(clattering, scraping)

He is scraping on the violin.

You're scraping the fur off my...

I'm managing scraping along on a small salary.

Industrial trawlers and draggers are scraping the sea floor

I don't relish the idea of scraping you off the highway.

They're clinging to a rock face and actually scraping bacteria off that rock face.

Sort of having beginner's mind, scraping your mind clean and looking at things afresh.

His one flank was sore with the scraping. On the white door ugly blotches were left.

But the future is not going to be the sky scraping cities of New York, but this.

But in that darkness, fate moves its huge hand. ( dramatic theme playing ) ( grinding, scraping ) ( suspenseful theme playing )

Then the sound came again, forced from somewhere deep inside my belly and scraping my throat raw.

We're in a slump, barely scraping by, so we certainly don't have the margin to take on a part time worker.

And the pinhead I've made green around there by scraping the particles off a green shirt and then pressed onto the needle.

I dreamt of scraping off the poison from fly killer paper into his coffee, grounded down glass and sprinkling it over his breakfast,

Imagine someone who hates you with the utmost intensity grabbing a handful of your hair while you're lying prostrate and helpless and scraping a dull blade of a rusty knife around your scalp with a sawlike motion.

My grandmother spent her whole life working as a maid, a cook and a babysitter, barely scraping by, but still working hard to give my mother, her only child a chance in life, so that my mother could give my brother and me an even better one.

It was the realization that I had come very close to dying in the same way that the Earth, our mother, is barely holding on, in the same way that 75 percent of the planet are hardly scraping by, in the same way that there is a recipe for survival.

I was watching to see where he kept his razor, when lo and behold, he takes the harpoon from the bed corner, slips out the long wooden stock, unsheathes the head, whets it a little on his boot, and striding up to the bit of mirror against the wall, begins a vigorous scraping, or rather harpooning of his cheeks.