April 21st, 2012 | 159 Entries

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159 Entries for “sound”

  1. THe sound of his voice is the sound of ice cracking. I crunch him between my teeth and swallow him up. If ever I should find him again, he will be cold water in my belly, speechless and lost.

    By M URL on 04.21.2012

  2. The sound of the city. My favorite sound on earth. I’m looking for an apartment, and these brokers keep telling me these places are “quiet,” as though that were a plus. Give me noise! Noise! City noise! I can’t get enough of it. To me, it’s the most beautiful sound on earth.

    By Susan URL on 04.21.2012

  3. The sound I’m listening to right now is industrial music being played on Radio Blast Furnace. I guess that means that it’s a lot of sounds. I love them all. I also think of Puget Sound, which is my dream place to live someday. I love how I feel when I’m there. I could write endlessly.

    By deadponies URL on 04.21.2012

  4. Sound,
    all I want to here from your voice is the sound
    of you demanding me
    to love you in new
    ways that will make any harmony in a five star
    orchestra concerto
    cringe at the music of our experimental relationship.

    By TheAmoretto URL on 04.21.2012

  5. she saw the truck too late to turn
    she felt when supple flesh met solid steel
    she tasted blood on the steering wheel
    she smelled gasoline begin to burn
    the explosion was soundless to she
    who was deaf since she was age three

    By None So Lovely URL on 04.21.2012

  6. His voice was like the sound of the wind through the trees, or a river that trickles over the rocks. It was so calming, so relaxing, and his words always sounded right.
    His laugh was so sweet and musical. The way he cast his eyes down while his smile lingered was like poetry.

    By Abbey on 04.21.2012

  7. It makes a ticking noise, my clock, as steady and reliable as a heart beat. Every night I let its thrums put me to sleep and peace, as no other sound would. It is the heartbeat of my own little creature, locked up in a little clock.

    By Mary URL on 04.21.2012

  8. The din of the crown fades into the distance as I lower my foot on the pedal. The roar of the engine takes over and there is peace in my mind away from it all. My own laugh rises from my throat and startles me.

    By lizamajig URL on 04.21.2012

  9. The sound of his voice captured me. I was mesmerized, hearing this melody pour out from between those gorgeous lips. His fingers played across those strings with a practiced self-assurance that made my skin tingle. His brows furrowed, his eyes sad as the words he sang came straight from his heart. He saw nothing, he was far away from this place, this stage, these lights. He was with the woman who broke his heart, who left him to pick up the pieces all those years ago. And just like that, the song ends, his brilliant smile returns, his eyes alight onto mine and my heart can’t help but melt. He’s beautiful.

    By CNou91 URL on 04.21.2012

  10. The sound of a plover drifted through the wind. “That’s funny,” I thought. “I don’t live near an ocean.”
    I opened my window to hear more of the song and suddenly, I was overlooking an ocean.

    By Kyrie' Owen on 04.21.2012

  11. Lots of big booms that I heard when I was hiding in my purple house last night in France. Big ugly dudes were strutting about the place. It was a pretty stupid experience, and i regret every friggin’ second of it.

    By Jethro Bradley on 04.21.2012

  12. by the sound of things, i have been forgiven, but by the sound of things, this friendship will never be the same.

    By t URL on 04.21.2012


    By Anna URL on 04.21.2012

  14. Snap. Crackle. POP!

    By ash on 04.21.2012

  15. I hear many sounds. Loud sounds alarming sounds, quiet distant sounds and several in between. I don’t know where they’re coming from or what they mean. They invoke a mix of emotions as I listen.

    By Jema URL on 04.21.2012

  16. The sound of music in her ears is overwhelming. She screams as she blocks her ears with her hands, trying to escape the sounds. She runs, into the dark of the woods, searching for anything to silence it. She finds nothing as she falls to the ground, singing along to the sounds in her head.

    By Alexa URL on 04.21.2012

  17. Die Reste der grünen Strünke hatten sich zwischen den Zähnen festgesetzt und da sie keine Zahnseide zur Hand hatte, versuchte sie, sich ihrer mit spitzen Fingern zu entledigen. Sie rutschten über die Fingernägel und quietschten dabei mit hohem Ton.

    By Eli URL on 04.21.2012

  18. i can taste your voice in my mouth.
    the music dances on my skin.
    but i cannot hear it

    By september URL on 04.21.2012

  19. something that rocks you back and forth at night while your mother screams.
    something that caresses your hair as your little sister shrieks.
    something that croons to you as you lie awake listening to your parents shout.
    my only savior.

    By september URL on 04.21.2012

  20. Say what….. Boogie with Stu….
    Been in town, my baby, We just got to rock on
    Yeah, darling, we just got to go home
    I don’t want no tutti-frutti, no lollipop
    Come on, baby, just rock, rock, rock.
    Yeah…… oooooooo…..

    By Lord Jim URL on 04.21.2012

  21. Madison was used to her home being full of sound when she came home from school. Whether it was her father yelling at the television or her mother jabbering on the phone, there was always some sort of noise. Sometimes Casey was even the culprit, having her music all the way up, drowning out whatever had wronged her that day.

