The ringing of the doorbell drew me out of my slumber.
He was here.
I didn’t know what do do, or say, or think, or feel.
“Hello, “t I said, opening the foor slowly. He nodded and turned into the kitchen.
“Yes,” was the only word I heard from his conversation with my mother and father.
“It has been decided,” he said. “You’re coming with me.”
N
I awoke to the ringing of an alarm that I hadn’t set the night before. Part of me wondered if I was still dreaming; as my eyes slowly fluttered open, I saw a figure cloaked in black, standing at the foot of my bed.
AJ Kenobi
I keep hearing the ringing in my ears from last night. My memories are slightly foggy. All that I can remember is the sweet smell of rum in the air, the hazy clouds in the air, as individuals were taking drags and puffing their smoke into the air. I don’t really recall why I was there either. I know that Katy really wanted me to go with her yesterday to support her cabaret performance. It was the first time that I got to see her perform. Normally, she’s too afraid to grace her talents to the public but this time was different. I just can’t put my finger on why. She’s been shy up until this moment, but it was something about the past couple of days that triggered some excitement within her. I just can’t seem to grasp why.
Johhny
I keep hearing the ringing in my ears from last night. My memories are slightly foggy. All that I can remember is the sweet smell of rum in the air, the hazy clouds in the air, as individuals were taking drags and puffing their smoke into the air. I don’t really recall why I was there either. I know that Katy really wanted me to go with her yesterday to support her cabaret performance. It was the first time that I got to see her perform. Normally, she’s too afraid to grace her talents to the public but this time was different.
Johhny
The bell, it hurt my ears; It was so loud. So violent. Evil, even. That’s when I knew. God, it was till going! I couldn’t escape it.
Sean
The phone was ringing and I didn’t know why…I walked into the kitchen where I remember putting my phone. It wasn’t there so I followed the ring to my front door, I didn’t know why the ring as coming from my front door. I opened it and I then noticed was on the stairs. I figured my brothers were just trying to play a prank or something. But, when I stepped on to the porch I fell into a purple space tunnel.
Alexandria
There’s a constant hum that flows through my arms, something alive, like an itch that won’t go away. My body is ringing with an energy I’ve only ever felt late at night after a gunshot would go off nearby. I was desperate to get out. But where would I go? Anywhere, I thought, right now anywhere is enough.
ames
Antes de continuar, el hombre escuchó sonar el teléfono. Quizá era la llamada que esperó durante horas. Se acercó tembloroso, levantó la bocina y escucho con atención: ¿Está satisfecho con el servicio de su compañia telefónica? Montó en cólera gritando a la operadora, había interrumpido el momento más importante de vida. Colgó con violencia el aparato y regresó a la cornisa para dar el salto final.
I was asleep when my phone started ringing it was my mom, hey I asked sleepily do you need anything from the store she said well I want an energy drink
Jesse Martinez
i heard a ringing sound in mu head i s hit m head very hard and saw some stars i had rung my bell vert hard the ringinh sound didn not go away andi was woeei
Vivian Mattes
Ringing is a loud noise that notifies people. I brings peoples attention to certain things. Like a cellphone or at a resturant to notify staff. Its a work that is a noise.
Daisy Riegel
ringing the phone, ringing in my ears, ringing the bells at my wedding, ringing the dinner bell,
one room school house ringing the recess bell,
Kris Ogle
the doorbell was ringing, her head was ringing, the birds were singing but it felt like a sledgehammer
Morgan Bell
The ringing in her ear had been constant. A reminder of the damage she had encountered for the past two decades. After seeing several doctors with all the same diagnosis, she was determined not to let it affect the work she had begun. Tap, tap, tap, click, click, click, every key seemed to make its own sound through her i
The bell is ringing loudly. I can’t hear myself think. It exhausts me, that clamorous clanging – that endless, clanking noise. I cover my ears and scream. The ringing in my ears never ends. I can’t escape that bell.
Louise
The phone keeps ringing , i have mixed emotions, waiting for a particular, expecting and praying its that call am waiting for. I am scared to check it
Rodiyah
The man held his book with care, reading along the lines calmly, but the sound of a phone ringing pulled him out of his thoughts. It was rather annoying but he closed his book with one simple movement before making his way towards the said phone. He grabbed it and raised the device up to his ear before finally answering.
