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Thudding racket of the rock crushers pulverizing ore. The sound of the stamps in operation is the sound of money being made, and only two things will stop them - Christmas and tragedy.
Such a happy sound, it makes me want to scoop out someone's eyeballs with a spoon.
For the time being
Words scatter
Are they fallen leaves?
The turret was shot with holes, and the floor was jingling with flakes of metal and turret motor.
Quick: noise made by a dyslexic duck
The low bump-bump-bump suddenly seemed to come from everywhere at once, the echoes bouncing back and forth between the alley walls.
That moment, the music screeched to a halt. There was an ungodly collision of brass, reed, and percussion - trombones and piccolos skidded into cacophony, a tuba farted, and the hollow clang of a cymbal wavered out of the big top, over our heads and into oblivion.
There they sit, with everyone thinking no more of them than they might of a pretty odd lot of cabbages, yet half the time they're pattering and clattering away at one another. Why? What is it they patter about? That's what I want to know.' I
The clatter of Crow calling to Crow - is there anywhere a friendlier, happier sound?
loud laughter mixed with the chirp of crickets. A moth hit
When they laugh, it sounds like confetti.
A volley of hailstones began abruptly, filled the woods with a frenzied percussion & ended on the sudden.
It flew towards the roof of the net like a Wurlitzer
In the soft grey silence he could hear the bump of the balls: and from here and from there through the quiet air the sound of the cricket bats: pick, pack, pock, puck: like drops of water in a fountain falling softly in the brimming bowl.
thunder booms to the
Slander, whose whisper over the world's diameter, as level as the cannon to its blank, transports its poisoned shot.
the distant cries of the seagulls
Shards flew everywhere, slicing her hands, her forearm, and cascading to the floor like snow glistening on a winter morning.
A wanton waste of projectiles.
Errors make excellent projectiles. They strike it cleverly in its vulnerable spot, in default of a cuirass, in its lack of logic;
Scatter?' Tate said. 'Why? We stay here. Why go anywhere else?'
'Because we'll never know how great this place is until we leave it,' Narnie said.
Bar and dashed it against Skarpi's head, shattering
I'd never heard any noise quite so welcome as the click that a shotgun made when it wasn't killing me.
Clunk all wound up and ready to go!
Did you hear how his head bounced down the steps? Thud, splat, thud, splat.
Suddenly, at about ten o'clock, a dull thud sounded somewhere far away from us, and simultaneously we saw a small white round cloud about half a mile ahead of us where the shrapnel had exploded. The battle had begun.
I like the sound of 'claps of no sound..
...buzzing with the kind of commanding energy that felled trees and whistled teakettles..
Col-lide: to come together with a solid or direct impact
Squee." 1 (verb): To emit an onomatopoetic girlish swooning sound out of pure fanboy adulation. 2 (noun): the sound itself.
If you're in a forest, the quality of the echo is very strange because echoes back off so many surfaces of all those trees that you get this strange, itchy ricochet effect.
The Doktor took a fly swatter and hit it hard. 'Bang!' it went. But it didn't go splat! The roach just shook its heads, hissed at him, and staggered off with two minor headaches.
A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air, and hover downward with uncertain flight, now almost alighting on the earth, now whirled again aloft into remote regions of the atmosphere.
Swish and flick.
There was an awkward silence
Until I throw a rock at it
They crushed the ship between them with a resonant boom, sending debris flying. Jesper screamed in rage and raised his guns.
Anything you strike, anything you shake or rattle, or just anything that can be picked up, and you can create a sound.
How noiseless falls the foot of time!
SILENCE. The most loaded sound in human history.
The screech of tyres, an almighty bang and a car exploded through the playground wall like a high-velocity bullet through a watermelon.
A roar cut through the melee: a booming growl, a noise that might come out of a she-bear protecting a cub. It was Alec- and suddenly bodies were flying everywhere.
When we were locked and loaded, he led the way and we jogged in silence.
Actually, I jogged in silence, my feet and movements soundless. Greg jogged like a large man who used to be a Marine.
Crunch.
Crash.
Smash.
Snap.
Crack.
Amateur.
Click, clack, click, clack, went their conversation, like so many knitting-needles, purl, plain, purl, plain, achieving a complex pattern of references, cross-references, Christian names, nicknames, and fleeting allusions.
Strike up our drums! Pursue the scatter'd stray.
God, and not we, hath safely fought to day.
Floote shot his other gun.
This time the bullet hit the man's chest. The vampire fell backward, crashed into a loaded display cabinet, and landed on the floor, making exactly the same sound a carpet makes when whacked to get the dust out.
The resulting sound wasn't quite a squawk, wasn't quite a yelp, wasn't quite a gasp. As best she could describe it, it sounded like an angry chicken slapping a puppy with a fish.
Anger is a boomerang.
Once more, dully menacing, comes the noise of gunfire, and already from afar, like the bill of a woodpecker, sounds the knock-knocking of a machine gun. We grow calm and are almost glad to hear again the familiar, trusty noises of death.
