The pitchy wood crackled into an honest yellow glare.

The wood crackled, the leaves whispered hungrily to themselves.

As the wood crackled, the rope slid from it.

The wet wood crackled and spit, but soon caught fire.

In seconds the wood crackled and then the flames were leaping.

It was hard to move silently through the forest; too many branches had to be pushed aside and the dead wood crackled underfoot.

Rotten wood popped and crackled under us; I was afraid we'd fall right through any minute.

The woods suddenly crackled with heat, then I smelled smoke and my heart sank.

Some debris and wood there crackled into flame.

The dry wood crackled and popped in the flames.