Neel Anil Panicker shares his story ‘Blast From the Past’ for #QuinTale-55. Please read and share yours for this #writingprompt: https://penmancy.com/quintale-55
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Neel Anil Panicker shares his story ‘Blast From the Past’ for #QuinTale-55. Please read and share yours for this #writingprompt: https://penmancy.com/quintale-55
#writingcommunity #writing #flashfiction #amwriting #contestalert
Neel Anil Panicker’s story is a submission for Tale-a-thlon #FlashFiction 4. Read it here.
Neel Anil Panicker shares the poem ‘At Your Service, Always’ for #Poetry5 submission for Tale-a-thlon. Read it here. The window for #submission closes tonight at 11:59pm, so if you’re participating, send in your #poems now.
Neel Anil Panicker shares the poem ‘When the Sun Sets’ for #PoetryPrompt 3 at #TaleathlonS3. Read it here.
Neel Anil Panicker shares the story ‘Dead Men Do Tell Tales’ for #FlashFiction Prompt 3 at #TaleathlonS3.
Read it here.
Neel’s ‘Stolid my Middle Name’ is a #Poetry3 submission for Tale-a-thlon. Read it here. The window for #submission closes tonight at 11:59pm, so if you’re participating, send in your #poems now.
Neel Anil Panicker shares his story ‘Murder in the Hills’ for #FF2 at #TaleathlonS3.
Read it here.
Neel Anil Panicker’s ‘In Her Eyes’ is a #Poetry2 submission for Tale-a-thlon. Read it here. The window for #submission closes tonight at 11:59pm, so if you’re participating, send in your #poems now..
Neel Anil Panicker’s ‘Heart Beats’ is a #Poetry1 submission for Tale-a-thlon. Read it here.
Neel Anil Panicker’s story ‘Bond of Love’ is a #FlashFiction 1. submission for Tale-a-thlon. Read it here.
The window for #submission closes tonight at 11:59pm, so if you’re participating, send in your #stories now.
She always used to say that monsoons are the best time to fall in love. She used to say that the rains had a dual
Dear…no…my dearest Samar, I have never written a letter. Not to you…to anyone. Never felt the need. Never knew what to write. And more importantly
There could never be a more eventful day. It so happened that I was heading as usual to office. It was a regular Monday morning
As a newly minted single mom with a five-year-old son to boot, you suddenly wake up to the bone crunching reality that the world has
The touch of steel on smooth skin sent a tingling sensation down Nirav’s spine. Deed over, he splashed cold water over his face, nimble fingers
September 5, 2022: Delhi The guard at the entrance to Gate No. 4 stood up and smartly saluted. The left front glass window was lowered; a
When did we meet to make such memoriesbusy was I seeking her in her eyeswho knew love trails coursed such territories didn’t the philosopher muse- ‘in
‘My husband had been very ill and the doctor was insistent that we must give up living in the town. It was essential for him
September 9, 2020, Mumbai “Even a dog wouldn’t eat such food”. The words were a sharp edged dagger that cut straight into her heart. Momentarily