snorts

Constable Kwesi Millington, the Taserman who seems to have more stories in his repertoire than Sheherezade, demonstrated yesterday how Dziekanski used it "combatively," prompting so many scoffing noises and derisive snorts from the audience that Thomas Braidwood had to call for order.

Archive 2009-03-01 2009

His arms, bowed belligerently, hung tense at his side, his great hands opened and closed, a little to the fore; he licked his lips and in the brief silence that followed ere Mr. Daney got up and started fumbling with the combination to the great vault in the corner, old Hector's breath came in short snorts.

Kindred of the Dust 1918

He kind of snorts then leaves her alone to finish unpacking.

The Blanket Susan Tepper 2011

I could hear them uttering their quick "snorts" as they tossed up their tiny muzzles and snuffed the air.

The War Trail The Hunt of the Wild Horse Mayne Reid 1850

Still on a cold night when alone on the trail your horse stops, looks into the burned timber with his ears perked forward, snorts, and you feel a knot rise in his back ... you wonder and tighten up your grip on the leather.

If you encountered a Bigfoot which was not aggressive and merely watching you, would you shoot it or let it walk away? 2009

There was some­thing so comic about this kid, the way he flipped his hands around, the parody of Joe's hungover mug, that Joe laughed with him, now, laughed harder and harder, deep snorts of laughter, the kid not exactly laughing along but imitating Joe's laughter: hiccups of laughter, bent-double laughter.

Blues Machine Bill Roorbach 2012

In LA to shoot the fifth series of Big Love, HBO's drama about a polygamous Mormon family, Sevigny snorts as she recalls co-star Jeanne Tripplehorn's reaction to her outfit of the day before.

Chloe Sevigny: the interview Eva Wiseman 2010

The bear snorts beside his face and the air is so hot that he feels it deep in his ear like a hair dryer.

The bit with the bear attack (novel excerpt) Steve Himmer 2011

He snorts as if the air around us is foul, its transparency made of plastic-wrap.

Transparency Susan Gibb 2010

Still on a cold night when alone on the trail your horse stops, looks into the burned timber with his ears perked forward, snorts, and you feel a knot rise in his back ... you wonder and tighten up your grip on the leather.

If you encountered a Bigfoot which was not aggressive and merely watching you, would you shoot it or let it walk away? 2009