Crossword-Solution: SCRAWLED
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| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Scrawled | imp. & p. p. | of Scrawl |
We have 8 clues for the answer “SCRAWLED”
| Clue | Answers |
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| Carelessly drawn. | 1 answer |
| Hastily recorded | 1 answer |
| Perpetrated graffiti | 1 answer |
| Wrote poorly | 1 answer |
| Wrote quickly and carelessly | 1 answer |
| Wrote quickly | 2 answers |
| Wrote hastily | 2 answers |
| illegible | 12 answers |
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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
Hint 2 anagram
TAERE
Hint 3 another clue
greedy person
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Sentences with SCRAWLED (5)
She knew of no Peter, and yet he was here and there in John and Michael’s minds, while Wendy’s began to be scrawled all over with him.
Both stooped to try and decipher this last tiny scrap of paper on which a few words had been hastily scrawled, when suddenly a slight noise attracted their attention, which seemed to come from the passage beyond.
Tom scrawled on his slate, “Please take it—I got more.” The girl glanced at the words, but made no sign.
Wherefore may God have you in his keeping.—Signed by us upon the eve of St Withold’s day, under the great trysting oak in the Hart-hill Walk, the above being written by a holy man, Clerk to God, our Lady, and St Dunstan, in the Chapel of Copmanhurst.” At the bottom of this document was scrawled, in the first place, a rude sketch of a cock’s head and comb, with a legend expressing this hieroglyphic to be the sign-manual of Wamba, son of Witless.
Those who had been greedy with the staves of the cask, had acquired a tigerish smear about the mouth; and one tall joker so besmirched, his head more out of a long squalid bag of a nightcap than in it, scrawled upon a wall with his finger dipped in muddy wine-lees--BLOOD.
Quotes with SCRAWLED (3)
Reminiscing in the drizzle of Portland, I notice the ring that’s landed on your finger, a massiveinsect of glitter, a chandelier shining at the endof a long tunnel. Thirteen years ago, you hid the hurtin your voice under a blanket and said there’s two kindsof women — those you write poems aboutand those you don’t. It’s true. I never brought youa bouquet of sonnets, or served you haiku in bed. My idea of courtship was tapping Jane’s Addictionlyrics in Morse code on your window…
It's not because I want to make out with her." Hold on." He grabbed a pencil and scrawled excitedly at the paper as if he'd just made a mathematical breakthrough and then looked back up at me. "I just did some calculations, and I've been able to determine that you're full of shit
She walked down the basement steps. She saw an imaginary framed photo seep into the wall - a quiet-smiled secret. No more than a few meters, it was a long walk to the drop sheets and the assortment of paint cans that shielded Max Vandenburg. She removed the sheets closest to the wall until there was a small corridor to look through. The first part of him she saw was his shoulder, and through the slender gap, she slowly, painfully, inched her hand in until it rested there. His…
Where this answer appears
Appears in: CrosSynergy, LAT, NYT, USA TODAY.
Used 8 times in crossword archives (1969–2022).