What is "splatter"

Usage examples of "splatter".

Marilee said defensively, hunching her shoulders as she stirred with much more aggression than necessary, making a few splatters, while Axel choked dramatically.

Sam and Crick, who were on their hands and knees studying splatter like engineers designing a bridge.

The manager and his unseen pal Doobie did not rush out to ask me if I was all right, and in fact did not so much as poke their noses out of the back room to ascertain if the window was shattered and the floor splattered with blood from my mangled corpse.

Blood dripped continually through his fingers, splattering on the steps.

Would it come splattering up out of him, some ghastly lung-vomit, ejected, left drooped over the side of the gascraft like some pale blue mass of seaweed, leaving him to gasp and choke and die?

He came out of his stance with a splattering of dust and fewmets, stopped, then charged again.

Johnny, watching as he howked up some phlegm and splattered it onto the concrete of what was the old terraced floor of the east stand.

Sunshine Junkanoo Band, named after the imported Bahamian music that influenced their intricate horns and percussion until their brilliance was unfairly splattered with the embarrassing stain of disco.

Belle leapt clear and tracked-on spitting, reflexively sending her first greeting smashing into the gunhand of the opponent and splattering it, then climbing for the heart and the head--and the Mafioso went down gurgling with three Parabellum hi-shock expanders displacing several cubic inches of vital matter.

Now more horsemen began to ride in, mud splattering on the gathering staff, and Taylor moved close, water running off his hat.

Toq said, throwing his racht back onto his plate, splattering grapok sauce all over the table.

Looking around, he surveyed the damage to his house as Kasumi rode around the corner, splattered in blood.

The walls had holes and raw unsanded white spackle and sheetrock mud splattered at random, as if someone had made a piss poor attempt at fixing them.

Among the thousands of children watching were two young vaisya girls, their packets of rangoli and pitchkarees still clutched in their hands, faces and clothes splattered and stained with a rainbow of hues.

He goes at his task with an almost alarming linguistic energy, a Burgessy splatter of vocabulary, and a ferocious love of everything comic and grotesque.