Ring Ding Dong Novels & Stories

whispered Astrid while staring blankly at the ring. The ring glowed and loosened. It grew bigger and bigger to form a chakram with a diameter of sixteen centimeters. Astrid grasped the inside of the chakram and swung it around. The chakram felt very light but so strong and sharp. "Dovah Ring," whispered Astrid. "Dragon Ring," whispered Astrid. The chakra shrank back to ring size. Astrid pinned the ring back to her ring finger. "Dovah Incognito," whispered Astrid.

I think it was the ringing in my ears, but then when we start gaining rhythm, I hear it again. The doorbell.

It rang consistently and quite loudly. Cyrus.

Right now, I wanted very much to discover more about his body, especially the cock straining against his jeans. And then the doorbell rang. We both jumped in surprise. The sound reverberated throughout the apartment. Liam frowned. “Who the fuck is that?” My brain was too melted to put together that the doorbell ringing meant a human being was outside. “Maybe they’ll go away,” I ventured. The doorbell rang a second time. Then a third. Then it was ringing like an alarm, ding, ding, diiing, dingdingdiiiiiiiiiiiing.

His hand started toying with the waistband of my bands when there was a loud chiming sound ringing through the house. Someone was ringing the doorbell.

CLANG. The sound of a massive gong rang out. It came from the clocktower, a large structure stationed in a courtyard near the center of the Estate, which I had never been to. This bell only rang twice within a day: once at lunchtime, and once half an hour before dinner, to signal it was time for all residents to rest and retire.

Ringo called, bouncing from foot to foot. Tanaka lowered his stance, breathing in deep. “Come on, partner.” The bell rang. And their battle began.

tink*—a dry, metallic sound that came every four seconds, matching the gold second hand on his mother’s watch exactly until the digital clock on the microwave across the room turned twelve-thirty-one. The silence was broken by the buzzer on the wall. It wasn't the soft, polite chime they had in the Park Avenue prospectus. It was an old-fashioned, raw iron bell that sat in a small grey box next to the refrigerator, its hammer hitting the casing with a violent, vibrating *bzzzzzzzt* that made the glassware in the cupboard rattle against the shelves. Elias didn't move for three seconds. He didn't go to the intercom. He stayed by the glass, his forehead still cold from the window pane, his eyes

“is this some kind of horror game.“ i muttered. I sucked in breath after breath, my chest screaming for air. The clock blinked. 2:58 a.m. Two minutes until the call. My throat went dry. My hands clenched the wheel tighter. Then BRRRRING. The phone mounted on the dash lit up, screen glowing a sickly green. CALLER ID: UNKNOWN The ringtone cut sharp and shrill through the truck. Over and over. Louder each time. I shook my head violently. “No. No, I’m not answering. I’m not.” It’s like the ringtone is initiating me to answer it. The phone rang again. Louder. The phone screen glitched, letters tearing across it like claws.

I laughed again, feeling a sense of joy and silliness that I hadn't experienced in a long time. Just then, Derek's phone suddenly went off, blasting a loud and ridiculous ringtone. Derek's face turned bright red as he frantically tried to silence the phone, but not before the ringtone had echoed across the room several times. I was laughing so hard I was crying, my sides aching from the effort of trying to contain my giggles. "Oh my god, what is that ringtone?" I exclaimed, still laughing. Derek looked sheepish, his face still bright red. "I may have set it to 'Who Let the Dogs Out' by accident," he admitted, chuckling.