It’s killing me__this wait. Guess what? The distance between us in no more than an arm’s length. It’s crushing, isn’t it? To know you can reach out and … Continue reading neelwrites/time’snotonmyside/fridayfictioneers/flashfiction/100words/12/09/2018
THE ANDHERIA MOR MURDERS (genre/crime fiction) By Neel Anil Panicker Inspector Sharma went from one room to the other, all seven of them. Broken glasses, half empty beer bottles, three packets of condoms, several plates of food, some holding pizza pieces , one full of cherry pie and the bare earth floor splattered with what … Continue reading neelwrites/andheriamormurders/ThreeThingsChallenge/InspectorSharmacrimefictionseries/01/09/2018
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
COME DANCE WITH ME By Neel Anil Panicker The sun streaked past the tall cinder branches and fell on the ground below. As if in acknowledgement, but more so in gratitude, Stella lifted her tender feet and flung herself onto the skies; the sun kissed early morning air forming dew drops on her pink cheeks. … Continue reading neelwrites/come,dancewithme/ThreeWordsChallenge/ThursdayPhotoPrompt/flash/fiction/shortstory/25/08/2018
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
100 Word Wednesday: Week 84 ‘JUSTICE, MY WAY’ By Neel Anil Panicker ‘Mr Sreesanth, now that the courts have said you’re innocent would you demand compensation? Would you…?’ “Look, I’ve come here to practice. Let the law take its own course.” Two hours later, as he sat down on the bench, sweat dripping out … Continue reading neelwrites/justice-mystyle/100wordwednesday/fiction/16/08/2018
MEANDERINGS… PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz 😀 (Thanks, Ted) By Neel Anil Panicker It’s a fixed routine, come rain, come shine, every night, around eightish__there they’re, taking their customary stroll around the park, the faces glowing bright under the glare of the strobe lights. ‘Three Musketeers’, that’s what I call them__the woman, slightly older; the men, much younger__their … Continue reading neelwrites/meanderings/fridayfictioneers/flashfiction/shortstory/110words/25/07/2018
YOU’RE MY WISH COME TRUE (Two minute read) By Neel Anil Panicker “It is a metaphorical tree”. Katherine looked at her Indian beau in quizzical fashion. ‘What’s that supposed to mean__a metaphorical tree?’ In reply, Raj lifted his arms and drew a huge circular arc into the silvery cloud of skies. “Look around you. What … Continue reading neelwrites/wishcometrue/ThursdayPhotoPrompt/flash/fiction/shortstory/13/07/2018
EVERYTHING’S GOT A TIME By Neel Anil Panicker By the time the two had reached the roundabout it was all quiet; all she could see was a thick bushy outgrowth__tall, cinder trees stood like fiery sentinels, their huge monstrous branches, twisted and entwined encircling the other less fortunate cousins, clasping them with their gnarled roots, … Continue reading neelwrites/everything’sgotatime/flashfiction/shortstory/04/07/2018
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