rock floor

In the center of the rock floor was a deep well.

But he did not land hard on the rock floor, for she held him up.

There were at least ten thousand people on the rock floor now.

Someone ran lightly across the rock floor to a point just below him.

There was nothing but a wooden board between him and the rock floor, thousands of feet below.

The rock floor, the lack of movement, and the darkness told him that much before he even opened his eyes.

He raised the radio above his head and sent it crashing into the rock floor.

If the natural rock floor were smoothed just a little, it would be quite level.

A tin cup fell to the rock floor with a clatter.

And there was no body on the rock floor.

For a few moments he contemplated the rock floor between his feet.

There was a join in the solid rock floor, and, great heavens!

Kneeling on the rock floor, she began snapping them together.

He made himself as comfortable as possible on the hard rock floor.

On a hot day like this one, a trickle of water flowed over the rock floor.

Then, the rock floor was cleansed, ready for the next congregation.

He knelt on the rock floor and shrugged out of his bush jacket.

She slid across the rock floor until she was next to him.

They fell to the rock floor with a loud chiming sound.

After a moment he opened his hand and let the chunk fall, to strike the rock floor with a dull sound.

Finally he sank to the rock floor in utter exhaustion.

They rose from the rock floor to the ceiling and looked as old as time itself.

Its feet were bare on the cold rock floor of the Great Hall.

She did not like sleeping on hard rock floors, particularly without her favourite pillow.

The center space is known as "the core" and rises above an uneven rock floor.