Navinity
The ringing from the phone echoed in the building, ultimately waking the sleeping man. He let out a groan and grabbed his bok as he got and walked towards the phone; picking it up and letting his voice answer the cries for help on the other side
Kaitlyn
There’s a ringing in my ears. I can feel them, almost buzzing. Hold on. They’re cold. I didn’t put ear protection on. They’re dangling around my neck. Dang. good luck, old me. sorry. Chopsaws really don’t work with eardrums too well. It’ll be alright. Maybe you’ll wear them enough to hear your grandkids laugh or your wife joke. Maybe you’ll be deaf enough not to hear that you mother is dead. who knows. do you really want to hear?
katie
ringing what a work to get, phone is ringing or i have ringing in my ears when ever that happeens i all think im going to go deaf, did you hear that, hear what, that ringing
cariann beaudette
It wasn’t the first time I’ve heard it. No, I’ve lived with this guilt for most of my adult life. Twenty years ago today I realized I was the last person on earth. So why was my phone still ringing?
tequillamockingbird
Twenty years ago today I realized I was the last person on earth. So why was my phone ringing?
tequillamockingbird
The younger ones are singing
The bells are ringing
True, Sweet laughter’s in the air
Haiku (7,5,7)
Sophomore at Gallatin High
The telephone was ringing. I didn’t know who could it be and hesitated,then I answered. Nobody said a word. So I was upset.
Maria
The ringing always made me cry. Sal never cried; and the babies didn’t, either. Just me. And the watchers always came to our doorway and stood in it when I did. They spoke emphatically over the noise; broke into the atmosphere with their mouths, opening and closing like mourning glories in a time lapse, a race, an archive of utterance.
For years the world collapsed into a time lapse of openings and closings.
The ringing bells rung loud and clear
Across the country dear
I listened for the final ring
When I would find that special thing
Student @ Gallatin High
the phone is ringing and my heart goes crazy. anxiety reaches my fingertips as i grab hold of the phone and bring it to my ear. “Hello?” is all I manage. Just another telemarketer. All that work for a shit reward.
Seal Vee
He taps his pen on the table. Tap. Tap. Tap. The is sound so loud I cannot concentrate – it fills my ears, it fills my mind until I am swallowed. Then, silence. Deafening silence.
Even hours after the concert was over, my ears were ringing from standing so close to the PA speakers. I tried to sleep, but all I heard were bells. High-pitched bells whistling and clanging into the darkness. Clamorous and cacophonous bells accompanying my heartbeat. Screeching bells reminding me of school days when someone would pull the fire alarm, and we would be let out into the coldness of the soccer field, standing ankle-deep in the dew.
Belinda Roddie
His ears were ringing. Why did this have to happen? They were just minding their own business when the ground exploded.
Justin
Ringing the phone, I asked him what to do. I was squirting at the edge of the floor. It catches me humble. And I was just like a cold Kentucky Fried Chicken in a bucket.
The ringing of the doorbell drew me out of my slumber.
He was here.
I didn’t know what do do, or say, or think, or feel.
“Hello, “t I said, opening the foor slowly. He nodded and turned into the kitchen.
“Yes,” was the only word I heard from his conversation with my mother and father.
“It has been decided,” he said. “You’re coming with me.”
I awoke to the ringing of an alarm that I hadn’t set the night before. Part of me wondered if I was still dreaming; as my eyes slowly fluttered open, I saw a figure cloaked in black, standing at the foot of my bed.
I keep hearing the ringing in my ears from last night. My memories are slightly foggy. All that I can remember is the sweet smell of rum in the air, the hazy clouds in the air, as individuals were taking drags and puffing their smoke into the air. I don’t really recall why I was there either. I know that Katy really wanted me to go with her yesterday to support her cabaret performance. It was the first time that I got to see her perform. Normally, she’s too afraid to grace her talents to the public but this time was different. I just can’t put my finger on why. She’s been shy up until this moment, but it was something about the past couple of days that triggered some excitement within her. I just can’t seem to grasp why.
I keep hearing the ringing in my ears from last night. My memories are slightly foggy. All that I can remember is the sweet smell of rum in the air, the hazy clouds in the air, as individuals were taking drags and puffing their smoke into the air. I don’t really recall why I was there either. I know that Katy really wanted me to go with her yesterday to support her cabaret performance. It was the first time that I got to see her perform. Normally, she’s too afraid to grace her talents to the public but this time was different.
The bell, it hurt my ears; It was so loud. So violent. Evil, even. That’s when I knew. God, it was till going! I couldn’t escape it.
The phone was ringing and I didn’t know why…I walked into the kitchen where I remember putting my phone. It wasn’t there so I followed the ring to my front door, I didn’t know why the ring as coming from my front door. I opened it and I then noticed was on the stairs. I figured my brothers were just trying to play a prank or something. But, when I stepped on to the porch I fell into a purple space tunnel.
There’s a constant hum that flows through my arms, something alive, like an itch that won’t go away. My body is ringing with an energy I’ve only ever felt late at night after a gunshot would go off nearby. I was desperate to get out. But where would I go? Anywhere, I thought, right now anywhere is enough.
