"...one-hundred-and-eighty silhouettes simultaneously rushed the windows facing the courtyard, threw aside the curtains letting streams of light flood the square, and one-hundred-and-eighty voices - high, low, medium, gruff, and shrill - joined the duet and turned it into a symphony of profanity and tri-tones and minor second intervals converging on the lost solfege syllable of "AHHHHHHHH" that lasted until a full minute had passed. As quickly as it had came, it retreated. The snapping of closing screens were heard, curtains were drawn shut draining the light from the square until it became as quiet as the Northwestern campus is heralded to be by the Princeton Review. An anxious rustle of paper rattled the trees, the snow, and the icicles dappling the ivy shrouding the limestone walls of the buildings and sent squirrels rushing for cover in their nests; birds, aroused from their sleep, settled back upon silence and threw dirty glances towards the now sealed windows."
great
potpie921 2 months ago
was that a lost scene from Cloverfield?
jackbyte 3 years ago
pretty amazing.
nasawbe 4 years ago