Pings and dings

Usage examples of sounds.

In a little while he was hard at work again, and the only sounds in the room were the ticking of the clock and the subdued shrillness of his quill, hurrying in the very centre of the circle of light his lampshade threw on his table.

Gately had finally become able to distinguish genuine thunder from the Enfield sounds of ATHSCME fans and E.

Chapter 11 The Mooncalf Pastures So we two poor terrestrial castaways, lost in that wild-growing moon jungle, crawled in terror before the sounds that had come upon us.

More than all do I rejoice that this, our first, and perhaps our most difficult and dangerous, step has been accomplished without the bringing thereinto our most sweet Madam Mina or troubling her waking or sleeping thoughts with sights and sounds and smells of horror which she might never forget.

When Schtitt exhales pipe-smoke in different geometric shapes they both seem to study intently, when Schtitt exhales he makes little sounds variant in plosivity between P and B.

The sounds of things said beneath blankets, winter beating at the log walls.

It sounds too simple to be true, but consider the Great Wall of China, if you will: one stone at a time, man.

It had won a late-night Battle of the Sounds contest for four nights running on one Detroit soul station.

The only sounds were their out-of-breath gasps as they pistoned their fists into him and the liquid twitter of a nightjar in the deep stand of pine close by.

He rolled out of the corner, bellywhopped, and then lay there, humping the floor and making muffled sounds which Lloyd supposed were supposed to be screams.

One or two snapped with small cracking sounds, as if someone was shooting a target pistol.

His fingers wrung the right sounds out of the guitar: hard, flashy, a little bit tawdry, like a display of junk jewelry, probably stolen, sold out of a paper bag on a street corner.

Joe threw his stick away and jumped up and down on the sand, making fierce hooting sounds of joy.

Joe looked curiously down at his own fingers, as if trying to understand why they could make the substance of the music Larry had played but not the sharp sounds themselves.

The sounds she made in her sleep were not the sounds of a person having happy dreams.