thank you jukepopserials for the post and the votes

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Added the second chapter in case you are reading, and have received 3 votes :)

Feeling a little smug!

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Thanks for the first vote…. whoever you are who gave it to my story. God bless you!

It feels great to be appreciated cant deny the fact :)

Wish me luck… wish musie luck that she wins all their hearts and her arms fill up with votes and she becomes one of jukepop’s permanent authors.

love.

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Jukepopserials.com has accepted my first story, it feels really good, when someone is not averse to pay money for something you have written.

You will have to check out the paying terms and conditions though, the amazon account they allow to create accepts only US citizens.

As money is not my top priority right now I have just asked them about the rules of payment, if they accept Indian accounts then I will have to ask my bro, because I dont have one but he does.

Will keep you updated.

Now, if you want to share your long stories, divided in chapters with serious readers, and you love to know where you are standing you should try this site, jukepopserials.com, they dont make a fuss if your work has been published before, that is a really great thing and I certainly am grateful for that. Because over the years I have written some long stories in WP that I will love to get tested. God bless them!

Now, if you join there do check out my story too and if you will vote for it that will be just great :)

the tower

jukepop.com/home/read/4601

Thanks a lot Jukepopserials and Maria (mariathurman.wordpress.com), Maria for showing me the site and jukepop for liking my story. Thanks again and God Bless!

Musegames on Wednesdays 30.7.14

musegames 30.7.14

She stood watching him, from under the shadow of the woods, slowly getting darker.

That man was shrewd.

So many times she has hoped he will come down on her beach, for a little rest… it’s been so many years since she has tasted human flesh.

But he never does, he rows his boat at a respectful distance from her beach.

She stands there, watching him, almost every day, her yellow and black striped body perfectly camouflaging with the surroundings.

Musegames on wednesdays 3.4.14

Scribd and jukepopserials

Maria (mariathermann.wordpress.com/) suggested me jukepopserials and scribd- and after my initial trying five sites, i loved these two very much. Thanks a lot Maria, these helps mean a lot to me, God bless your huge heart and your amazing talent!

Scribd-

It gives you the promise of quite a good readership, it clearly shows you what you have shared, and how many persons have accessed that plus it allows you to sell your work, collects its commission from your sales.

I really love websites where i dont have to fumble around like walking in a maze.

the site address is scribd.com
my profile there is scribd.com/ sharmishthabasu

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Next one is jukepopserials, I loved it too… if you go there and check out the way it helps its writers you will know why Maria praises it and I too have started to like it.

my user profile there is sharmishthabasu again, I try to keep this id wherever I can… the same spelling helps :)

the site id is – jukepopserials.com/

If you want to make some money and have confident on your works try it out.

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FB page n profile

the thursday post critiques-story of this week is-up-in-etherealpaints-wordpress-com

TTPC

I have posted the Thursday post critiques in etherealpaints.wordpress.com – a flash fiction is there- please tell me if it is acceptable as flash fiction or not! be honest :)

I am trying my hands on flash fiction, will love it if you love them too! if no then tell me, I will try to improve.

my recent posts and wordpress blogs

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I often have one or more sticky posts that stay frigid while i keep adding fresh posts, sometimes my friends too get confused when they are looking for the new posts, well they are lined up in the right side column.

FOR REASONS KNOWN ONLY TO ITSELF THIS THEME SHRINKS JPG FILES/PHOTOS REFRESHING THE PAGE WORKS FOR MY COMPUTER, I HOPE AND PRAY IT WILL WORK IN YOUR COMPUTER TOO!

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the list of my blogs in wordpress:

1. Sharmishtha Basu’s Poetries: http://mydomainpvt.wordpress.com : Mainly Poetries.
2. Thoughts: http://magicthought.wordpress.com : Stories mainly.
3. My cyber novels: http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com : novel, long stories, musings, cartoons etc
4. Window to my soul : http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com : mainly form poetry
5. Sharmishtha Basu : http://sharmishthabasu.wordpress.com : My haiku, piku, lanturne, tanka blog.
6. Ethereal heights: http://etherealheights.wordpress.com- Celebrating peace and beauty.
7. Earth in black and white: http://earthinbw.wordpress.com – The real world.
8. Colours and words waltz: http://coloursandwordswaltz.wordpress.com – poetry and paintings.
9. Daintypetals: http://daintypetals.wordpress.com – portfolio blog- no rigid contents.
10.And I dreamed….: http://andidreamed.wordpress.com – portfolio blog – again, no rigid contents.
11. Wing of dreams …: http://wingofdreams.wordpress.com – story blog dedicated to small stories.
12. ethereal paints…: http://etheralpaints.wordpress.com – stories mainly, smaller ones are tried.

