whoosh

I hear the whoosh of the blade as it cuts through the troll’s extended arm like a spoon through Ma’s mashed potatoes—the akrafena slices the limb clean off.

The bounding wolf flew past her and knocked her flat on her back, with a whoosh of hot wolf breath and dank fur smell.

Now, if the wind tunnels hadn’t been running in the background, with their constant whoosh and roar, I might have heard a pin drop in the room.

With a press of a button—whoosh!—Xerox copiers could crank out as many copies as users might want.

“I feel like I have a natural tendency to poke people at regular intervals with something surprising, a sound they hadn’t expected, like ‘whoosh,’ or an image that they hadn’t ever conjured before.”