A call for help rang through the night

Her lovely voice was a real feast to the ears

The hall resounded with pealing bells

The letter sounds forced, what is worse, insincere

What Alice, waiting for a reply, was faced with was a sudden howl. It was a resounding noise, sharp as to burst her ear drums, loud as to reach unto the heavens

A shot rang out

Shades of earth are ringing through my open view inciting and inviting me

The cheers swelled to a roar

Lack of sleep began to tell on me

The club room returned to quiet. All that could be heard was the sound of pencil on sketchpad