The man writhed more, and one of his arms came off.

He had glanced, once, at the man writhing on the ground.

I and the man below me writhed together, half stunned upon the ground.

Did the young man writhing on the floor appear at any point to be conscious?

Instantly a picture came up of a bed with a man and woman writhing on it.

A dozen or so men writhed in agony on the floor.

So, too, could the section in which a naked man wearing a fish's head writhes slowly around the floor.

The first man was still writhing on the ground.

A man was writhing on the ground, his body arched in agony.

Vera grinned back at him; the young man was still writhing on the floor.