WRITHED

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 Dictionary entry overview: What does writhed mean? 

• WRITHED (adjective)
  The adjective WRITHED has 1 sense:

1. twisted (especially as in pain or struggle)

  Familiarity information: WRITHED used as an adjective is very rare.

 Dictionary entry details 

• WRITHED (adjective)

Sense 1

Meaning:

Twisted (especially as in pain or struggle)

Synonyms:

contorted; writhed; writhen

Context example:

my writhen features

Similar:

crooked (having or marked by bends or angles; not straight or aligned)

 Context examples 

Knots and ridges and mounds of muscles writhed and bunched under the skin.

(The Sea-Wolf, by Jack London)

She writhed as one who is in terrible pain, and her limbs were dreadfully convulsed.

(The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

After dinner, her son took his turn; and when Mr. Wickfield, himself, and I were left alone together, leered at me, and writhed until I could hardly bear it.

(David Copperfield, by Charles Dickens)

Twice his teeth clipped together, like the steel jaws of a trap, as he backed away for better footing, with lean and lifting lips that writhed and snarled.

(The Call of the Wild, by Jack London)

His eyes rolled upwards, his features writhed in agony, and with a suppressed groan he dropped on his face upon the ground.

(The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

The words came out in broken, strenuous speech, while the lady's fair face was writhed and drawn like that of one who looks upon a horror which strikes the words from her lips.

(The White Company, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)

Still I did not answer, and still I writhed myself from his grasp: for I was still incredulous.

(Jane Eyre, by Charlotte Brontë)

His hair bristled involuntarily; his lips writhed back and his little fangs were bared.

(White Fang, by Jack London)

I had saved a human being from destruction, and as a recompense I now writhed under the miserable pain of a wound which shattered the flesh and bone.

(Frankenstein, by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley)

Most of its efforts were ineffectual, but it was persistent, and it writhed and twisted and went ahead perhaps a score of feet an hour.

(Love of Life and Other Stories, by Jack London)