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4 and 9 are partially private, shared with those who are interested to read my blabberings, if you want to read do leave a message here, dont click the button supplied by wordpress, the results dont reach me… I will send you the invitation in the email id attached to your comment.

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JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER WRITER UNDER THE STARS I TOO DREAM OF MY WORKS GETTING PUBLISHED. SO IN CASE YOU THINK MY WORKS ARE WORTHY ENOUGH PLEASE FEEL FREE TO CONTACT ME AND MAKE ME ONE HAPPY PERSON.

My hotmail ids are acting haywire so DONT WRITE ME ANY MAILS IN sharmishthabasu@live.in :)

one thing wont surprise me, that will be if some is using that email address, because even though i quite correctly filled up the form supplied by hotmail it bluntly said that the informations are not accurate, so, chances are high that someone hacked in and changed the information. I have finally called it quits and have CLOSED TWO OF MY HOTMAIL ACCOUNTS, ONE IS THIS ONE.

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MY ONLY FB ACCOUNT FOR FRIENDS

and in case you dont already know, i have joined facebook this february and my address there is facebook.com/sharmishtha.basu.50 – my doors are always open for friends. if you feel something is missing there, that is your invitation has been mishandled or something weirder do let me know!!! here. you can try my new email id in yahoo too- sermistabasu@yahoo.co.in

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DPS 23.3.13

THANK YOU FROM THE DEEPEST DEPTH OF MY HEART TO ALL OF THOSE WHO THINK ME WORTHY OF THESE BEAUTIFUL THINGS. I HOPE YOU WILL FORGIVE MY SHYNESS TO SHOW THESE OFF!

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sharmishtha basu
1.3.14

Some other stories & posts in other blogs

spr 2.2.13

Dear Son,

So many times you asked me about the places I go to visit when I am away on my trips. But I never answered you. Well, if you want to know… I can show you the way.

But beware, if you dont practice caution you may never come back to your home.

I have left you a diary and a key. They will reach you any day now…

I have left the instruction to post them to you in case I am not reporting to them for more than six months, so, I must be either dead or lost. If I am dead I hope I dont have any consciousness, or else I will be missing this world so much, if I am lost, come find me.

with all my blessings.
dad.

He folded the letter back to the envelope. Its been more than six months, his father has packed and left. He was a journalist with a science channel, often he went out on his own to investigate or with his team to work. So, not seeing him for months at a stretch was not a surprise for Jay, but this letter, that reached him yesterday made him call everyone his father knew and they all drew blank, no one had any clue where he was.

A small box arrived that very afternoon. The box was antique, it seemed it was carved from some unknown stone. He has never seen anything like that in his whole life, It looked like a crystal, the only thing was he has never seen a crystal that huge, that could carve a 6 inch x 6 inch box, about another six inch high in it. A beautiful oval shaped box.

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He opened the box with eager hands.

There was a key inside it. A key made of the same crystal, apart from that there was another note.

Dear son,

think deeply, if you decide to move forth, join a journey of adventure use this key to open the locker in my reading desk.

the drawer you always wanted to see inside but never could. There is a diary. First read it, then use the set of keys there.

May your heart be your guide.
affectionately yours,
your father.

He quickly went upstairs and opened the drawer. His father was right, he has tried to open it so many times when he was a kid. Waiting for a single chance when his father might leave the key by mistake. But he never did.

There was a diary inside it, as promised and a set of keys made out of crystal, but every key had each own colour, he counted, there were twenty keys in total.

He locked the keys back in the drawer and took the diary to his bed.

The first page said-

We are the descendants of one of the greatest sorcerers that world has ever known. It is believed that our ancestor thousands of years ago created a world of magic beautiful and evil both. That was so powerful that it took generations to capture them and close them behind doors that kept them inside by spells.

The following generations used those realms as training arenas.

Then came our times, we the ones without any magical power, with only one hunger- hunger for wealth and adventure. So many has lost their lives behind those doors. Yet I will go… and every time I can return I will share the stories ….

In the end his father’s name was signed.

He turned the next page.

The red door –

I turned the key into the hole and the door opened. There was a small ante room before another door. In that room there was a cloak and a ring, and a letter.

My son, if you are following my footsteps, do not forget to keep the ring, cloak and the letter back there for your son.

So, I picked up the letter and started reading it. It was not actually one letter, I could see a huge stack lying beside, seems every man has left one after coming out of the room, for his son. Dont worry, the paper stack and inkpot keeps replentishing itself. Feel free to use.

