alarm - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Give me the right to kill the alarm clock and I care not who makes the springs.
The alarm clock was rude, so very, very rude. From the middle of the most wonderful dream I was brought sharply into focus. After the initial anger passed, my frustrations at this inanimate clock who would never grant me the courtesy of an apology, I breathed long and slow. There was a reason I set the clock to this time... this terrible rude and early time... something important...
The rambunctious blaring of the small alarm clock jarred me out of my peaceful sleep and I jolted up, smashing the snooze button as hard as I possibly could.
The alarm rotated between about six different annoying noises of varying pitch and volume. It sounded like a disco for the anti-christ.
The alarm was like that sound buses and trucks make when they back up and it wasn't even monitored. In an urban environment like this you might as well line your valuables up at the door and hang a sign inviting the thieves to take everything they want.
The alarm could be described as something between a guttural cry and a shriek. It was infuriating, it grated the nerves, it made you grind your teeth until it was done. But it was very effective. We bought five.
The alarm sounded like a world war II air-raid siren. I wondered where he had gotten it from. It was genius, no-one would ignore that.
The alarm sounded like the horn of a juggernaut. Blaring. Unceasing. Crippling my thoughts and assaulting my ears.
The alarm was an ear-splitting wail. It rose to peak and then ebbed and rose to a peak again, undulating like a wave and all the while ringing my brain out like a sponge.
And then the alarms went off. A siren wailing electronically along the corridors, leaping out from the corners, echoing everywhere. Overhead, a light began to flash red.
Found in Alex Rider, Stormbreaker, authored by .
The car alarm was to my ears what a cheese grater is to my knuckles. It went off in the slightest of breezes in the early hours of the morning making my heart pound in my chest.