Sharmishtha Basu is an unemployed artist, writer who is out to test her works, eagerly looking for publishers, publicists, literary agents and huge hearted generous readers, to see if they can help her to build an “unorthodox” career, a path followed by many before, some has been blessed with success, most have not, let us see what you make of her attempts! A failure or success- it all depends on you. These are pieces from her book, the book is available on createspace and amazon- This book is of course a collection of fantasy stories, starting from ghosts, demons, aliens to fairies and mermaids.
The child of woods
the skeleton piece 3
Then he heard the footsteps on the stair, crisp sound of a pair of heels descending. Both his friends appeared one after the other. The only difference was they too have changed their nationalities like him. Krishan was thickly built, short-heighted sandy haired man with a wicked grin and Bankim was ruddy, green eyed, with red hair. They smiled at him.
“She will be here.” Krishan smiled. His name was Daniel then.
He knew who he was talking about, his cousin, Miranda. Her portrait was on the table,
A beauty beyond description, he could see her in his mind’s eyes. A soft, fragile creature with ivory and rose skin, she knew how to live and love. She had her cousin’s hay hair but that had a golden tinge and volume. Her eyes were huge and deep blue, full of sweetness and love.
She was Henry, his brother’s fiancé that is their marriage was fixed when they were babies she went to France to live with her aunt. Henry received his education and grooming from London to become the next heir of their not so small Manor and estate.