Sentence examples for murky red from inspiring English sources

A woman's face, murky red, looms across two gallery walls; she seems to be underwater.

Dirt sloughed off at a small ravine, tinting Sakakawea's clear blue with a ribbon of murky red.

Then it became the 'God Soup.' " The special sauce is customizable: House "Mala" Spicy will set your mouth on fire and turn the liquid a murky red, bobbing with dried chili peppers, numbing peppercorns, garlic cloves, whole nutmeg, and cinnamon bark; a more timid palate would be better off with the House Original, cloudy yellow and swimming with scallions, ginger, and goji berries.

From touchdown in Asuncíon, Auschwitz-looking crowds approach in the airport, murky red eyes popping from their skulls, yearning to 'help' in exchange for 50 cents — or, they hope, your luggage.

On Thursday evening, he and the two friends, Jesse Bushnell and Mike Cushing, scrambled around in the murky Red Hook water — avoiding the occasional condom or dead rat — to make sure that the sub, called the Acorn, was seaworthy and would submerge.

One of these murky red-eyed creatures, a hateful figure called Jack Barts Marton Csokass) killed his mother, and now with the help of a mysterious figure called Henry Sturgess Dominic Cooper Abebe has been trained in the samurai discipline of vampire hunting.

We drank shot-size cups of tea from floral whites, to light greens, to murky reds, then finally gritty blacks while my companions told ancient tales of the moon, of dragons and princesses, of tigers and ghosts, moving their arms in long graceful arcs.

We drank shot-size cups of tea – from floral whites, to light greens, to murky reds, then finally gritty blacks – while my companions told ancient tales of the moon, of dragons and princesses, of tigers and ghosts, moving their arms in long graceful arcs.

It was an oversized black Joe 90 command bridge of a machine, with arbitrary arrows and lights and slanted rectangles everywhere, all set against that murky deep red and a cartridge slot that was sloped upward for no reason at all.

It was an oversized black Joe 90 command bridge of a machine, with arbitrary arrows and lights and slanted rectangles everywhere, all set against that murky deep red and a cartridge slot that was sloped upwards for no reason at all.

Its colors were murky — dark reds and browns (Meriel's father called it "Manure Pile on Fire") — but Aunt Muriel's spirit seemed always bright and dauntless.