neelwrites/thechiefjailwarden’soffice/partsixteenofadangerouslove/sixsentencestories/fiction/26/08/2017

THE CHIEF WARDEN’S OFFICE By Neel Anil Panicker “Pandit, are the papers in order? Have you checked with the court authorities?  And what time is the hearing? As the series of questions delivered in typical staccato fashion reverberated off the walls of the corner basement room that served as the Chief Warden’s Office, the assistant … Continue reading neelwrites/thechiefjailwarden’soffice/partsixteenofadangerouslove/sixsentencestories/fiction/26/08/2017

neelwrites/wearinganewshade/adangerouslife/partfifteenofdangerouslove/fiction/25/08/2017

WEARING SOME NEW SHADES By Neel Anil Panicker Ali stared into the message that came alive on his cellphone. “Plan 2 kill u. Tmrw court”. Escape, ILU.” For an instant he feared his heart had stopped beating as his head turned dizzy and a cold dampness broke through his body. It was followed by a … Continue reading neelwrites/wearinganewshade/adangerouslife/partfifteenofdangerouslove/fiction/25/08/2017

neelwrites/ThreeLineTales/fiction/25/08/2017

Three Line Tales, Week 82 Hosted by Sonya at https://only100words.xyz/2017/08/24/three-line-tales-week-82/ A CHAMELEON’S EXISTENCE  By Neel Anil Panicker Sleep was an anathema as for the next few hours Ali thought hard and long, running over in his mind a multitude of escape plans, and then slowly discarding them all, one by one, for their sheer impracticality. As dawn … Continue reading neelwrites/ThreeLineTales/fiction/25/08/2017

neeelwrites/thedon’snest/parttwelveofdangerouslove/fiction/novella/16/08/2017

THE DON’S NEST  ( PART TWELVE- DANGEROUS LOVE)   By Neel Anil Panicker Don Afzal Bhai was thankful the room was sound proof. He had ensured that. That way when hard leather connected with soft skin and the shrieking and the wailing and the crying and the pleading commenced, it stayed and died within its … Continue reading neeelwrites/thedon’snest/parttwelveofdangerouslove/fiction/novella/16/08/2017

neelwrites/alonelyvigil/parttenofadangerouslove/fiction/358/12/08/2017

Thursday photo prompt – Alone #writephoto Hosted by the gracious Sue Vincent at https://scvincent.com/2017/08/10/thursday-photo-prompt-alone-writephoto/ A LONELY VIGIL By Neel Anil Panicker Prisons make for great camaraderie. Call it brotherhood of the underdog, survival instincts, or sheer boredom, it is not unusual for two people locked in a common cell to turn into best buddies over a period … Continue reading neelwrites/alonelyvigil/parttenofadangerouslove/fiction/358/12/08/2017

neelwrites/thediscovery/FFfAW/part9dangerouslove/fiction/09/08/2017

FFfAW Challenge Week of August 8, 2017 Hosted by the wonderful PJ at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/08/07/fffaw-challenge-week-of-august-8-2017/ THE DISCOVERY This week’s photo prompt is provided by Dorothy. Thank you Dorothy! By Neel Anil Panicker “How long have you been with me, Salim?” ‘Around forty years, Afzal Bhai.’ “Forty one years, three months and two days.” Salim nodded his head. His … Continue reading neelwrites/thediscovery/FFfAW/part9dangerouslove/fiction/09/08/2017

neelwrites/watcher/fiction/thursdayphotoprompt/03/08/2017

Written for Sue Vincent’s weekly writing prompt at https://scvincent.com/2017/08/03/thursday-photo-prompt-watchers-writephoto/ Thursday photo prompt – Watchers #writephoto   THE WATCHER PLACE: TIHAR JAIL TIME: A LITTLE AFTER TWO IN THE AFTERNOON It’s Sunday afternoon and the prisoners are trudging back from the workshops. The gruelling five and half hour morning shift has just got over and the inmates, … Continue reading neelwrites/watcher/fiction/thursdayphotoprompt/03/08/2017

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FFfAW Challenge-Week of 8-01-2017 Flash  Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by PJ at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/07/31/fffaw-challenge-week-of-8-01-2017/     LIZA- THE DON’S DAUGHTER This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ! By Neel Anil Panicker TIME: 4:30 EARLY MORNING: PLACE : CORNER BEDROOM, THIRD FLOOR, SUMER MANZIL, OLD DELHI The tears traverse the path of … Continue reading neelwrites/part