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Chapter 9 of Collection of Poetry
Written by Charlton_Ghosh

Kit the Cat

Fuzzy little whiskers tickle,

I look at the cute little kitten,

The fuzz-ball offspring of Pickle,

So small and soft, like a mitten.

Oh sweet little Kit,

Why do you pester me so?

I think you shall challenge my wit,

Fluffy little bugger, let me go!

Your claws cling to my shirt,

I don't terribly mind,

But now you are tracking in the dirt!

Are you hiding? So now I must find!

Fuzzy little whiskers tickle,

I look at the cute little kitten,

The fuzz-ball offspring of Pickle,

So small and soft, like a mitten!

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Chapter 9 of Collection of Poetry
Written by Charlton_Ghosh
Kit the Cat
Fuzzy little whiskers tickle,
I look at the cute little kitten,
The fuzz-ball offspring of Pickle,
So small and soft, like a mitten.

Oh sweet little Kit,
Why do you pester me so?
I think you shall challenge my wit,
Fluffy little bugger, let me go!

Your claws cling to my shirt,
I don't terribly mind,
But now you are tracking in the dirt!
Are you hiding? So now I must find!

Fuzzy little whiskers tickle,
I look at the cute little kitten,
The fuzz-ball offspring of Pickle,
So small and soft, like a mitten!
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"Comfort food for the soul." I'm quite down, fellow prosers. Times like these, only poetry soothes me. Please write a lovely poem about comfort or comforting somebody. Make it at least 50 words. Tag me because I want (need) to read.
Chapter 4 of Collection of Poetry
Written by Charlton_Ghosh in portal Poetry & Free Verse

A Cup of Tea

Listen here me friend,

This most certainly isn't the end!

Life goes on for quite a while,

You simply need a friendly smile.

So sit yourself down,

And wipe away that frown.

Grab yourself a cup of tea,

And read this poem, to you, from me!

As you sip that fragrant brew,

Remember lots of people love you.

So just sit there peacefully, and read,

I hope this poem fulfills your need. :)

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"Comfort food for the soul." I'm quite down, fellow prosers. Times like these, only poetry soothes me. Please write a lovely poem about comfort or comforting somebody. Make it at least 50 words. Tag me because I want (need) to read.
Chapter 4 of Collection of Poetry
Written by Charlton_Ghosh in portal Poetry & Free Verse
A Cup of Tea
Listen here me friend,
This most certainly isn't the end!
Life goes on for quite a while,
You simply need a friendly smile.

So sit yourself down,
And wipe away that frown.
Grab yourself a cup of tea,
And read this poem, to you, from me!

As you sip that fragrant brew,
Remember lots of people love you.
So just sit there peacefully, and read,
I hope this poem fulfills your need. :)
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:'( I missed the challenge (by quite a bit)

"Make a playlist of songs to describe how you are feeling right now" ....But here is the entry I would have written, had I written it on time.

"Windmills of Your Mind" sung by Connie Evingson

"Sous le Ciel de Paris" by Duo Gadjo

"Hero" by Pegboard Nerds

"Once Upon a Time in Paris" collection of compositions by Erik Satie

"Say My Name" by ODEZA (feat. Zyra)

"Jyn Erso & Hope Suite" from Rogue One, composed by Michael Giacchino

"Johnny Tarr" by Gaelic Storm

"Fly by Night Only" by The Glitch Mob

"Amazing Grace" played on bagpipes (It doesn't matter which artist... because bagpipes are cool.)

Most classical Indian ragas (Sitars are also very cool, and who doesn't like the sound of the tabla and tanpura?)

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That is a list of some of my favorite listening music in no particular order.

I think this list applies fairly well since I am usually listening to one of those genres (or sub-genres) no matter what I am feeling; and actually those are pretty much my favorite songs of each genre they represent.

