Clicking Sound Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

I'm certainly feeling defensive, but thankfully I control myself enough not to say something incriminating. "What's wrong?" I ask in a moderately calm tone. "Are you alright?" She sighs deeply, and as she does so, I suddenly catch the sound from her background. It sounds like a riot. A dozen of male voices are yelling over each other, their words jumbling into meaningless spaghetti because of how they're trying to drown each paper. There are also female voices added to the mix. There's also this distinct strange sound, like a series of loud, aggressive clicks. “What’s happening in there?” I ask in alarm, stopping when the red light flashes above me. “What’s wrong? Lily?”

It was not the neon sign or the wind outside the motel. It was a distinct clicking sound, like metal coming from the air vent in the room. I stopped moving, my fingers getting stiff in my husband's hair.

a sound from outside. Not a siren. An engine. High-pitched. Screaming. A motorcycle. It roared up the driveway. It didn't stop at the gate. It crashed through the wooden barrier arm. It skidded across the gravel. SCREECH. Silence. Then, the sound of glass breaking. SMASH. The steel shutter on the French doors buckled inward. Someone was hitting it. With something heavy. A rock? A statue? CLANG. CLANG. CLANG.

My heels click softly against the ground as I make my way toward the garage, each step confident, unhurried. I don’t rush. I don’t look around. I just walk… like I know exactly who I am. And what I’m about to do. Reaching the garage, I pull out my car keys, already lifting my hand to unlock my car, and then…. HONK. The sharp sound cuts through the quiet morning, making me freeze mid-step. My brows pull together immediately. “Excuse me?” I mutter under my breath, slowly turning my head toward the direction of the sound.

She just sighed and stretched in my mind's eye to get some shut eye. It didn't last though, as minutes later I heard a series of clicking sounds. Some from faraway maybe down the hall. Some from a few feet away, some from right outside the cell, while others were from inside the cell itself. There was a mechanism that was being deployed around my cell but I don't know what it is. It didn't take long for me to understand as a low whooshing sound let me know something was going on. I could see nothing but I could feel it.

Silence from the other side. "It's all come to this place already, surely it doesn't go with 'having a good time' ...... Well, I'll put it another way then," Evelyn showed a thoughtful look as she rubbed her chin in thought and said, "If you're still alive, make a little noise to let me know. Just any sound will do." After a few moments, Evelyn finally heard a clanking sound - presumably cold chains clashing against the hard ground. Evelyn then followed the voice.

All that work for nothing. There's a clicking behind me—one I haven't heard enough to be sure about, but I've watched enough TV to consider the possibility it's a gun. Another twig snaps. "Don't shoot!" Pete yells from somewhere sounding far off in the distance. Or maybe I'm losing it.

Inside, gold ran in veins across a man’s stare and a woman’s inked wrists. Someone moved in the dark. And the sound that followed was not a door opening. It was the soft, musical click of a camera shutter - a noise like a heartbeat being counted, and somewhere a broadcast was starting.

He’s about to speak—a dozen things, probably—when a sharp clicking sound echoes from the front door. A click. A pause. And then the door opens. “Oh, damn it,” Levi grits his teeth, almost smacking his forehead in frustration. “I left my phone somewhere,” a woman’s voice calls out, so soft, like a bell that might ring in a fairytale, and it feels completely out of place in the tense air. It’s the exact same voice I heard before.

I stumbled a bit and managed to regain my balance just in time to hear the sound of something small hitting the floor. *Click. A metallic sound that shouldn’t have been there. “Found it,” the guard said.