Realm of Empress Musie

Well, after being encouraged by compliments from those who have checked out my paintings I decided to open art stores [things are quite grim down here lately, so all possible options are getting tested!]

The paintings are sold as stickers, tote-bags and other stationery, you can check them out without buying and leave your views.!

https://sharmishthabasu.artweb.com

https://zazzle.com/store/sharmishthabasu

https://www.redbubble.com/people/sharmishthabosu/shop

If you are looking for a multilingual author or translator [Bengali, English and Hindi] You can check out my freelancer profile:

https://www.upwork.com/freelancers/~01873ccd4b48c7e20c?viewMode=1

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This is my blog’s homepage. It is used to showcase my works and plans to visitors in a capsule. You will have to follow the blog to read the blogs I post regularly. This page stays static, sometimes for years.

Well, just like any artist/writer I too humbly try to turn my creativity into the means of my self-dependence, so through the years after exhausting much-hyped venues that did not clicked for me I have picked up few of my own hoping for a miracle! That is quite impossible these days because there are more authors + artists than readers, connoisseurs! Still, hoping against hope I have created my own bookstores, have published quite a few books in Kindle, justfiction.com have published two of my titles and I have created a profile in Patreon too, in case a miracle happens and all of a sudden my world is over-flown by admirers of my writing and works! I will be so happy!

Here are the five books that my patrons will get each month for five dollars [these issues are shared here as gift]:

SBPnB April 2021
https://www.patreon.com/posts/50096303
Coming Kingdom April 2021
https://www.patreon.com/posts/50096275
Agnipat April 2021
https://www.patreon.com/posts/50096225
Agnimalya April 2021
https://www.patreon.com/posts/50096201
Agnilipi April 2021
https://www.patreon.com/posts/50096180

These are the Ezines that I have been publishing since 2016, they can be bought from shoptly and gumroad or directly from me via paypal [April 2021 issues are shared as gift].

Agnijaat and Agnishatdal
Agnijaat Boisakh 1428, April 2021
https://www.patreon.com/posts/50096114
Agnishatdal Boisakh 1428 April 2021
https://www.patreon.com/posts/50096244

Wish me luck and pray for me that a miracle happens and I am showered with patrons!

Have a great day full of joy and laughter!
Lots of Love.

Sharmishtha Basu
https://shoptly.com/sharmishthabasu
https://gumroad.com/sharmishthabasu
https://paypal.me/sharmishthabasu
https://patreon.com/sharmishthabasu
https://buymeacoffee.com/sharmishthabasu
https://www.amazon.com/author/sharmishthabasu

Sneak Peek
https://www.amazon.com/dp/b08v8gxv5h

Story one: The lunatic-

Scratching sound on her window woke her up. Mina opened her eyes, it was dark outside but she could see vaguely because of the streetlight. Someone was standing at the window, slowly running her finger on the glass, looking at her.

An old woman with disheveled hair and hungry eyes, she was staring at her like she wanted to devour Mina with her eyes!

She woke up in her bed with a bad taste in her mouth. Her husband was sleeping by her, like a baby. One arm wrapped around her waist. She gently freed herself and went downstairs for a cup of tea.

A strange feeling of gloom took over her whenever she dreamt about this old woman. Sometimes she will dream that she was stalking her in a deserted road, sometimes she would be in a strange place with strange people, people who seemed known to her then this woman will show up and they will disappear.

The story of a young woman and her nightmares, how they became real in most horrific way!

Story two: The old graveyard

She fell asleep thinking about the song and had a strange, scary dream. She was walking alone in a deserted road, it was dark and the streetlights were really faint, most probably hundred watt bulbs. Huge, bushy trees were on both sides of the road, softly shaking in the wind. They looked like ghosts or monsters standing there, watching her, about to pounce!

Suddenly she heard that song, this time louder and clearer, she followed it and soon was standing at the gate of a graveyard. The sound was coming from inside the cemetery. She opened the gate and entered it. Like a dreamer does without thinking about the consequences, then she started looking for the singer.

Story of a young girl in college, when she heard that song for the first time her very soul froze, as if a dark clammy hand from her past reached out and touched her unleashing stark horror.