The other thing I listen to a fair amount is "1 Hour Epic Fantasy music" or some such(streamed from YouTube). I like to use that style of music for reading. And some thing along the lines of "Best Gaming Mix/Ultimate Gaming music" (also streamed from YouTube and usually instrumental dubstep/techno) for math related subjects.

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:'( I missed the challenge (by quite a bit)
"Make a playlist of songs to describe how you are feeling right now" ....But here is the entry I would have written, had I written it on time.


"Windmills of Your Mind" sung by Connie Evingson

"Sous le Ciel de Paris" by Duo Gadjo

"Hero" by Pegboard Nerds

"Once Upon a Time in Paris" collection of compositions by Erik Satie

"Say My Name" by ODEZA (feat. Zyra)

"Jyn Erso & Hope Suite" from Rogue One, composed by Michael Giacchino

"Johnny Tarr" by Gaelic Storm

"Fly by Night Only" by The Glitch Mob

"Amazing Grace" played on bagpipes (It doesn't matter which artist... because bagpipes are cool.)

Most classical Indian ragas (Sitars are also very cool, and who doesn't like the sound of the tabla and tanpura?)

~~~~

That is a list of some of my favorite listening music in no particular order.

I think this list applies fairly well since I am usually listening to one of those genres (or sub-genres) no matter what I am feeling; and actually those are pretty much my favorite songs of each genre they represent.

The other thing I listen to a fair amount is "1 Hour Epic Fantasy music" or some such(streamed from YouTube). I like to use that style of music for reading. And some thing along the lines of "Best Gaming Mix/Ultimate Gaming music" (also streamed from YouTube and usually instrumental dubstep/techno) for math related subjects.

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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by Charlton_Ghosh

A Message for the Boys Overseas (1940)

"What do you mean I can't perform tonight?" The heart broken voice tinkled through the radio broadcaster's office. "You promised me a whole half hour, Jim."

"I know what I said, Heidi, but I just received notice of a very important broadcast that has to go out tonight. I'm sorry, but it's going to have to take up your time on the air." The man, Jim, was a slouched old fellow with droopy eyes and even droopier ears. He sort of resembled a half melted candle. The girl he was addressing was just the opposite. Everything about her was well formed and youthfully proportioned, and her voice was a heavenly soprano's.

"Jim, isn't there anything you can do to get my show broadcasted? I could care less about the reviews. I just want to sing for my fella over in Germany. I told him that I would sing him a special song every birthday that we were apart. Now I gotta keep my word to him or he'll think I've been infidelitous to him."

The man sighed, "There isn't anything I can do. Your broadcast has been canceled. I'm sorry Heidi. Maybe you should try writing him a letter." With that he slouched down farther into his chair and got to writing something important at his desk.

Heidi stood for a long moment, tears almost welling up in her eyes. Then, without a word she turned on her heel and left the office.

The man in the chair sighed to himself again and shook his head as he prepped the prerecorded message that was due in five minutes. He tested the audio and then moved over to the microphone. With a sudden change in his voice he became the radio host for the night. "Thank you for tuning in with us this fine night. We just heard the great Sully O'Brian and his Big Band perform one of his original hits 'Don't Leave Me'. It's got some really great swing rhythm, and there'll more of that later on. But first, we have an important message from General P. Johnson." He pushed play on the cassette tape and moved back to his desk.

Jim's night progressed fairly normally. After the radio message, the radio program continued as before, song after song, style after style. Until right around midnight.

Eight big men busted down Jim's office door. The leader shouted, "You are under arrest for the broadcast of military secrets and the assist in the murder of American troops!"

Jim, quite shocked, protested but was no competition for the FBI agents. He was roughly handcuffed and bustled down the hall to the van waiting outside.

As he passed an open doorway Heidi stepped out wailing "Oh Jim! What has happened? Where are they taking you?" She squeezed past the big men and got close enough to whisper into Jim's ear, "I never said my boy was American."

And with that, Jim, shocked and disoriented, was shipped of to Washington for interrogation.

