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it was somewhere alone. This sound of the bell was so engraved on her mind and heart that it was impossible to remove it. " I remember them saying it's the only bell in the world that sounds thus sweet and gentle. Yes, it's what they said... it's what he said ", Amelia murmured to herself and used all her strength to remove the obstacle from her way, she throw away one of the women her way to look at the person having this bell. When everything in front of her became clear, all she saw was a group of middle age people coming her way. And one of them had that bell hanging around his waist.

Although Chiri knew the sound of her heels rapidly striking the stones and her forced breathing was present as she ascended the steps directly behind Allen. They were drowned out by the deafening clang of the clock tower as it struck eight, nothing but the chorus of its chimes still ringing in her ears long after it had ceased. Chiri strained to hear much else within the tower.

The school bell unexpectedly went off, reverberating throughout the school and beyond the school walls. Whenever we are been summoned to be addressed on something important during school hours which happens once or twice in a week, the bell regulators will derive esctasy in flexing their muscles, leaving it gleaming with sweat under the sun as they go on ringing the big metal bell for "hours" exceeding "instinctual duration" for that ( sometimes...you just have go technical with terms...ermm...even if it's invented). Sometimes, it takes the principal or a teacher whose ears has been set on edge to call them off from the "esctastic activity".

The chime was coming. "Ahh! Ahh! ahh!" I cried, bracing myself for the bell that was about to ring all over my body and take me to another world. The moment it came, James shot into me but didn't stop pumping and I began to cry. I cried so much.

Seems Kate needs to do something immediately. She picked up that thing; it was a tiny crystal clear bell with a silver lotus pattern and a purple tassel hang on it. When Zitrey rang the bell, it gave off a soothing and calming sound. But to our protagonist, it affects nothing. She clutched the said bell and said, "Whoever you are, I'll catch you sooner or later." ______ A scattered vermilion and dusky purple littered with the tiny brightest silver stars could be seen in the sky. Crows gather together and cawed. Lights in the streets and houses started to illuminate and each daylight animal hurriedly going to their own home.

POV DARLENE The bells of Silver Moon didn't sound like a celebration to me. They sounded like a funeral march, each heavy toll vibrating through the damp morning air and echoing against the obsidian walls of my heart. I stood in the shadows of the ancient oak grove overlooking the Great Chapel, the very place where my life had been dismantled only weeks ago.

At 7:58 am, Tiesha was at the company's glass doors, the large security man staring at her. She walked in with a smile, people were running around to their positions and various offices. Motiesha walked into the reception and went straight to the receptionist. "Hi", she said with a bright smile. "Hello, welcome to Bells Enterprises. How can i help you?". "I'm here to see K-. I mean Mr Bells". "Do you have an appointment?". "Yes, he's aware". "What's your name?". "MoTiesha". "Just MoTiesha?".

Their lips brushed, lingering, lazy and sweet—until the moment turned into deeper breaths, shared warmth, and the kind of soft laughter that only existed between two people who were too wrapped up in each other to notice anything else. Downstairs, Salima was stirring a pot on the stove, humming under her breath. The house was quiet, peaceful—until the doorbell exploded into frantic, urgent rings. Ding-ding-ding-ding—DING—DING—DING— Salima froze. The bell kept hammering, as if someone were leaning on it with their whole body. “Good Lord…” she muttered, wiping her hands on a towel before hurrying toward the front door. “Who is hammering that bell like they’re possessed?”

When the fire was dying down the old man spoke again. “We used to have a bell in the tower”. It sounded when season changed. When children were born. When the level of the river rose. It has not been rung for twenty years by anyone. Lucian looked at him. “Would you like us to call it again?”. The man’s eyes welled. “Yes. Let it be heard.” --- At daybreak, they were up the bell tower. The rope was worn but was strong. The bell on the top was dusty and remained waiting. Lucian put her hand to its side and traces of light broke out in soft circles, as if the metal remembered its voice.

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.