The churning in his stomach increased as the hours passed.
She stared at the churning water.
He held her by the shoulders, his stomach churning from her distress.
Her stomach was churning and her eyes burned with unshed tears.
She watched him systematically behead or run through the three men, her stomach churning at the sight of so much death.
Many of the passengers were ill and others whimpered and whined as the plane dropped, rose and rolled in the churning gusts, riding the heavy winds like a cork in a whirlpool.
With his brain still churning from the phone conversation, it took sometime before his eyes focused on a penciled circle on one of the articles.
Her eyes lingered on it, emotions churning within her.
The effect of chemical agents in producing coagulation are in consonance with what is known of other instances of polymeric or condensation changes, whilst the fact that the collection of globules separated by creaming after thorough washing, and therefore removal of all proteid, is susceptible of solidification into caoutchouc by a merely mechanical act such as churning, strongly supports the view that the character of the change is distinct from that of any alteration which may occur in the proteid constituents of the latex.
All that churning of sand and dust disguised their trail to some degree, but nothing could hide the trail of five heavy wagons.
A tow-haired boy happily dropped a Marlboro cigarette box in the churning water and then ran downstream to monitor its progress.
While she despised the man, her feelings still lacked a motive to sever his rope in cold blood and watch him plummet down to the rocks and churning river below.
The churning sea below was littered with jagged rocks that looked small from her perch a hundred feet above them.
But his cry came an instant too late as Shipton plummeted past him, his ice ax swinging in a rip across Dean's calf as he plummeted backward into space, and down to the rocks and churning river below.
Wide, the Elbe carves a path through the basaltic mass of the Mittelgebirge, churning its way through a deep, narrow rocky gorge.
Dean rose and wandered out to the front porch but in spite of his sterling speech, and overwhelming wish that he could forget the Shiptons and all the grief they had brought him, he couldn't quite chase the unfinished business from his churning mind.