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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by Charlton_Ghosh
A Message for the Boys Overseas (1940)
"What do you mean I can't perform tonight?" The heart broken voice tinkled through the radio broadcaster's office. "You promised me a whole half hour, Jim."

"I know what I said, Heidi, but I just received notice of a very important broadcast that has to go out tonight. I'm sorry, but it's going to have to take up your time on the air." The man, Jim, was a slouched old fellow with droopy eyes and even droopier ears. He sort of resembled a half melted candle. The girl he was addressing was just the opposite. Everything about her was well formed and youthfully proportioned, and her voice was a heavenly soprano's.

"Jim, isn't there anything you can do to get my show broadcasted? I could care less about the reviews. I just want to sing for my fella over in Germany. I told him that I would sing him a special song every birthday that we were apart. Now I gotta keep my word to him or he'll think I've been infidelitous to him."

The man sighed, "There isn't anything I can do. Your broadcast has been canceled. I'm sorry Heidi. Maybe you should try writing him a letter." With that he slouched down farther into his chair and got to writing something important at his desk.

Heidi stood for a long moment, tears almost welling up in her eyes. Then, without a word she turned on her heel and left the office.

The man in the chair sighed to himself again and shook his head as he prepped the prerecorded message that was due in five minutes. He tested the audio and then moved over to the microphone. With a sudden change in his voice he became the radio host for the night. "Thank you for tuning in with us this fine night. We just heard the great Sully O'Brian and his Big Band perform one of his original hits 'Don't Leave Me'. It's got some really great swing rhythm, and there'll more of that later on. But first, we have an important message from General P. Johnson." He pushed play on the cassette tape and moved back to his desk.

Jim's night progressed fairly normally. After the radio message, the radio program continued as before, song after song, style after style. Until right around midnight.

Eight big men busted down Jim's office door. The leader shouted, "You are under arrest for the broadcast of military secrets and the assist in the murder of American troops!"

Jim, quite shocked, protested but was no competition for the FBI agents. He was roughly handcuffed and bustled down the hall to the van waiting outside.

As he passed an open doorway Heidi stepped out wailing "Oh Jim! What has happened? Where are they taking you?" She squeezed past the big men and got close enough to whisper into Jim's ear, "I never said my boy was American."

And with that, Jim, shocked and disoriented, was shipped of to Washington for interrogation.
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I love hearing poetry recited and It's been a while since we've had a spoken word challenge. Let's read poetry out loud. I remember how nice it was to hear the voices of our Prosers when we had this challenge. Let's give it another go? You can recite your own poetry or choose a Proser to choose from your work to read. You can also choose to read another Proser's poetry if they allow you to. Post the link of your recording on your challenge entry. (sound cloud, google drive, etc.)
Written by Charlton_Ghosh in portal Spoken Word

Shall I Compare Thee? (Spoken Version)

I tried to pick my best poem for this challenge. And then I spent about 30 seconds practicing it before I hit the record button... :)

https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B_uE9ZYoAa0ZNDU0THJjUXFzU2s

Here is the written poem (for those of you who care to follow along)

"Shall I compare thee to an autumn rain?

Thou wou'dst admonish me if you knew why.

Though I'd love it if the knowledge you'd gain,

I just can't speak, when near a butterfly.

You are a rose among thorns, oh! t'is true!

And I wish I could be but one of those,

Just so I could be very near to you.

I wish I could hold you; To kiss, I s'pose.

Alas, seasons have changed, so too have we.

To long did I wait, I did miss my chance.

Only now do I know you did love me,

but I was blind to your looks and your glance.

Now we have traveled our separate ways,

I'll always cherish, that very first day."

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I love hearing poetry recited and It's been a while since we've had a spoken word challenge. Let's read poetry out loud. I remember how nice it was to hear the voices of our Prosers when we had this challenge. Let's give it another go? You can recite your own poetry or choose a Proser to choose from your work to read. You can also choose to read another Proser's poetry if they allow you to. Post the link of your recording on your challenge entry. (sound cloud, google drive, etc.)
