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The whooshing of the rockets and their explosions could be heard for miles.
I close my eyes and listen to the whooshing of the seat, its rhythm like breathing.
Instinctively he ducked down, listening again for the whooshing of wind close to him.
The whooshing of the acoustic guns came again and again.
There was a whooshing in her ears, blood racing or animals running through the underbrush.
The whooshing made her heart race even faster.
The room was dead silent except for the rapid whooshing of her heart in her ears.
There was a loud whooshing of steaming hot air, and the driver said something Macdonald couldn't follow.
Even on the ground, we can hear the massive structure creak and groan, along with the whooshing of traffic high up in the air.
Each network will turn down the volume on sound effects like the whooshing that leads into some instant replays.
The tavern suddenly grew quiet, and the only noise was the whooshing of the trapezes over their heads.
The river rushed by, its strong current whooshing over a bed of boulders that ran from the shore to midstream.
A series of dull thumping sounds came from outside, followed by a whooshing of disturbed air.
Beyond was a boom and a whooshing that suggested that the sea might have flooded in after the collapse.
It was snoring: a whooshing like that of a distant wind-tun- nel.
A loud whooshing rolled over the meadow.
In the silence after that whooshing, sucking detonation, they lay like scorched insects along the floor of the drive.
And I knew why: I heard a peculiar whooshing, swirling noise coming from the living room downstairs.
The peaceful whooshing of the trees was interrupted by the thin sound of a child's wail, and I glanced toward the cabin.
And then this second of silence broke - during it we had heard that awful whooshing, snapping noise of a monstrous fire.
From the land engine came the whooshing of the rockets, arrowing downhill toward the mass of the White lancers.
The whooshing grew.
As Tasslehoff watched the dwarves bargaining, a whooshing, clanking, grinding symphony started up be- hind him.
I listened to the sound of tools crunching into snow and ice and the ever present whooshing of the wind over the glacier.
He started to ease his arms and shoulders into a different position, then heard a whooshing, thumping noise, followed immediately by a scream and two shots.