footsteps

March 14th, 2017 | 86 Entries

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  1. I heard footsteps coming from the stairs. Oh no! I had to hide, I was looking at the Christmas presents in my parents room. I ran into their closet and hid behind the hanging up clothes. I was trying to hear what they where saying… ”look, I found the adoption booklet for belle. Although, we still haven’t told her yet”. My stomach dropped.

    By hannah URL on 03.14.2017

  2. They echo from down a dark hall. Across empty intersections at a cross between evening and night. Some creep ominously. Others speak to the language of goodbye. Still others often are just drifting inter-dimensions of fellow human kind. We pass each other in front of revolving doors and dim-lit foyers. Usually a momentary interruption, but sometimes one disappears forever from the other.

    By Stacy L. M. URL on 03.14.2017

  3. Coming closer.
    Going away.
    Into my life,
    out of my life.
    They all seem to leave.

    By Amanda on 03.14.2017

  4. A sound that fills, a sound that empties, if they approach or recede. Tread marks follow the coils of my brain like highways. Hills, valleys- caused by or just marked by the steps passing through? An answer not meant to be said aloud. Crunching gravel growing quieter to return with vigor under a bounding figure. The terrain grows coarse and rough-
    Enough.
    Enough now.
    Does that mean done, or satisfied?
    Not meant to be said aloud;
    the sound of boots pounding on cement spell it out in riddle, in rhyme, rhythmically.

    By Ai URL on 03.14.2017

  5. The footsteps sounding in the hall sounded unnaturally loud as they echoed in the empty building. She had been waiting, seemingly for years, for him to come. She dropped her coat and ran to him. It was always said that he had hooves but he was wearing wingtips. Of course his skin felt warm, it was hot were he lived. She took his hand and they walked out of the building, into the woods to the cave. The cave was cool but she could feel the heat as they got closer to the pit.

    By MsShel330 URL on 03.14.2017

  6. I was worried I was being too loud. It was late, we had gotten there just as I thought they would close the gates at sunset. But they were still open. I was worried I would make too much noise, walking across the divide of a road. There was an older woman and a younger girl there I barely recognized. I was worried I would interrupt. It was his cousin and aunt, they waved me over gently with hushed eye contact. Foot steps, slow and controlled across the lithe grass. “You knew him?” the older woman asked. “Yeah, he was my friend. We dated.” I replied. I had been worried about my foot steps, I’d forgotten to worry about when I actually got to the grave.

    By Serian URL on 03.14.2017

  7. I make my way up the narrow stairway and the sound of every step I take seems to return to me an angry fit of thunder. Yet, when I finally stand before the door, an impenetrable silence prevails. It devours everything, doesn’t it? My footsteps didn’t break it, they yielded to it. I throw words into it but like my footsteps, they all fade to nothing. The only trace of either existing – a memory, a feeling, a moment – these are things silence can never take away.

    The door swings open, and I deny silence its feast.

    By mistyfizz URL on 03.14.2017

  8. footsteps tap tap
    sneaking up clack clack
    back attack
    back stab
    cadillac, act fab
    fabricate that you’re not sad
    sadistic action can’t be passion
    origin armor isn’t fashion

    By omqwat URL on 03.14.2017

  9. I know I know a person when I can recognize their footsteps. I long for that day that I will be around you all the time that I will be familiar with your footsteps…and also hear it everyday.

    By Bethel Bumanglag on 03.14.2017

  10. Tiny, somber footsteps leading to the bedroom. Hot fingerprints lingering on an unraveling red sweater. Puffs of breath descending from an old and creaky staircase. And saltwater in the sink. Not tears, just saltwater. The ocean backing up into the pipes, threatening to burst them. Like breaking bones in a decrepit man’s wooden face.

