روايات وقصص ضمن Clicking Sound Crossword Clue

Then he stepped inside and closed the door. The lock clicked. It was a very loud sound.

The click did not stop at the gate. Inside the limestone vault of the archive the sound was like a ticking that seemed to go through the stone. It vibrated up the iron legs of the drafting table, rattled the brass shell casings Elara used as map weights and echoed inside her skull like a pocket watch dropped into an iron kettle. Click. Click. Click.

she whispered. Kael strained to listen. To an ordinary person, the valley was silent. But for those who had been "Synthesized," the air itself served as a medium. Through the stillness came a sound that didn't belong in nature. It was a high-pitched, rhythmic clicking, like the mandibles of a giant insect or the frantic tapping of a telegraph key. Click-clack. Click-click-clack. It wasn't coming from the Well. It was coming from the North.

I counted the clicks in my head. One, Two, Three, Four. I felt a small click, I was close. I knew the sound, i felt the sound in my fingers. This number was correct. I went to the next number. I turned the dial back past the correct number. Then I turned it slowly again. One Two Three. I was listening for the sound of the tumblers lining up. The metal sound was so tiny. I needed total silence, I needed to feel the safe’s pulse. I was getting close. I felt the small shift and the tiny click. Yes, that was the second number, I had two numbers right. I was halfway there.

There is a sudden click sound and the box opens . I shakily open it .

No warning, no window to react. I walked them through the tell. That was the part everyone went quiet for. “There is a sound,” I said. “Small. At the back of his throat. He makes it right before he moves. Not when he is thinking about it. Right before. Like a click almost. It sounds like nothing. I heard it for six months before I understood what it was.” I looked around the table. “If anyone in that room hears that sound, something is about to happen. Get clear.”

The first time I noticed it, I told myself it was nothing. A faint clicking sound. Small. Quick. Like a fingernail tapping against glass. I was standing in my office reviewing a document when I heard it again. Click. I froze. The room was still. The windows were closed. The air conditioner hummed softly from the ceiling. My desk lamp cast a clean circle of light across the wood. Click. I slowly lifted my head. “Who is there?” I asked calmly, even though my chest had tightened without permission.

Flicker "One, two..” Flicker "One-" This time a few crumbs of concrete fell from above and I started counting the flickering again. "One, two, three, four…." Flicker "One, two, three, four, fiv,e six…" Flicker One! two! Flicker Crumbles The ding ding ding of the bell that sounds when you get a question right in a quiz show sounds in my head. We were in the basement of this building. If it was a dungeon the ceiling would not feel the footfalls or the stomps on the floor of the room on top of my cell.

Acasia I noticed two things at once. Cold stone beneath my body that has me shivering and a loud clicking noise that irritates me to death. Click. Click. Click. My foggy brain quickly noticed something else. The smell. It's bad. Putrid, death. It was horrible and I couldn't figure out why I hadn't noticed it immediately. Click. Click. Click.

Click. My barriers fell apart, just as a hundred of the hunters arrows whizzed through the air, heading at me. Shit, wide eyes and in complete shock I managed to put up the barrier just in time as the arrows bounded off my invisible shield, seconds away from hitting me. My eyes darted back to the witch and I notice she had stepped closer towards me. She smiles a crooked grin at me and raises her eyebrows and once again her fingers click, the sound which should have been impossible to hear over the roaring and growling of the fight, sounded like it was made right beside my ear.