The wheels screamed as they gripped the metals.

Then the train's wheels screamed.

The wheels of Langres scream, amid their sputtering fire halo; grinding mere swords.

The motor roared and the wheels screamed.

Little wheels screamed on their axles.

The trolley rolled through, wheels screaming.

Mary had to nearly shout, since all the wooden wheels screamed and groaned as if they were hurting as they turned.

The wheels of the train locked and screamed and suddenly they were all on the floor together.

She saw the turtle and swung to the right, off the highway, the wheels screamed and a cloud of dust boiled up.

One wheel screamed over emptiness a moment, then we were bouncing and jarring down a narrow alley.