Written by Charlton_Ghosh in portal Spoken Word
Shall I Compare Thee? (Spoken Version)
I tried to pick my best poem for this challenge. And then I spent about 30 seconds practicing it before I hit the record button... :)

https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B_uE9ZYoAa0ZNDU0THJjUXFzU2s

Here is the written poem (for those of you who care to follow along)

"Shall I compare thee to an autumn rain?
Thou wou'dst admonish me if you knew why.
Though I'd love it if the knowledge you'd gain,
I just can't speak, when near a butterfly.
You are a rose among thorns, oh! t'is true!
And I wish I could be but one of those,
Just so I could be very near to you.
I wish I could hold you; To kiss, I s'pose.
Alas, seasons have changed, so too have we.
To long did I wait, I did miss my chance.
Only now do I know you did love me,
but I was blind to your looks and your glance.
Now we have traveled our separate ways,
I'll always cherish, that very first day."
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Write what you want to do when you grow up or what you do. Maybe even a dream you had.
Written by Charlton_Ghosh

Life Goals

At one point I had wanted to be famous. But the more I think about it, the more I realize that I like being a relative "nobody."

Don't get me wrong, I do want to influence the world. I just want to do it in a subtle fashion. 

I already have a sphere of influence, and my actions make an impact. It might be a tiny little impact, but I have already changed the world in some way or another. I don't need to be famous to do it; I do it every day. Am I being pompous? Perhaps, but let me illustrate my point. By simply writing these three hundred sixty nine words, I am giving you something to read. It doesn't matter what your reactions is. My words have influenced you in some way (even perhaps something so subtle you won't ever notice it.) And I'm not famous, I am practically a nobody.

It's peaceful being me. No press, plenty of elbow room, I am writing on Prose, I am playing musical instruments, I have job, and I am getting an education. I will want to change things up a little after I graduate, but ultimately everything will be the same (minus the schooling part).

I tend to live day by day. I have few dreams (for better or worse) and I intend to obtain them when and where I can; and if I can't, I will enjoy them as dreams.

So ultimately, my answer to the question: "What do you want to be when you grow up?" is this: "I want to make the most of getting older and (hopefully) wiser. I don't want to get to the peak of the mountain only to be disappointed by the view; realizing to late that the climb was worthless. I want to have had made the most out of climbing the mountain. Then, when I reach the peak, I will know that the view was earned, because I made the most out of the climb."

(I should probably make note that the metaphorical mountain peak is death and the climb is the unknown amount of time I have. The "view" is Heaven or Hell, based on the climb.)

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Life Goals
At one point I had wanted to be famous. But the more I think about it, the more I realize that I like being a relative "nobody."
Don't get me wrong, I do want to influence the world. I just want to do it in a subtle fashion. 

I already have a sphere of influence, and my actions make an impact. It might be a tiny little impact, but I have already changed the world in some way or another. I don't need to be famous to do it; I do it every day. Am I being pompous? Perhaps, but let me illustrate my point. By simply writing these three hundred sixty nine words, I am giving you something to read. It doesn't matter what your reactions is. My words have influenced you in some way (even perhaps something so subtle you won't ever notice it.) And I'm not famous, I am practically a nobody.

It's peaceful being me. No press, plenty of elbow room, I am writing on Prose, I am playing musical instruments, I have job, and I am getting an education. I will want to change things up a little after I graduate, but ultimately everything will be the same (minus the schooling part).

I tend to live day by day. I have few dreams (for better or worse) and I intend to obtain them when and where I can; and if I can't, I will enjoy them as dreams.

So ultimately, my answer to the question: "What do you want to be when you grow up?" is this: "I want to make the most of getting older and (hopefully) wiser. I don't want to get to the peak of the mountain only to be disappointed by the view; realizing to late that the climb was worthless. I want to have had made the most out of climbing the mountain. Then, when I reach the peak, I will know that the view was earned, because I made the most out of the climb."

