His name was scrawled on it in an unfamiliar hand.
He hunched over his napkin, scrawled a number, and turned it over.
You receive a strange package with a scrawled note, a mysterious map and your fiance's ring with blood on it!
But at Anderson &Sheppard, in business for over a century, “Prince of Wales” is scrawled in marker pen on a nondescript brown box beneath a cutting table.
Passing cars slowed, Windows were rolled down, passengers gawped, people scrawled notes onto pieces of paper and hung them out of the window for us to read: "Amazing!"
The nagging need to write something down would wake her up in the middle of the night to scribble in the dark, surrounding herself with a litter of scrawled notes.
He hastily scrawled something on the paper.
I have been looking over my manuscripts, pages scrawled with revisions.
I turned it over. There, in faded ink, was a hand-scrawled message. Immediately my mind traveled back decades.
Some vandals at a state park scrawled "We broke in for free!" over a shuttered cabin, to the horror of local news outlets.
Yet they have to mark stacks of hastily scrawled scripts in a limited amount of time. They work under the same sort of pressure as the candidates. And their word carries weight.
This letter was scrawled on one sheet of the familiar pale green notepaper.
Billy Wolfe, for example, deserves to open his American history textbook and not find anti-Billy sentiments scrawled across the pages.
and one tall joker so besmirched, his head more out of a long squalid bag of a night-cap than in it, scrawled upon a wall with his finger dipped in muddy wine-lees--BLOOD.
Beside the grave you'll often find epistles, teenage attempts at romantic poetry scrawled on notepaper, and lovingly dedicated letters.
The letter should look as beautiful as your feelings - a note scrawled in biro on the back of a beer mat is not going to make your Bella go weak at the knees.
It was terrific, impossible; and yet there it was, scrawled in black ink across the sheets of paper.
He studied the scrawled words for what seemed an eternity.
Greg Shackleton, one of the five, scrawled an Australian flag on a Balibo wall in a forlorn bid for safety as the Indonesians approached.
One tall joker so besmirched, his head more out of a long squalid bag of night-cap than in it, scrawled upon a wall with his hinger dipped in muddy wine-lees, blood.
