It was only moments later when his fears were realized by the gnashing, booming, ripping sound of metal on rock, echoing across the valley like a clap of thunder, repeating and repeating, as if car after car had met a similar fate, further and further away.
Maybe 'metalman' is some sheet metal worker or some heavy metal rocker.
She went to a cabinet and returned with a metal tray and a knife.
You're metalman29—a metal collector.
She opened the door to her tiny room, taking in the two twin beds with sagging metal frames.
The screech of metal on metal drove her to cover her ears as she moved farther away.
Within the hour, guards returned with a sheet of heavy metal to brace the disabled door.
He led her down a set of stairs and through a thick metal door at the bottom.
The metal lair was much cooler than the air above ground, and water stained the walls on one side of the tunnel.
Within half an hour, the metal door leading to the tunnel system was cleared away.
At last, they arrived at a metal door that Mike swung open to reveal a tiny submersible docked.
She avoided turning around to see what must have been a hulking grey mass of metal spaceship.
A car crossed the bridge behind them, leaving a wake of squeaking and groaning metal and wood.
It was so light that he could see the moonlight reflected from the metal harness disks and from the eyes of the horses, who looked round in alarm at the noisy party under the shadow of the porch roof.
Behind them soldiers and officers bore a large, dark-faced icon with an embossed metal cover.
As if on cue, an old car with more rust than clear metal chugged to a stop at the dollar store.
I remember a Bruins hockey player with a metal plate in his head.
"Pumpkin Green was a fan of heavy metal music," Cynthia offered.
Metal collectors—they call this stuff tobaccania.
Do not anchor to any manmade structures including the penstock system large metal pipe.
A man opened the metal door and another entered with a tray holding two large, silver goblets.
The warehouse was lit, but metal-framed partitions covered in sheeting formed a maze.
In the middle, Elisabeth sat in a metal chair, barely conscious.
The metal clippers felt unusually cold in her clammy grip.
The fed building smoldered before him, the scent of metal and burning plastic thick in the air.
Lana took one look at the thin metal stairs and looked away quickly.
Her fingers grazed the cold metal, and she stretched towards it.
The scent of charred flesh and metal still lingered, and Lana covered her mouth and nose with her hand as she started forward again.
She clung to the metal railing as if her life depended on it, stumbling toward him, blocking his progress.
The scent of burnt metal and flesh soon followed, then chaos as Elise and Dan moved away from her, each going in the opposite direction under the cover of smoke.
Quinn lit the large stove to stave off the cold as rain pounded the metal roof above us.