    By Dani on 04.21.2012

  22. Sound is a manifest in ones brain a way to communicate with other to make the view of things all make sence, sound is pleasure and pain. Sound is not needed but preferred.

    By Jess URL on 04.21.2012

  23. Sound is absence. Sound is nothing. Sound is silent.

    By Ev on 04.21.2012

  24. Sound. Sixty seconds of sound. Pure Adrenaline rush and fire. The flames surround the stage and I can’t keep up. My band mates are giving me dirty looks but i push on through the pain in my writs and get the rhythm back on track. I knew how important tonight was for us.

    By Maysun URL on 04.21.2012

  25. when lightning crashes,
    waves roar,
    birds chirp,
    and engines rev.
    when fires crackle
    or lovers whisper,
    that’s when you’ll hear it.

    By NuSol URL on 04.21.2012

  26. music,waves,soothing rain and maybe a lazy afternoon spend with classical music, trying to relax and escape the cruel outside world, forgetting all problems and go to a new world of fantasy

    By Plastiscine on 04.21.2012

  27. music

    By Sarah Kinney on 04.21.2012

  28. The sound of bullet ricocheting around a metal container was deafening, painful and fairly surprising to Jimmy. He curled into a ball, covering his head with his arms, and prayed to various gods that he wouldn’t catch a bullet to any of his favorite organs.

    By Krospgnasker URL on 04.21.2012

  29. i think its tuesday but sometimes when i hear that sound, i think maybe its no. maybe its some kind of time that doesn’t quite fit into the rhythm of the week but instead makes the clock tick backwards and not in a ” i cant wait for this to end, but in a this is perfect kind of way.

    By mia on 04.21.2012

  30. Every sound made by the little child brought joy to it’s mother’s ears.The cries, the laughs, and sounds of silence brought everyone peace of mind.

    By Jordan URL on 04.21.2012

  31. “You want to know what you sound like right now!?”he shouted down at the teary eyed girl.
    “W..wwwu..what?”, she sobbed holding onto his leg as he were here anchor.
    “You,” he started to say violently kicking his leg away from her clenching arms ,”you sound like a pathetic, worthless whor..!Look it was just SEX! Can you please try get that…yes I used you big I’m not going to marry would’ve lost your virginity anyway…look I’m sorry.”
    And off he went..the bastard…the one who changed her forever…

    By Leighsha URL on 04.21.2012

  32. What is sound? Is it noise? Being hearing impaired, I sometimes have trouble distinguishing different sounds. Was that the door opening, or did the cat knock something over? Can this sound be heard by everyone, or just by me?

    By Kim Erskine URL on 04.21.2012

  33. Sound

    I would hate to not be able to hear the sound of voices I love. I wouldn’t mind not hearing some other sounds though. Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to filter things like that? Filter certain decibels or words or voices or… jackhammers!

    I wonder how we’d be, as people, if we could pick and choose what to hear – literally. Maybe it’s the bad that makes the good so much better, or the noise that helps give clarity it’s meaning and value. Or maybe not. Maybe hearing only good sounds would be just fine.

    By Noisy Quiet URL on 04.21.2012

  34. Te last sound i heard from my cat was her screaming. We had to put her down. When they put the needle in her leg she screamed and there was nothing i could do to stop the pain. She had cancer. It was the highest pitch soumd i have ever heard and i play rhe flute.

    By Alyssa on 04.21.2012

  35. As someone who is hard of hearing, sound is very strange for me. I sometimes hear things differently than other people do. When listening to music I hear some sounds in one ear, but not in the other. I hear vibrations more strongly than I hear sound. I can’t hear high pitched sounds very well especially not from young kids.

    By Kimberly URL on 04.21.2012

  36. it was a strange sound. like rain in a bathtub full of foam. the pooping made me smile. her voice carried over the static. “reta? RETA!” i snapped back to reality.

    By becky on 04.21.2012

  37. It was the sound of stomachs rumbling that caught the attention of Lawrence the Chef, who hovered over his many black pots and pans that bubbled with what he perceived to be tasty goodies. The stews were stewing, the boiled potatoes were boiling, the soup was…souping, and all was well. He took a large ladle and scooped up a cooked leek, sampling the flavor and grunting a noise of approval to himself.

    By Belinda Roddie URL on 04.21.2012

  38. I hear the sound of his voice and immediately feel safe and calm. When he speaks, it is like the sound of a million bells going off, but when he sings, he sounds like an angel. I still love him, but he is waiting on someone else. Should I wait for him? There is another guy in my life, yet I feel I could never feel as much for anyone else as I do for him. I am torn and confused, wondering where I should go from here. I love him.

    By Morgan on 04.21.2012

  39. Coming down the highway, the yellow lines, bumped and nauseating, stay in her mind – ugly as the field of dandelions out by the pond, each and every petal strewn on the wooded floors, broken brown stalks remaining.

    By Anna Meursault on 04.21.2012

  40. The muffled sound woke her from a deep sleep. She raised up in the bed, her eyes cloudy and her brain foggy from sleep. “Who’s there?” The floor outside of her bedroom door squeaked.

    By Sheila Good URL on 04.21.2012