The branch of a low bush scratched her cheek hard enough to bring blood.

A branch scratched his cheek, as if trying for his eyes.

Wouldn't the branches scratch that beautiful finish?

The pillow was cold with her sweat and the branch was still scratching.

Spiky branches scratched his face and ripped at his clothes.

The branch scratched the window again.

Some branches also scratched the head of an unrelated 4-year-old boy, who was treated at a local hospital and released.

High above, branches scratched against boarded windows, gnarled fingers on plywood blackboards.

He plunged through the forest, ducking his head and feeling the branches scratch his face.

One of the trees skittered into her and she felt the branches scratch her face.