(1) There wasn't a scratch or a singe on any of the vehicles.

(2) Olivia let the cigarette burn down and singe her finger slightly.

(3) There were two singe marks on Nathan's chest; the smell of burnt flesh emanating from them.

(4) There is an unusual flash-fried cauliflower - no batter, just a nice brown singe on the margins - that deserves points for originality as well as taste.

(5) The comments would fair make your ear hair singe .

(6) The uninsistently salt-and-peppery seasoning was spot on; the slightly charry singe on the crust just so.

(7) L.C. Armstrong is known for abstract paintings that incorporate singe marks, which she forms by laying lengths of bomb fuse on the canvas, igniting them and holding them in place while they burn.

(8) That's right, it's because we're humanu251cu00f6u251cu00e7u252cu00ac we bleed when we're cut, we singe when we're burnt, and it all leaves so many little dents and scars.

(9) The singe mark, that had started to grow in, was sizzling and hissing again.

(10) The heat was so intense I could feel the hairs on my hands singe

(11) Try not to set your sheets on fire or singe your eyebrows.

(12) The blast passed straight through his body, without even a singe .

(13) Butter-sautu00d4u00f6u00a3u252cu00abed beef on a vinaigrette-laced green salad was tough and tasted of weary oil; so-called ginger snow peas with tofu tasted mainly of carbonized singe and incinerated red onion.

(14) He then used an aerosol as a flame thrower, singeing the back of the victim's head.

(15) After the pig had been bled, it was scalded or singed to loosen the bristles, which were scraped off.

(16) I wasn't burned, but the gently flowing grass was definitely singed from the fire.

(17) Adam's face was black with soot; his clothes were singed from the intense heat; and the fire had burned a hole through his right pant leg, revealing a red patch of skin.

(18) There are no dramatics, no singed eyebrows, no binned masterpieces.

(19) Some have black singes in the shape of half rings while others have complete crop circles scorched in, much like the markings on a perfectly seared scallop.

(20) It singed and burned like hell itself, yet she did not flinch.