(I should probably make note that the metaphorical mountain peak is death and the climb is the unknown amount of time I have. The "view" is Heaven or Hell, based on the climb.)
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Challenge of the Week #60: You have just discovered a new lifeform. Write a story of 200 words or more. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Chapter 7 of Collection of Short Stories
Written by Charlton_Ghosh

Oozelles

Shay Pipkin's Biology Journal: Entry 41; 041/9,461 approximately 8155.000

Location: Orbis Aquae

General Information Chart:

Object Name: Ozzelles

Location: Like humans and similar parasites, they are found throughout the known galaxies (this study has been performed primarily on Orbis Aquae)

Description: Think giant amoeba; Physically they grow to be about 3 foot diameter spheres; Usually puce in color, although other dull grey/green colors are sometimes seen; Its consistency is rather like a blob of jelly left out on the counter; Can change color depending on creatures age and items ingested

Origin: Unkown

Current activities: Digesting things, including themselves if nothing else is available; Only known danger to them: extensive fire and/or heat; Can formulate specific acids to dissolve and/or digest almost anything; Primary source of food is unknown, they seem to thrive off of everything

Special Notes: Can let off noxious gases at will; When burned: emits toxic fumes; Can separate into many, totally independent blobs; The separation/ reproduction of oozelles is accomplished through binary fission; If the environment is stressful for a colony, they will start to merge back together (two oozelles become a single oozelle)They communicate by telepathy; Impervious to almost everything; Generally does not take interest in surrounding environment;

Shay's Observations:

Now there is a sight I never thought I'd see. A  single oozelle splitting in two. A single oozelle is rare, since they are almost always social creatures living in big colonies. It appears that this oozelle has left its colony (I assume the one 16 miles to the north) and seems to be starting one of its own.

I have been watching this creature for 14 days now. I have not yet tried to contact it. Although I am fairly certain it knows I am here watching it. It moved to the other side of the clearing shortly after I made camp in this tree. However, it does seem comfortable enough to split in front of me. I think I will be able to watch a colony grow, right under my nose. This is really quite amazing.

I should make note that these creatures are thoroughly sentient, and have communicated with humans in the past. But I am trying to watch "virgin" oozelles, uncontaminated by the outside world. So far, I have been successful. And the natives (anthró̱pino psária) of Orbis Aquae have been a great help in this regard. They had told me about the colony in the first place and they have also granted me several necessary supplies.

I intend to continue to watch this oozelle for another year if all goes well.

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Challenge of the Week #60: You have just discovered a new lifeform. Write a story of 200 words or more. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Chapter 7 of Collection of Short Stories
Written by Charlton_Ghosh
Oozelles
Shay Pipkin's Biology Journal: Entry 41; 041/9,461 approximately 8155.000
Location: Orbis Aquae


General Information Chart:
Object Name: Ozzelles
Location: Like humans and similar parasites, they are found throughout the known galaxies (this study has been performed primarily on Orbis Aquae)
Description: Think giant amoeba; Physically they grow to be about 3 foot diameter spheres; Usually puce in color, although other dull grey/green colors are sometimes seen; Its consistency is rather like a blob of jelly left out on the counter; Can change color depending on creatures age and items ingested
Origin: Unkown
Current activities: Digesting things, including themselves if nothing else is available; Only known danger to them: extensive fire and/or heat; Can formulate specific acids to dissolve and/or digest almost anything; Primary source of food is unknown, they seem to thrive off of everything
Special Notes: Can let off noxious gases at will; When burned: emits toxic fumes; Can separate into many, totally independent blobs; The separation/ reproduction of oozelles is accomplished through binary fission; If the environment is stressful for a colony, they will start to merge back together (two oozelles become a single oozelle)They communicate by telepathy; Impervious to almost everything; Generally does not take interest in surrounding environment;

