The floor was wood, its pale surface pitted and scarred, worn by constant use despite its protective coating.

The surface scarred and torn by ancient wars.

I see my briefcase, flattened against the wall, its surface scarred like a pistol target, a half dozen nails through its thick latigo.

It tipped unsteadily when he leaned against it, the surface scarred and battered by more than tankards of ale.

An acre of gritty soil lacking the usual perimeter fence, the surface scarred and blotched with weed.

An old world, the surface scarred and torn by ancient wars, yet the interior holds a strange life.

Its surface was scarred and pitted, blackened by the friction-heat of its fall; but it was intact.

My ball was no longer smooth and white; after my various experiments, its surface had become scarred with a series of scratches, one quite distinctive.

The thing was a great ball of steel two feet across, its surface pitted and scarred.

More than twenty kilometers below, the corridor's surface was dark and scarred.