Belching flames, the rocket rose from its launching tower and zoomed away.

A rocket shot up from the tennis court, rose high into the blue sky and exploded into a shower of paper flowers.

The rocket fired and rose in a lurching lift-off.

It was coming along into summer for them, now, and rockets were rising daily, carrying girders into orbit.

A green rocket rose from the control tower; seconds later a column of white light climbed to the sky.

Instantly other rockets rose from either end of the first line of the Imperial sailing ships.

A magnificent rocket had risen from somewhere beyond the castle walls and broken into green stars.

With a long dragon hiss, a rocket rose from the wrecked train.

Up, up through the dark water rose the rocket, dangling on the end of the cables.

The new rockets rose from the west, from China.