Now, my son, the cloak will make you air, for it is a scary world inside for sure, it is the easiest one too. I wont spoil the surprises, just remember two things- the cloak will turn you into air, and if you are hungry or thirsty then you will have to open it to eat or drink, that is to use your body you will have to open it, but beware, it is a land filled with dangers. If you feel trapped, scared or tired rub the ring in your palm twice, you will come back to this room.

I passed six months in this realm. With priceless memories.

With much love,
your loving father.

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He placed the diary down on his bedside table.

What was behind those doors…. he wondered. What lured men so much, that they ignored the fear of death. But above all, where was the gate to the place that lead to those worlds? He laid there watching the ceiling, trying to sleep but could not.

He threw away the covers and turned on the light. He picked up the diary and as if in answer to his questions a letter fell.

A sealed letter in his name.

He opened it and started reading instantly.

Dear son,

Open the same drawer from which you found the diary, you will have to locate the lever that will open the panel at the back, there is another key and the direction to the gateway.

Wish you the very best. But my son, dont forget to read my diary entries and letters about the rooms before you enter them.

Wish you a long and happy life.

With love and blessings,
your father.

He scrambled downstairs and opened the drawer, after minute search he located the lever, the compartment opened, it had a sealed envelope inside it.

He opened the envelop, there was a map with clear directions and two sets keys, one was normal- appeared like house keys, the other was very extraordinary- very beautiful, it was folding, when he completely opened it it measured somewhere around 1 feet by six inches, it was made of metal, with a fire coloured phoenyx as its main body, the bird was an exquisite work of art.

he folded it back and concentrated on the map.

He packed up for the trip next day, because it will take him to a small island in Andaman, owned by his family for generations- a fact he came to know just now. His father never even mentioned it. But he could see why he taught him all sorts of sports and driving every possible vehicle, starting from small ships to helicopters and small plane. He knew scuba diving and mountaineering. He was not even in his thirties…

He boarded a plane to the airport named in the directions, from there he was supposed to take HIS boat, that was in HIS house there. He thought he knew his father … he never thought he had so many secrets!

He reached his house in port blair, it was a lovely little beach house. His boat, a small and very sturdy schooner was lying in the harbour, meticulously maintained by the man who took care of the house and their small property there.

There was another thing in that sealed envelope, a bracelet, with his name carved on it, he was supposed to wear it on his arm, from the day he arrived at Port Blair, and after that for the rest of his life.

The name of the man who took care of their property was Marx, he was somewhere in his sixties but was very well built and extraordinarily handsome. If Bodhisatva was of jealous type he might have gotten jealous of his looks at that age, he was more attractive than Bodhi.

“So you are heading for the island?” Marx asked.

“Yes.” Bodhi answered, “Have you ever been there?”

“None but the descendants of your family can place their foot on that island. Better beware of that fact young master.” Marx chuckled.

“Where are you from…? around here?” Bodhi asked.

He nodded in disagreement. He seemed an amicable but silent man, and Bodhi never bothered people who preferred silence so they had their dinner early and both retired to their chambers. He could see from the arrangements that his father treated Marx as equal so he treated him like his father’s brother.

He passed a restless night.

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the rest is in earthinbw.wordpress.com

IF IT INTRIGUES YOU, THEN YOU CAN CHECK OUT THESE PAGES TOO :)

earthinbw.wordpress.com/a-little-bunch-of-stories/
magicthought.wordpress.com/long-stories-collection/
magicthought.wordpress.com/special-short-stories-collection/
etherealpaints.wordpress.com/some-long-stories/

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Have a wonderful weekend and time ahead my dear friends, wish you a fabulous time ahead.

lots of love.

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As you all know I have made daintypetalsofwords.wordpress.com and window2mysoul.wordpress.com private, if you want to read these blogs let me know, i will send the invitation to the email id that i get when you post a comment, do let me know if you get it, if not i will send again and again till you do.

Clicking the option that wordpress provides you wont work, for some reason those requests are not forwarded to me, leave a comment here mentioning the blog/s you want to read and I will invite you, let me know if you face some complication!

Dont be scared, there wont be many posts there, just one or two each week, and they will be quite seriously written, may be quite blunt and harsh…fair warning!

