sitting and waiting for a drop
CLANG
BOOM
POW
it fell. it had no choice
BANG
CRACK
they always do
*silence engulfs the chatbox, filling in the traces left by conversations past*
*alongside the blanketed solitude, a lone whistle ventures out*
pppffsshheeeww....
*it lingers*
*another silence follows, as the tiny cloud expands into the room*
*and slowly but surely, it creeps into every noon and cranny, ensuring its presence is asserted*
*encouraged, another sound emerges*
ppprrrffstttt... ppprrtttt
*this time, the silence broke. if ever so briefly*
*another pause, until...*
PPPRRRRT.
*it rattles, like gunfire. victoriously celebrating its ascent*
BBBBRRRPPP.... PPRRT. PPPPPRRRAAPTT..
BBBRROOOOAAAAAPPP
*the accordeon of flatulence has tuned itself into the athmosphere.*
*there is no turning back now*
BBROOOAAAAAAPPPPP
BROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPP
*sniffs intently*
BBRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP BRRROOOOAAAAAAAPP PPPRRTT PRRRT
SPPRRFSSHHTT
*this time, a wetness is felt, covering its tracks*
SSHHHRRPPPSSSHHTTT
SSHHPLYAT
*and for its final crescendo, a plunge into the darkness*
BBROOOOOOAAAAP
*SHPL0RT*
*it falls and splatters onto the chat, erasing all that there is left of the silence...*
*for now...*