Pounding Novels & Stories

My tongue felt heavy and I could only watch the closed door, with an unknown pounding in my heart. "Y—yes—" My voice came out funny and croaky and I had to clear my throat. But before I could, the door opened and in he came. *Thump*Thump*Thump* There was a loud banging against my chest, which was making it hard for me to catch a breath. My eyes were frozen on his face, who was watching me unblinking at the door. *Thump*Thump*Thump*Thump* Again, that pounding was making me shake in my place. I knew he was saying something. I knew it. But, I could only watch his face through it all.

The Uber drives off and I stare at the bumper as it leaves. Drew The loud pounding echoes through my head and I sit up. Instantly, I feel like vomiting. The pounding continues and I realize it's my apartment door, not just my head. Although, my head rattles just as bad as my front door from being pounded on by the fist on the other side.

My sight adjusting quickly and letting me see some of my surroundings. There’s a sudden thud, thud, thud, that piques my attention like a sixth sense and echoes my way softly, my stomach turning with fear induced nausea as I zone into it. I hold my breath and freeze, as still as a statue, as I tune in, trying to focus all my effort on what it is. It’s less imposing than the rest of the noises, sort of dull, and heavy, and foreboding, but it’s slicing through and pulling my painful hearing it’s way, demanding attention. Getting closer, I can feel it, almost like each thud syncs with my heartbeat and my pain drops to my stomach with every bang of its intimidating noise. I tremble inside with e

His fist and jaw were clenched and all I c an do is gulp because of nervousness and the fast beating of my heart. 'Oh, Gabriel. What have you done?'

BAAANG! The banging noises were so deafening it felt as if they could shatter the ground and burst the eardrums. Freddie’s brows knitted together as the thin shield withstood his attack that ruined the entire small territory. “What about this?” He solidified the sand balls and increased the speed of attack. BANG! BANG! BAAAAAAAAAANG! Numerous sand balls were rammed against the shield without a care in hoping it would do damage. “Is that all?”

The sound of broken glass echoed in the wide room, shards skittering across the floor. “Unless you can rewind time and undo the past–none of you can help me!” He heaved, picking up a barbell and throwing it in the same direction. It slammed into the punching bag that hung from the ceiling, ripping the leather sack. Sand poured out, the sifting sound filling the tense silence.

Each punch echoed like thunder, and the taste of copper lingered in the air. My hand instinctively found its way to my chest, fingers gently tracing the rapid beats beneath my skin. The thud of my heart seemed to echo the intensity of Vincenzo's brutality in the cage. It was as if every punch thrown, every blow exchanged, resonated within the very core of my being. With every blow that Vincenzo received, my heart threatened to burst out of my chest.

The burly man frowned slightly but quickly launched a punch. Boom! Their fists collided in midair, and the resulting shockwave reverberated with a thunderous sound! Eldon seized the opportunity and struck the opponent's left rib with his palm. He then felt as if he had slapped a steel plate and the impact left his hand numb. The opponent sneered disdainfully and immediately launched a counterattack. Boom! A punch struck Eldon squarely in the chest, the force piercing through his back, leaving a circular tear in his outer garment.

Chelsea I kept pounding on the door with all the strength I could muster, my fists bruising against the unyielding surface. "Please, someone help me! Anyone, please" I cried out, my voice raw with desperation. But there was no response, only the hollow echo of my own pleas bouncing off the walls of the house. Tears blurred my vision as I pounded again and again, the sound reverberating in the silence like a desperate plea for salvation. My palm and knuckles were now bruised from pounding on the door for too long and too hard. I backed away from the door and in defeat I headed further into the room.

He falls to the ground with a thud, his head hitting the pavement. The sound of the impact gives me a fleeting satisfaction, but the anger burning inside me does not diminish. On the contrary, it only increases, as if my entire body were taken over by an unbearable heat. I crouch over him, not giving him time to recover, and with one swift movement, I punch his face hard, the impact reverberating through my bones.