The others are in their usual places,
sharmishthabasu.wordpress.com; coloursandwordswaltz.wordpress.com; etherealheights.wordpress.com; etherealpaints.wordpress.com; earthinbw.wordpress.com; magicthought.wordpress.com; mycybernovels.wordpress.com; andidreamed.wordpress.com; wingofdreams.wordpress.com

andidreamed.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-stories-10-7-14/
mycybernovels.wordpress.com/2014/07/09/musegames-on-wednesdays-9-7-14/
mycybernovels.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-scribbling-10-7-14/
magicthought.wordpress.com/2014/07/09/musegames-on-wednesdays-9-7-14/
magicthought.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-thoughts-10-7-14/
mydomainpvt.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-pages-10-7-14/
earthinbw.wordpress.com/2014/07/11/friday-fury-11-7-14/
earthinbw.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-blog-10-7-14/
etherealpaints.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/the-thursday-post-critiques-10-7-14/
etherealheights.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-seven-10-7-14/
coloursandwordswaltz.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-pedagogy-10-7-14/
sharmishthabasu.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-paints-10-7-14/
wingofdreams.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-fun-n-frolics-10-7-14/

AND THE PRIVATE BLOGS

daintypetals.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-Bouquet-10-7-14/
window2mysoul.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/thursday-introspections-10-7-14/

my fb account is sharmishtha.basu.50, if you want to join me there, do leave me a message, to tell me, and if you find any discrepancy, or something confuses you about the account, like an old friend of mine got confused and ended up in the account of another sharmishtha basu, a married woman with a kid, and only after he congratulated me on my kid did he realized that he was standing in front of a stranger’s house, that woman uses my spelling and our profiles are slightly different, now that is a little too annoying co-incidence! any way… just double check if you get confused. I use my signature photograph in my profile and the header of mydomainpvt as background pic in fb.

MY ONLY FB ACCOUNT FOR FRIENDS

THESE TWO IMAGES TO BE PRECISE:

sign 16.2.14 SM

visions 1.4.13 CAWW

the encounter

ghost

“dont go too far…” mother called out. “You know your daddy will get angry if he sees you loitering around, too away from home.”

“I wont mommy…” he promised.

In a minute he was as far from home as he could be. He noticed him too late… he too was running his heads off, they both collided.

“Gho.. gho… ghost…” the boy shouted.

“Ma..ma.. man.” he shouted.

both fainted.

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From the quill of Femme Sole

abuse of timeline

When I read about these incidents, or the incidents where young boys and girls have been bullied online, resulting in tragic incidents I thank God that when I was in that gentle phase of life our bullying meant directly, face to face or may be a note slipped in your bag, under your door, one that you could easily thrown into oven without reading, bothering to open.

My heart goes out to these people, even if it is something that they have actually done- like a roll on the hay with someone – that in my dictionary is not a sin, every normal human being does it, no one has the right to flash it all over the media.

These things can be avoided to a limit- the two things you can do is approve the things that will show up in your timeline, groups that you run or pages that you have- that is, the billboard of your life visible to everyone you count as your friend, relative. If you think you can approve comments too, I have seen a lot of my wp friends doing that.

Not everyone is worthy of being given a full liberty to do whatever they want in your personal life, and often a friend turned enemy is ugliest of them all.

What is the harm if you approve things before they show up in your timeline? It may save you from utter humilliation!

Just think seriously!

Thursday Thoughts 24.7.14

First a joke:

A woman went to grocery shop to pick up the groceries, her husband was too lazy, his days were spent lounging on the sofa, watching the television and drinking bear. His only activity was going to the refrigerator to grab another bottle.

She found an ugly bird sitting on birdstand on her way back home.

“Who will buy that ugly bird?” she joked to the owner.

“Ugly?” he asked with a big smirk, “Watch him in action.”

He looked at the bird and said, “Goony bird wood.”

The bird pounced on a log and with a furious storm of attack ripped it to pieces in minutes.

“Goony bird chair.”

In a minute there was no chair standing in that room.

The woman returned home with that bird dangling in the cage.

“You dumb woman! You wasted all that money on that ugly hideous bird!” her husband roared from the sofa.

“Darling it is a rare species… it is called Goony bird.”

“Goony bird my foot….”

You can guess the rest :)

(I dont remember the source of this joke but it is one of my favorite jokes.)

Now, the nature part, did you know Goony bird is another name for Albatros? I never even imagined that part.

thursday thoughts

Musegames on Wednesdays 23.7.14

musegames 23.7.14

Death… that is what he saw in the face of the shark, a few inches away from his boat! It looked just like his boss…

“If you want to work for me get your lazy *** out in the sea now!” He has growled, even though the television was broadcasting about cyclonic weather.

“Boss… what if the storm hits? Do you think the boat will hold stormy weather?”

“Don’t give me your lazy excuses…” he has bared his teeth like a rabid dog… or that shark that was trying to get him.

His boss’s dear trawler was thousand feet under the ocean, the storm hit furiously, right in the middle of ocean; he of course was the only man out in the ocean.

The shark bared it teeth again… it seemed to him it was mocking him.

A ladder fell in front of him, he heard a shout, “catch it before you become fish food” he heard a loud shout.

Musegames on wednesdays 3.4.14