Sentences with phrase «hear doors slamming»

But the arguing turns into screaming and soon you hear doors slamming, the thump of hitting, and crying.

«You hear the door slam And realize there's nowhere left to run You feel the cold hand And wonder if you'll ever see the sun You close your eyes And hope that this is just imagination But all the while You hear a creature creeping up behind You're out of time»

DD: Hearing the door slam one day after my parents were arguing when I was about 3.

I hear another door slam shut and know that my buddy Max has met the same fate.

Not exact matches

Afater he was done, he proceeded back to the bedroom, and when he got halfway down the hall, he again heard the toilet flush, and the door slammed shut.

As we hear the (ominous for some, joyous for others) sound of the door slamming shut on the Dream Act, Christians in America are left to wonder if this is a missed opportunity or the exercise of justice.

To help him describe the trigger thoughts, have him imagine that someone videotaped the situation and when played back, he could hear what he was thinking at the time.Parent: «When I asked you to go upstairs and clean your room, you swore at me, stomped up the stairs and slammed the door.

About three minutes after Emilia was born, I heard a car door slam and feet coming up the walkway.

Her words were not her own, and when she sent Black Rod to summon the Commons to hear her, he had the door of that Chamber slammed in his face, and had to knock to gain admittance.

So much of this I needed to hear today, as I just had my car door slammed into.

Lots of non-violent, non-gory but otherwise unsettling scenes worth mentioning: many «jump» scenes when people or objects startle others; we hear some noises during the night in many scenes (creaking doors and floorboards, screams, eerie whispers, doorknobs turning, pounding at doors) and doors slam shut as people run past them; we see eerie carvings and sculptures throughout a house, a maelstrom and sculptures come alive and scream and a skeleton sits up abruptly; a ghostly face is seen at a window and in a ceiling, windows become eyes, ghostly children are seen a few times (in one scene, a ghostly baby from a sculpture crawls under the sheets as a woman lies in bed) and a woman's hair is braided by invisible hands.

You hear it in the interior quietness, and you hear it when you shut the doors and slam the hood.

And when I slammed a rear door, I heard a symphony of noises and rattles.

The cloth top fits so tightly on the Cabriolet that when you slam one of the doors you can hear the top reverberate exactly as if you thumped your finger on a drum.

The pot of coffee was almost brewed when Kaidanov heard a car pull up and a door slam.

I was pushing my lawn mower back to the garage when I heard Troy slam the door and peel off in Mr. Green's twenty - year - old hearse.

She heard the front door open and the slap and squeak of the aluminum screen slam shut.

And then I remembered, I had an agent, a great agent, I wrote great books (so all the rejecting editors told me) and yes, you are right, self pub has given my stories a voice and an ear and the chance to be read, when they otherwise would have still been gathering dust on my hard drive, yet, on the other hand this is hard, REALLY HARD, it is SO hard to find your way to a readership as a SP, with limited funds (dwindling)... and the glimmer of trad pub — with their power to splash your name around established circles of readers, and their ability to secure a great number of reviews where, as a self pub, doors have been slammed in my face — becomes temptingly shiny again, (it's like childbirth, you forget all the painful stuff with time)... and it all gets very tempting... almost tempting enough to consider sacrificing one work JUST one artistic premise for the trade off of visibility... and then perhaps, just perhaps THEN, my SP efforts will finally sprout wings... but then I hear you and other say, it wasn't worth it, you'd never do it again, and I sigh... And then I wake up the next morning and think of packing it all in, and going to work for Walmart and steady shitty pay... lol And then along comes this blog post.

But how often have we heard about a pet parrot flying out a door or slamming into a window or large mirror?

I could easily hear people chatting and doors slamming while inside.

Some of the extended bits that Fadem pulled off in that time: sitting down on a rubber stool, kicking a hole through a stage that would eventually collapse in full, slamming a weird sort of metal gate / screen - door combination affixed to the building's wall, jumping into the East River and then reappearing inside of a barrel of vaseline that was treated to looked like toxic sludge, hurling himself into a pile of cardboard boxes and then sounding the world's most pathetic airhorn, addressing the performance's one heckler with a drawn - out gesture involving his middle finger, drinking a number of glasses of water in rapid succession before moving to a sort of thick, clear liquid that he repeatedly spit up and attempted to drink again (I heard an audience member worry that this would trigger a series of chain - reaction vomiting in the audience.

There are pests in my world — ants, flies, wasps, giant hungry mosquitoes and more — and I find myself becoming irritated by their incessant buzzing and humming, until I hear the distinct whack of a screen door slamming.

After some happy outdoor play, I heard my son E run straight up to his bedroom and slam the door.

The salesman, hearing what he thought was the voice of the housewife and glimpsing a huge pink and blue apparition, panicked and slammed the bathroom door shut as he bolted from the hallway.

I could hear his heavy breathing and angry growls as he slammed into the door again and again.

I can just hear the squeak of the door when it's openend and the sound of it slamming shut when a child runs outside!