neelwrites/smashinglove/threelinetales/fiction/flash/100words/19/01/2018

‘SMASHING’ LOVE By Neel Anil Panicker The moment the ball careened off to his left hitting the asphalt tennis court with the intensity of an unhinged tsunami wave, Ashmit knew pursuing it was an effort that would go waste. ‘Love-Forty’ boomed the referee’s voice over the microphone as the jampacked centre court crowd slowly got … Continue reading neelwrites/smashinglove/threelinetales/fiction/flash/100words/19/01/2018

neelwrites/holycow!/sixsentencestories/flash/shortstory17/11/2017

Welcome to Six Sentence Stories Hosted by JOULIE at https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2017/11/15/welcome-to-six-sentence-stories-72/ This week’s cue is MARBLE. HOLY COW! By Neel Anil Panicker “What the …? Have you lost your marbles?  How on earth can you even dream about it?” ‘Why? What’s wrong with Mary? I mean she’s fun, laughs a lot, and is hot to boot. What more could … Continue reading neelwrites/holycow!/sixsentencestories/flash/shortstory17/11/2017

neelwrites/SPF/fiction/shortstory/176words/13/04/2017

A DATE TO REMEMBER © A Mixed Bag By Neel Anil Panicker  (176 words) Varun, I knew him as. Was unconventional–said he believed in doing things differently. We were on our first date ever. Took me to this weird looking boat. I saw  a neighing horse’s head jutting out from the bow. “You’ll love this. … Continue reading neelwrites/SPF/fiction/shortstory/176words/13/04/2017

neelwrites/fridayfotofiction/100wordstory/forbiddenroads/23/11/2016

FORBIDDEN ROADS By  Neel Anil Panicker The phone beeped. ‘Tomorrow’ With Harsh in the room, and on leave for the next two days, I knew I couldn’t  just pick up the phone and say to forget it. It beeped again. Harsh said: “Looks like someone’s very desperate.” He had seen me on the phone arguing … Continue reading neelwrites/fridayfotofiction/100wordstory/forbiddenroads/23/11/2016

neelwrites/poem/quatrain#10/meetings/03/11/2016

Not meant to… By Neel Anil Panicker I don’t think I will be meeting you again Some hearts are not meant to beat fears and tears are all we leave behind I don’t think I will be meeting you again days must learn to live without nights some souls are not meant to be whole … Continue reading neelwrites/poem/quatrain#10/meetings/03/11/2016