neelwrites/flashfictionfortheaspiringwriters/TTC/FOWC/storystarter/17/10/2018

A BRIDGE TOO FAR  (genre/crimefiction) By Neel Anil Panicker Waiting is something Freddie D’ Costa detested like the plague. Killing time___that was not his forte. He would rather kill. And thoughts of murder were racing through his mind as he waited and peeped outside from his 12th floor hotel balcony. His eyes were fixed on … Continue reading neelwrites/flashfictionfortheaspiringwriters/TTC/FOWC/storystarter/17/10/2018

neelwrites/somedish/fiction/FFfAW/shorstory/12/12/2017

145th Challenge Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Week of 12-12 through 12-18-2017 Hosted by Priceless Joy at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/12/11/fffaw-challenge-week-of-december-12-2017/ SOME DISH! By Neel Anil Panicker Ismail Makhtoum stared at the strange concoction that had arrived on his table. For a moment he was tempted to call out to the waiter, the liveried ever smiling cartoonish character clad in a … Continue reading neelwrites/somedish/fiction/FFfAW/shorstory/12/12/2017

neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/FF/99words/30/03/2017

Golden Days (100 words) PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria By Neel Anil Panicker John adjusted his binoculars. The ship’s hulk came into focus. His eyes x-rayed the disembarking passengers. He watched their smiling visages; the rich and the pretending to be so, the young and the not so, all itching to drink and drown … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/FF/99words/30/03/2017

neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/FFfAW/165words/21/02/2017

A SAFE LANDING (165 words) By Neel Anil Panicker A slight tap on the shoulder and Ahmed turned around. “Excuse me, would you mind stepping aside?” Ahmed released the bag onto the tiled floor. ‘Is there a problem?’ His eyes scanned the uniformed man smiling at him from behind a handlebar moustache. “Routine procedure, please … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/FFfAW/165words/21/02/2017

neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/spf/10/01/2017

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