One summer day I helped Uncle Oren replace a broken screen on the far side of the house.

We finally reached the window with the broken screen and he set the toolbox down with an audible sigh of relief.

I sent the one with the broken screen - that I broke - back.

There was a bathroom mirror and a small window, the screen black and broken.

Glass littered the floor from broken screens, but one still functioned at the far end by the clock tower.

As they shot by it, they saw the broken screen of brush where the mob had tumbled through onto the trail.

It explained the killings, the board, the broken screens.

A massive television set with a broken screen.

Don't hesitate to build something like this just because someone might build a blog complaining about a broken screen.

It lay in the shade of a broken screen.