Antes de continuar, el hombre escuchó sonar el teléfono. Quizá era la llamada que esperó durante horas. Se acercó tembloroso, levantó la bocina y escucho con atención: ¿Está satisfecho con el servicio de su compañia telefónica? Montó en cólera gritando a la operadora, había interrumpido el momento más importante de vida. Colgó con violencia el aparato y regresó a la cornisa para dar el salto final.
I was asleep when my phone started ringing it was my mom, hey I asked sleepily do you need anything from the store she said well I want an energy drink
i heard a ringing sound in mu head i s hit m head very hard and saw some stars i had rung my bell vert hard the ringinh sound didn not go away andi was woeei
Ringing is a loud noise that notifies people. I brings peoples attention to certain things. Like a cellphone or at a resturant to notify staff. Its a work that is a noise.
ringing the phone, ringing in my ears, ringing the bells at my wedding, ringing the dinner bell,
one room school house ringing the recess bell,
the doorbell was ringing, her head was ringing, the birds were singing but it felt like a sledgehammer
The ringing in her ear had been constant. A reminder of the damage she had encountered for the past two decades. After seeing several doctors with all the same diagnosis, she was determined not to let it affect the work she had begun. Tap, tap, tap, click, click, click, every key seemed to make its own sound through her i
ringing in my ears
buzzing that won’t go away
can’t focus
can’t sleep
please go away
please let me rest
bring me peace
leave me be
The bell is ringing loudly. I can’t hear myself think. It exhausts me, that clamorous clanging – that endless, clanking noise. I cover my ears and scream. The ringing in my ears never ends. I can’t escape that bell.
The phone keeps ringing , i have mixed emotions, waiting for a particular, expecting and praying its that call am waiting for. I am scared to check it
The man held his book with care, reading along the lines calmly, but the sound of a phone ringing pulled him out of his thoughts. It was rather annoying but he closed his book with one simple movement before making his way towards the said phone. He grabbed it and raised the device up to his ear before finally answering.
The ringing from the phone echoed in the building, ultimately waking the sleeping man. He let out a groan and grabbed his bok as he got and walked towards the phone; picking it up and letting his voice answer the cries for help on the other side
There’s a ringing in my ears. I can feel them, almost buzzing. Hold on. They’re cold. I didn’t put ear protection on. They’re dangling around my neck. Dang. good luck, old me. sorry. Chopsaws really don’t work with eardrums too well. It’ll be alright. Maybe you’ll wear them enough to hear your grandkids laugh or your wife joke. Maybe you’ll be deaf enough not to hear that you mother is dead. who knows. do you really want to hear?
ringing what a work to get, phone is ringing or i have ringing in my ears when ever that happeens i all think im going to go deaf, did you hear that, hear what, that ringing
It wasn’t the first time I’ve heard it. No, I’ve lived with this guilt for most of my adult life. Twenty years ago today I realized I was the last person on earth. So why was my phone still ringing?
Twenty years ago today I realized I was the last person on earth. So why was my phone ringing?
The younger ones are singing
The bells are ringing
True, Sweet laughter’s in the air
Haiku (7,5,7)
The telephone was ringing. I didn’t know who could it be and hesitated,then I answered. Nobody said a word. So I was upset.
The ringing always made me cry. Sal never cried; and the babies didn’t, either. Just me. And the watchers always came to our doorway and stood in it when I did. They spoke emphatically over the noise; broke into the atmosphere with their mouths, opening and closing like mourning glories in a time lapse, a race, an archive of utterance.
For years the world collapsed into a time lapse of openings and closings.
The ringing bells rung loud and clear
Across the country dear
I listened for the final ring
When I would find that special thing
the phone is ringing and my heart goes crazy. anxiety reaches my fingertips as i grab hold of the phone and bring it to my ear. “Hello?” is all I manage. Just another telemarketer. All that work for a shit reward.
He taps his pen on the table. Tap. Tap. Tap. The is sound so loud I cannot concentrate – it fills my ears, it fills my mind until I am swallowed. Then, silence. Deafening silence.
Even hours after the concert was over, my ears were ringing from standing so close to the PA speakers. I tried to sleep, but all I heard were bells. High-pitched bells whistling and clanging into the darkness. Clamorous and cacophonous bells accompanying my heartbeat. Screeching bells reminding me of school days when someone would pull the fire alarm, and we would be let out into the coldness of the soccer field, standing ankle-deep in the dew.
His ears were ringing. Why did this have to happen? They were just minding their own business when the ground exploded.
Ringing the phone, I asked him what to do. I was squirting at the edge of the floor. It catches me humble. And I was just like a cold Kentucky Fried Chicken in a bucket.