neelwrites/lovebirds/sundayfiction/story/11/06/2018

LOVE BIRDS By Neel Anil Panicker “It’s PRIYA. P…R…I…Y…A.  So stop calling me ‘Flamingo’.” ‘Because you are one.’ Priya looked at Raj, whose hands kept flitting in and out of the side pocket of her little blue dress, reaching places whose existence the nineteen year old wasn’t even aware of. “Oh! is that so? Tell me, … Continue reading neelwrites/lovebirds/sundayfiction/story/11/06/2018

neelwrites/somethingeerie/inspectorsharmacrimeseries/fiction/flash/shortstory/03/06/2018

SOMETHING EERIE By Neel Anil Panicker Inspector Sharma took a while to orient himself to the near blinding darkness. Only seconds before he stepped off the torturous 47 degree summer madness that was Udaipur and arrived at the ghostly single room dilapidated mud house located a kilometre and half off the city municipal limits; the … Continue reading neelwrites/somethingeerie/inspectorsharmacrimeseries/fiction/flash/shortstory/03/06/2018

neelwrites/inthehole/sundayphotofiction/shortstory/flash/historicalfiction/20/05/2018

BOTTOMLESS PITS  ( GENRE: HISTORICAL FICTION)  By Neel Anil Panicker   “Doesn’t look like a World War prison, right?” I looked at Alfred, my tour guide, and nodded. Proper lights, walls freshly painted, coated in vibjyoric colours, the floors, cemented and glistening; long ventilated corridors___the works__all this a long shot away from the vision that … Continue reading neelwrites/inthehole/sundayphotofiction/shortstory/flash/historicalfiction/20/05/2018

neelwrites/suicideofasupercop/sundayphotofiction/elephant/flash/realisticfiction/14/05/2018

SUICIDE OF A SUPER COP (GENRE: REALISTIC FICTION) Photo Prompt: C.E. Ayr By Neel Anil Panicker The end, the fall from grace, the willful destruction of self came in bits and pieces. It started with the detection of cancer. “It looks benign. Nothing much to worry about. Just a slight change in your daily routine, … Continue reading neelwrites/suicideofasupercop/sundayphotofiction/elephant/flash/realisticfiction/14/05/2018

neelwrites/mysteryfromtheskies/sundayphotofictioneers/fiction/shortstory/200words/06/05/2018

SKY HIGH MYSTERY By Neel Anil Panicker “What I’m saying may seem a lot of hot air, but trust me, it’s a lot of hot air”. ‘Stop talking in riddles and give it to me in understandable language. What are you alluding to?’ Detective Chacko inhaled deeply, pursed his lips, and spoke, his voice, a … Continue reading neelwrites/mysteryfromtheskies/sundayphotofictioneers/fiction/shortstory/200words/06/05/2018

neelwrites/meetRex/sundayphotofiction/shortstory/200words/29/04/2018

SAY HI TO THE MOST POWERFUL ‘THING’ ON PLANET (SATIRE )  By Neel Anil Panicker ‘Dad, what’s T Rex? Is he a guy, or a horse, or a monster, perhaps? In school, all…Alex, Jenny, Pam, even Eddie___they tell me he’s the most powerful thing on this planet? Is that true, Dad?’ Richard looked amusedly at … Continue reading neelwrites/meetRex/sundayphotofiction/shortstory/200words/29/04/2018

neelwrites/onethatflewaway/sundayphotofiction/shortstory/200words/08/04/2018

THE ONE THAT FLEW AWAY By Neel Anil Panicker She was always flying off, metaphorically speaking. Winging her way from one centre to the other, from one classroom to the other, teaching, interacting, counselling, solving, resolving the doubts of her wards, the innumerable army of students who flocked to her, hovered all around her, desperately … Continue reading neelwrites/onethatflewaway/sundayphotofiction/shortstory/200words/08/04/2018

neelwrites/cricketer/sundayphotofiction/flash/shortstory/02/04/2018

DAD, I WANT TO BE A CRICKETER By Neel Anil Panicker “Dad, I want become a cricketer” ‘Now now son. I know at your age your wants keep changing. Only last week you said you wanted to be a Salsa dancer? And a week before that you were quite stuck up on becoming the next … Continue reading neelwrites/cricketer/sundayphotofiction/flash/shortstory/02/04/2018

neelwrites/sundayphotofiction/shortstory/flash/200words/26/03/2018

LIFE IN THE CITY By NEEL ANIL PANICKER Ram Bahadur scanned the street in front of him; his little slit eyes X-raying every single movement fifty metres around him. The instructions were succinct: There could be a terrorist attack. Staccato and plaintive, even matter of fact, delivered sans any emotions. That’s what life in the … Continue reading neelwrites/sundayphotofiction/shortstory/flash/200words/26/03/2018

neelwrites/smugglingsaga/sundayphotofiction/shortstory/18/03/2018

SMUGGLING SAGA By Neel Anil Panicker “See these statues, pure gold, ancient Gandhara civilisation, at least 20,00 years old. Each one ten million. All dollars. No bargaining.”   The foreigner squinted his eyes as the afternoon sun shone bright on the hilly terrain, its harsh rays dashing against the rocky mouth of the cave where … Continue reading neelwrites/smugglingsaga/sundayphotofiction/shortstory/18/03/2018