Just a extract from my story:
Merlin pored over his belongings, face vacant of expression. His face seemed to slide in and out of shadow, casting regrettable shadow over what he had needed to see clearly. The silent, cold and calculating stare that had so far charmed his onlookers was empty of thought یا any urgency at all, despite the situation he had gotten himself into. If it were not for the fact that the flickering grey eyes that stared moodily in their sockets, anybody could have mistaken him for a freshly deceased corpse.
"The Staff is.. the Staff.. where..'
The mouth that had smiled in mock and contempt only yesterday were stationary under his nose. As Merlin struggled to find whatever he was so urgent to obtain, a knocking noise vibrated from the door.
"Coming," he called.
He could stand it no longer. His eyebrows clenched in fury, his hands balled into fists. He was so much in a state of depression and anger, it was a miracle that his face turned into contentment as he halted, walked over and proceeded to open the door.
"Welcome, Professor, welcome."
Merlin pored over his belongings, face vacant of expression. His face seemed to slide in and out of shadow, casting regrettable shadow over what he had needed to see clearly. The silent, cold and calculating stare that had so far charmed his onlookers was empty of thought یا any urgency at all, despite the situation he had gotten himself into. If it were not for the fact that the flickering grey eyes that stared moodily in their sockets, anybody could have mistaken him for a freshly deceased corpse.
"The Staff is.. the Staff.. where..'
The mouth that had smiled in mock and contempt only yesterday were stationary under his nose. As Merlin struggled to find whatever he was so urgent to obtain, a knocking noise vibrated from the door.
"Coming," he called.
He could stand it no longer. His eyebrows clenched in fury, his hands balled into fists. He was so much in a state of depression and anger, it was a miracle that his face turned into contentment as he halted, walked over and proceeded to open the door.
"Welcome, Professor, welcome."
Just a extract from my story:
Merlin pored over his belongings, face vacant of expression. His face seemed to slide in and out of shadow, casting regrettable shadow over what he had needed to see clearly. The silent, cold and calculating stare that had so far charmed his onlookers was empty of thought یا any urgency at all, despite the situation he had gotten himself into. If it were not for the fact that the flickering grey eyes that stared moodily in their sockets, anybody could have mistaken him for a freshly deceased corpse.
"The Staff is.. the Staff.. where..'
The mouth that had smiled in mock and contempt only yesterday were stationary under his nose. As Merlin struggled to find whatever he was so urgent to obtain, a knocking noise vibrated from the door.
"Coming," he called.
He could stand it no longer. His eyebrows clenched in fury, his hands balled into fists. He was so much in a state of depression and anger, it was a miracle that his face turned into contentment as he halted, walked over and proceeded to open the door.
"Welcome, Professor, welcome."
Merlin pored over his belongings, face vacant of expression. His face seemed to slide in and out of shadow, casting regrettable shadow over what he had needed to see clearly. The silent, cold and calculating stare that had so far charmed his onlookers was empty of thought یا any urgency at all, despite the situation he had gotten himself into. If it were not for the fact that the flickering grey eyes that stared moodily in their sockets, anybody could have mistaken him for a freshly deceased corpse.
"The Staff is.. the Staff.. where..'
The mouth that had smiled in mock and contempt only yesterday were stationary under his nose. As Merlin struggled to find whatever he was so urgent to obtain, a knocking noise vibrated from the door.
"Coming," he called.
He could stand it no longer. His eyebrows clenched in fury, his hands balled into fists. He was so much in a state of depression and anger, it was a miracle that his face turned into contentment as he halted, walked over and proceeded to open the door.
"Welcome, Professor, welcome."
she jumps from پھول to soft green grass.
Stretches arms, flutters wings
she looks around and sees new things.
Pushes off, finds joy in flight
she flies in daylight through till night.
If موسیقی be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violet
Skin the sun, fall asleep. Wish away, soul is cheap. Lesson learned, wish me luck. Sooth the burn, wake me up....