Shay's Observations:
Now there is a sight I never thought I'd see. A  single oozelle splitting in two. A single oozelle is rare, since they are almost always social creatures living in big colonies. It appears that this oozelle has left its colony (I assume the one 16 miles to the north) and seems to be starting one of its own.

I have been watching this creature for 14 days now. I have not yet tried to contact it. Although I am fairly certain it knows I am here watching it. It moved to the other side of the clearing shortly after I made camp in this tree. However, it does seem comfortable enough to split in front of me. I think I will be able to watch a colony grow, right under my nose. This is really quite amazing.

I should make note that these creatures are thoroughly sentient, and have communicated with humans in the past. But I am trying to watch "virgin" oozelles, uncontaminated by the outside world. So far, I have been successful. And the natives (anthró̱pino psária) of Orbis Aquae have been a great help in this regard. They had told me about the colony in the first place and they have also granted me several necessary supplies.

I intend to continue to watch this oozelle for another year if all goes well.
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Manatees (as challenged by @ceilster)

What's not to love about them?

They are big and round, have fuzzy whiskers, and chubby smiles. They appear, for all the world, like giant grey marshmallows. If that analogy fails you, try this one. Someone built a barrage balloon under water and gave it flippers... That is where manatees come from.

I guess I should give some kind of disclaimer that manatees can be dangerous, but to be honest, I think this is a tad redundant. Of course this fuzzy faced beast can be dangerous. All of nature can be dangerous. You just need to know that there can be consequences for messing with things.

Okay, enough of the disclaimer. Back to the bloated cow of the sea, that superb swimming blimp, the tumefied water-acrobat, the distended submarine, the intumenscent hot water bottle, the elephant who learned to swim. (I think I broke thesaurus.com)

They are funny, somewhat blubbery, and wonderfully themselves. We could all take a lesson from the Manatee: "You are the shape you have been made, and you are special just the way you are."

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Manatees (as challenged by @ceilster)
What's not to love about them?

They are big and round, have fuzzy whiskers, and chubby smiles. They appear, for all the world, like giant grey marshmallows. If that analogy fails you, try this one. Someone built a barrage balloon under water and gave it flippers... That is where manatees come from.

I guess I should give some kind of disclaimer that manatees can be dangerous, but to be honest, I think this is a tad redundant. Of course this fuzzy faced beast can be dangerous. All of nature can be dangerous. You just need to know that there can be consequences for messing with things.

Okay, enough of the disclaimer. Back to the bloated cow of the sea, that superb swimming blimp, the tumefied water-acrobat, the distended submarine, the intumenscent hot water bottle, the elephant who learned to swim. (I think I broke thesaurus.com)

They are funny, somewhat blubbery, and wonderfully themselves. We could all take a lesson from the Manatee: "You are the shape you have been made, and you are special just the way you are."
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A list of any of and all that you find lovely. Positive vibes my friends, positive vibes. Try to take a unique perspective on this, what do YOU find lovely? Want to write your list in any format? DO IT. Want to write a novel? DO IT. All I ask is that you tag me as well as any follower you haven't really interacted with yet. <----- JUST DO IT. Hehe sorry to get all Shia. Be free you writers of Prose!!
Written by Charlton_Ghosh

Dots on a Page

One of my absolute favorite things would have to be drops of ink, spread meticulously and systematically on a piece of paper.

Why?

Quite simply because ink, when arranged into lines and curves, create letters. When these letters are arranged, they become words, and the words join together to create thoughts.

I can delve into the minds of people I had never knew existed; and I can communicate with the great writers of the past in a (slightly one sided) conversation.

