A chunk of stone hurtled past him on its flight to earth.

He bent to pick up a large chunk of stone.

A chunk of stone fell from the ceiling and splashed into the water.

The walls are thick and large chunks of stone can be seen held together with mortar.

The dome continued to shake, and huge chunks of stone fell to the floor.

He saw a heavy chunk of stone and picked it up.

We had to use chunks of stone with fairly flat surfaces.

He moved into the darkness behind a chunk of stone and spied.

He might well have to go out and fetch back a heavy chunk of stone to help him break up this one for fire fuel.

Mostly I was thinking, how much will it hurt, to have a chunk of sharp stone forced through my skin and inside me?