yell - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
His temper was on a hair-trigger. The smallest thing would have him flying into a rage, yelling, saliva spitting out with each jagged word.
To describe him makes him sound like a tyrant. Maybe that's fair. He screamed at us for the slightest thing with a voice that would make even grown-ups quake when they heard it. I bet when he was young he was the playground bully, he was certainly the bully of our house. Whenever something didn't go his way the entire street would hear about it, his yell echoed between the tiny terraced brick houses, creeping under doors and squeezing through keyholes, travelling through windows like they weren't even there.
His holler reverberated in my ears like a clap of thunder, such was his rage. It was a roar of pure anger,
His yell was like a booming bark, it made us jump like scared rabbits every time. I think he liked that. I think it made him feel mighty powerful. In that grocers store he was like the king and we were the scurrying servants of no importance.
A chill ran through my spine as I heard her yell of help. It made me shudder as a freezing cold wind would wake someone. My blood ran cold and a bead of sweat dripped down my face. I sat their helpless not knowing what to do and too scared to even think.
By the time he had finished yelling his voice was so hoarse he could barely speak.
He waved his hand, and they answered with another sharp yell.
Queen Jane screeched in falsetto usually reserved for the worst of crimes, such as getting jam on an imported silk dress.