But the ink doesn't stop with poems, novels, and plays. It can also form rigid lines, spherical dots, hollow dots, squiggly lines, and even lines that negate other lines. These all coming together to form, Chopin's "Op. 9 No. 2"; Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata"; Gustav Holst's "The Planets"; Bach's "Toccata and Fugue in D minor"; Rossini's "William Tell Overture"; Tchaikovsky's "Overture of 1812"; Rachmaninov's "The Isle of the Dead"; Liszt's Hungarian Rhapsody no. 2; Mozart's "Turkish March"; Carl Orff's "Oh Fortuna"; Saint-Saen's "Carnival of the Animals".  Shall I go on?

This is why I love those little ink droplets. They give me a link to these great musical geniuses. Music is my first love, writing takes second place.

As much as I love stories told with words, I have a much greater love for stories told through "dots on a page".

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A list of any of and all that you find lovely. Positive vibes my friends, positive vibes. Try to take a unique perspective on this, what do YOU find lovely? Want to write your list in any format? DO IT. Want to write a novel? DO IT. All I ask is that you tag me as well as any follower you haven't really interacted with yet. <----- JUST DO IT. Hehe sorry to get all Shia. Be free you writers of Prose!!
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Dots on a Page
One of my absolute favorite things would have to be drops of ink, spread meticulously and systematically on a piece of paper.

Why?

Quite simply because ink, when arranged into lines and curves, create letters. When these letters are arranged, they become words, and the words join together to create thoughts.
I can delve into the minds of people I had never knew existed; and I can communicate with the great writers of the past in a (slightly one sided) conversation.

But the ink doesn't stop with poems, novels, and plays. It can also form rigid lines, spherical dots, hollow dots, squiggly lines, and even lines that negate other lines. These all coming together to form, Chopin's "Op. 9 No. 2"; Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata"; Gustav Holst's "The Planets"; Bach's "Toccata and Fugue in D minor"; Rossini's "William Tell Overture"; Tchaikovsky's "Overture of 1812"; Rachmaninov's "The Isle of the Dead"; Liszt's Hungarian Rhapsody no. 2; Mozart's "Turkish March"; Carl Orff's "Oh Fortuna"; Saint-Saen's "Carnival of the Animals".  Shall I go on?

This is why I love those little ink droplets. They give me a link to these great musical geniuses. Music is my first love, writing takes second place.
As much as I love stories told with words, I have a much greater love for stories told through "dots on a page".
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Written by Charlton_Ghosh in portal Stream of Consciousness

Dear Girl,

-No, I do not think your fat.

-Yes, I do want you to be a friend, (I don't believe in pushing things too fast).

-No, I can't read you mind.

-Yes, I really do think about nothing.

-No, I didn't know that it was your cat's birthday.

-Yes, I forget about things that I should remember.

-No, I don't understand you, (I just know that guys and girls can be compatible).

-Yes, I would like another serving of food, (I'm willing to eat your's if you don't want it).

-No, I don't have a problem with your family, (believe me, my family is just as crazy).

-Yes, I am absent minded and sometimes just want to play the piano.

-No, this doesn't mean that I don't love you, I just need to take my mind of off life for a     few minutes.

-Yes, I did notice your new makeup and hairstyle, (I just didn't know how to tell you)

-No, I didn't take a shower yet, (it's on my to-do list)

Sincerely, (and slightly absentmindedly)

C.G.

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Written by Charlton_Ghosh in portal Stream of Consciousness
Dear Girl,
-No, I do not think your fat.
-Yes, I do want you to be a friend, (I don't believe in pushing things too fast).
-No, I can't read you mind.
-Yes, I really do think about nothing.
-No, I didn't know that it was your cat's birthday.
-Yes, I forget about things that I should remember.
-No, I don't understand you, (I just know that guys and girls can be compatible).
-Yes, I would like another serving of food, (I'm willing to eat your's if you don't want it).
-No, I don't have a problem with your family, (believe me, my family is just as crazy).
-Yes, I am absent minded and sometimes just want to play the piano.
-No, this doesn't mean that I don't love you, I just need to take my mind of off life for a     few minutes.
-Yes, I did notice your new makeup and hairstyle, (I just didn't know how to tell you)
-No, I didn't take a shower yet, (it's on my to-do list)


Sincerely, (and slightly absentmindedly)

C.G.
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