Tag: TRAVEL

neelwrites/ridingthewaves/FF/flashfiction/100words/06/10/2017

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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS Hosted by ever trustworthy ROCHELLEWISOFF  at https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/10/04/13-october-2017-2/ RIDING THE WAVES PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz By Neel Anil Panicker Wine glass in hand, Sandra stood at the deck, scanning the horizon. Below, the moon played truant, drawing curvaceous lines on the limpid waters. Her pear shaped eyes gleamed at the memory of the weekend tryst. … Continue reading neelwrites/ridingthewaves/FF/flashfiction/100words/06/10/2017

neelwrites/whatasight!/whatpegmansaw/fiction/flashfiction//174words/26/09/2017

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WHAT PEGMAN SAW Hosted by k rawson at  https://whatpegmansaw.com/2017/09/23/sambor-prei-kuk-temple-cambodia/ Sambor Prei Kuk Temple, Cambodia WHAT A SIGHT! By Neel Anil Panicker “Over there,” said Sunleang, his fingers pointing towards a huge compound wall over which rose the temple arches, “is the Prasat Sambor. Who wants to view Indian influences in sandstone lotus petal carvings in a 7th century temple structure declared … Continue reading neelwrites/whatasight!/whatpegmansaw/fiction/flashfiction//174words/26/09/2017

by neeltheauthor- author of WHEN LIFE THROWS THOSE CURVE BALLS

WHAT PEGMAN SAW Hosted by k rawson at  https://whatpegmansaw.com/2017/09/23/sambor-prei-kuk-temple-cambodia/ Sambor Prei Kuk Temple, Cambodia WHAT A SIGHT! By Neel Anil Panicker “Over there,” said Sunleang, his fingers pointing towards a huge compound wall over which rose the temple arches, “is the Prasat Sambor. Who wants to view Indian influences in sandstone lotus petal carvings in a 7th century … Continue reading

neelwrites/highplaceofsacrifice/whatpegmansaw/abloodyworship/historicalfiction/08/07/2017

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WHAT PEGMAN SAW Petra, Jordan A superb fictional travel photo prompt that the wonderful K Rawson challenges us with on a weekly basis  at Petra, Jordan A BLOODY WORSHIP Genre: Historical Fiction By Neel Anil Panicker Om couldn’t believe his eyes __a hand levelled rocky expanse stared at him. After a memorable night at the … Continue reading neelwrites/highplaceofsacrifice/whatpegmansaw/abloodyworship/historicalfiction/08/07/2017

neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/175words/whatpegmansaw/25/02/2017

by neeltheauthor- author of WHEN LIFE THROWS THOSE CURVE BALLS

Amazon River, Brazil Amazing Amazon Nights By Neel Anil Panicker Forty-two year old Susan George from Idaho was living her dream. Having won a staff lottery, the Wal Mart executive had booked herself for a three-day boat ride through the Brazilian rainforests. The sun was setting on Day One of her Amazing Amazon cruise and … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/175words/whatpegmansaw/25/02/2017

neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/100wordstory/fridayfictioneers/on route/02/11/2016

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…on route By Neel Anil Panicker WORD COUNT: 97 WORDS Fill it, shut it, forget it. That’s me. Just another trading post. Yeah! if that’s any consolation, they gave me a number as well, just a number though. In the trade i am known as route 66. Check that__on route.  That’s me. The median, never … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/100wordstory/fridayfictioneers/on route/02/11/2016

neelwritesblog/keraladiaries/02/farewell-part 1& 2

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KERALA DIARIES- FAREWELL By Neel Anil Panicker I have a confession to make. I hate farewells. Farewells are meant for those whom you would never meet, ever again. At least that’s what I make of it. I have a morbid fear of farewells. I guess it dates back to my childhood. As a child we … Continue reading neelwritesblog/keraladiaries/02/farewell-part 1& 2

neelwritesblog#traveller’stales/keraladiary/farewell/part1/02/10/2016

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FAREWELL By Neel Anil Panicker I have a confession to make. I hate farewells. Farewells are meant for those whom you would never meet, ever again. At least that’s what I make of it. I have a morbid fear of farewells. I guess it dates back to my childhood. As a child we were visited … Continue reading neelwritesblog#traveller’stales/keraladiary/farewell/part1/02/10/2016