And there was so much noise. A symphony of grinding, a chorus of popping, an aria of exploding, and finally, the sad clapping of hard metal cutting into soft trees.
Thudded heavily against the snow as the thunderous roar of the yellow, glowing-eyed,
Echoes are more noisy than the source.
Steep fall to the ground
shattering
like clay pigeons
missed
by bad shots
and unsteady hands.
And beeping, obviously sure that I was either too stupid or too deaf to hear the racket.
It to the bottom. It clattered and rattled all the way down,
There is no more contemptible sound than a gunshot.
The kind of noise that made your skin crawl and made you press your hands to your ears and pray it went away.
A soft hushing sound, like fingernails scratching down an endless sheet of paper.
Muttering, "Fuck it," he threw his finger away. It hit the wall. He heard the quiet thunk through the sounds of helicopters. Must
Nothing. Just that sound, like the sound of starlight scratching its way through outer space: kkkkkkk.
Echo, the death of a sound that had nowhere to go but to come back.
sputtered and then
What rattled and thumped was a knotted towel full of melting ice cubes. Somebody who loved me very much had put them on the back of my head. Somebody who loved me less had bashed in the back of my skull. It could have been the same person. People have moods.
From Ronan's room, he heard Noah's laugh. He and Ronan were throwing various objects from the second-story window to the parking low below. There was a terrific crash.
Ronan's voice rose, exasperated. Not that one, Noah.
What was scattered, gathers.
What was gathered, blows away
Snowflakes make when they land on water, like the wail of a coyote; the sound reaches a climax and then fades away, all in about one
The clanging of the cart recedes. Marie-Laure
The conversation of bullets.
There was only the kind of silence that comes when someone takes away a cloclk to be repaired and after a time you become aware of its absence because its gentle, reassuring tick is gone.
Sound of snipping growing softer outside the window, Leo
impinged on the normal nightly Holcomb noises - on the keening hysteria of coyotes, the dry scrape of scuttling tumbleweed, the racing, receding wail of locomotive
The word rattled in my head like rocks in an oatmeal box.
There was a sound like a garbage bag of pudding dropped off a tall building onto a sidewalk. Robert had erupted, chunks slapping off the walls in every direction.
He couldn't be bothered to work out the acceleration of free-falling bodies that gained weight with each meter, but down the length of the spoke he was pretty sure they all ended in splat.
As I dive between the legs of a big Gunnar, I see Mair wind up and slam her shockstick hard as she can between the V of another guy's thighs. Falling, he makes a noise that I can't say I've heard a human utter before, sort of like I imagine a puppy would sound being put through a juicer.
A bullet is naught but a glorified pebble.
In the same way a pebble dropped on a quiet pond sends ripples far out from itself,
You know the sound of two hands clapping; tell me, what is the sound of one hand?
A squee is a spontaneous expression of delight. SQUEE!
I heard the pitter patter of little old feet.
below. He heard a clanging noise coming
in the ballroom of the Metropol Hotel on the twenty-first of June 1926, was the heretic, Galileo of Galilei, vindicated by a ping, a splat, a smash, a thunk, a thump, and a thud. Of
What is the sound of one hand clapping? What is the weight of a single grain of sand? The answer is equal to my interest in the message you are about to leave so make it short.
Mitch Hertzog's voice mail message.
The bottom layer of the right-wing noise machine.
I wonder what kind of sound it would make if I were to smash this glass against the side of his head.
He swings the knocker against the door. The entire building booms like a drum. It continues booming after he lets go, banging like a clock striking the hour, rattling like a great tin drum.
There is always a certain noise in applause: even in the applause we give ourselves.
On a sudden open fly With impetuous recoil and jarring sound Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder.
The rumble of a subway train,
the rattle of the taxis.
It kind of sounds like the noise a goat would make if you punched it in the face.
Nothing can scatter like 3 Siamese cats better than 2 Siamese cats.
The Sound of battle fell upon my ear & heart all day yesterday
even after dark the cannon's insatiate roar continued ...
Are you a drinker?' the doctor asked. I heard the clunk clunk clunk clunk clunk of empty wine bottles hitting the bottom of my recycling bin.
'Um, I suppose I would say that.
It wasn't a bang or a boom. It was the dampest, most corpulent eruption in the history of terminal flatulence.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
The town caught fire in several places, shells crashed and burst, and solid shot rained like hail.
The clump-and-thud of avalanching books suggested that someone must be using the weapon of knowledge in an unconventional fashion.
Danders Anders squealed with joy. The most malodorous sound in the world.
Noise proves nothing. Often a hen who has laid an egg cackles as if she had laid an asteroid.
The fight wasn't over," I said through gritted teeth. "I'd have won it."
Probably.
"Right," he said. "And something just flew past your window. It was oinking.
When a potter bakes a pot, he checks its solidity by pulling it out of the oven and thumping it. If it "sings" it's ready. If it "thuds," it's placed back in the oven. The character of a person is also checked by thumping. Been thumped lately?