After the hit, Young was screaming with his face dark red in color.
Sometimes it was all he could do not to scream with the pain.
A thing trying to scream with a mouth that's no longer there.
On any other day, he would have screamed with joy.
He lay on his bed, screaming, with a white face and wild dark eyes.
The Sword in the man's hand screamed with its own power.
People screamed with excitement when they saw him on the street.
She could not help but scream with the rush of pain.
Once outside, it was difficult for her not to scream with joy.
After five minutes of this, she was ready to scream with frustration.