Typewriter sound

Usage examples of clack.

Within the dark glistening of the corridors, where surface speaks to surface in tiny whispers like fingers, and the larger codes, the extirpated skeletons of a billion minds, clack together in a cemetery of logic, shaking hands, continually shaking bony, algorithmic hands and observing strict and necessary protocol for the purposes of destruction.

I was glued to my keyhole, mesmerized, as Fatty piped some command and a score of amahs clacked forward to parade the girls.

It clacked harmlessly on the wooden walk, a few feet short of Bogues, but it drew more attention.

Dodds clacking keyboard sounded more natural than the muffled burbling of the funnel or the squeals and creaks of the coaster.

Even the clacking of billiard balls, evoking slams, could take me there.

With its clacking letters and numbers, the display was designed around a large clock.

TV in the next cell, so I go back to clacking the balls, just watching them.

I take up clacking the metal balls again, until the other cons join in griping.

Ned said, coming up behind Father John, boots clacking against the wood floor.

And now Yap heard a new noise, a low buzzing and chirping and clacking and gnashing noise, the undercurrent of a thousand pairs of legs, wings, and mouths, and he suddenly realized what they were.

It let out a squeal and raced toward him, its six legs clacking hollow against the narrow steel shelf.

Hotter springs, lashing this superstructure with warm water, kept it in a perilous state of plasticity, so that chunks would break off from time to time, to fall clacking to the rock and gradually be washed away.

Culla followed, the mashies clacking together slowly, powerfully with the rhythm of his footsteps.

Clacking mandibles and soft, fleshy rips faded and welcome darkness cloaked the terrified farmer.

I, now of some fifteen summers, was pasturing the goats not far from the house, the sky darkened, and there came up so great a storm of thunder and lightning, and huge drift of rain, that I was afraid, and being so near to the house, I hastened thither, driving the goats, and when I had tethered them in the shed of the croft, I crept trembling up to the house, and when I was at the door, heard the clack of the loom in the weaving-chamber, and deemed that the woman was weaving there, but when I looked, behold there was no one on the bench, though the shuttle was flying from side to side, and the shed opening and changing, and the sley coming home in due order.