    By Belinda Roddie URL on 03.14.2017

  11. in the dark I hear them
    footsteps
    strolling through my mind
    a stalker, watching me
    studying me
    planning his attack
    i want to run away
    think about something else
    I wonder how my baseball team
    …..he’s there
    I need to make a to-do list
    ….he’s taking notes
    That girl in the office is pretty
    ….he smiles an evil grin
    Footsteps drawing closer
    i can feel his breath on my neck
    this lurking monster
    sinister whisper
    you are nothing
    a waste of flesh
    let me take your pain away
    chills on my skin
    frozen
    struggling to move
    muscles locked
    now his malevolent laugh
    straining, reaching
    finally, turning the light on
    illumination, he’s gone
    i catch my breath
    panic subsiding
    now, to rest
    lights off
    ….in the dark
    i hear them

    By poetwarrior on 03.14.2017

  12. Crunch, scrape, sink, squish
    Get me there
    Show where I’ve been
    I’ll walk in yours
    if you walk in mine
    And we will understand

    By smattc URL on 03.14.2017

  13. She heard his footsteps getting closer and closer. She covered her mouth to stop the sounds of her heavy breathing, but she knew it was only a matter of time before he found where she was hiding. She could only guess what he would do to her when he did find her….

    By mishy on 03.15.2017

  14. ecommerce business is the futurefootsteps

    By VTechis URL on 03.15.2017

  15. one after the other … punctuated by the ticking noise of the dog’s claws on the pavement. The tension started to ease with the walking.

    By Kate on 03.15.2017

  16. The footsteps were getting closer. I still couldn’t see where they were coming from, but I was getting scared. Why is it so dark? Why are they getting closer? I need to get away. Run. Run. Shit, they’re running too. RUn. run. RUN.

    By necronomicon on 03.15.2017

  17. I heard it.
    The footsteps,
    were becoming the thumps.
    I tried running.
    Tried flying.
    Tried to tie myself on the ceiling,
    to make it clear.
    That I was only imagining.

    By Sarah on 03.15.2017

  18. She heard footsteps behind her but she didn’t look back. She hugged her knees as tight as possible and looked out over the ocean. She felt him settle into the sand next to her, but she still kept her eyes on the rollicking waves as the tide came in. The whole scene was strangely quiet, even for the water crashing into the sand.

    By Bridget Grace URL on 03.15.2017

  19. Footsteps grow bigger. I love to look at my footprints when I walk through puddles and then walk on dry pavement. I’ve noticed how my prints have grown through the years.

    By Mrs. Olls URL on 03.15.2017

  20. the memory of the footstep
    it could be loud
    or soft
    big
    or small
    the time when you snuck out
    or the time you fell down stairs
    they will always be there

    By kiley on 03.15.2017

  21. footsteps
    fotsteps
    foutsteps
    footstups
    fotstups

    By kiley on 03.15.2017

  22. I glance at you, sashay in the room
    im gonna sweep you with my eyes,
    optical broom,
    recall that i requested your number
    and now your trying to take my number
    z1079,
    get in line,
    or let me enjoy the sound of your foot steps
    click clack, against the floor,
    goes the sound of wack attacks of timing,
    which lead to me lounge here,
    steadily and gingerly rhyming!

    By Milad URL on 03.15.2017

  23. I heard the ninja like footsteps that probably my mind made up or was a reality to be afraid for. I wonder which was scarier?

    By chintywrite URL on 03.15.2017

  24. as I walked down the street, I could hear footsteps behind me. I would look and nobody was there. so I keep walking. When I finally got home, I locked the doors and windows. the next day I saw a man through the window. he was just standing there like he was waiting for somebody but they never came. after a minute he left and I went to school. I heard the footsteps again. I stopped and the footsteps stopped. I was starting to get worried so I ran to school. after school I went to the library and heard them again.

    By angel on 03.15.2017

  25. The footsteps you leave on people’s hearts speak a lot about you. Tread with caution. Tread with love. Tread with care. Stomp if you must, but remember when you go all you leave behind are memories.

    By Preeti Shenoy URL on 03.15.2017

  26. Trailing through the sand behind my lover I wandered. I thought of the past, sinking into my regret. My head dropped lower and lower at the thought of the trials and tribulations we had encountered. I was so focused on trudging through my troubles I looked up to find no one, and no footsteps left to follow.

    By Danielle on 03.15.2017

  27. i hear footsteps coming from the hall then a monster jumps out and then I wake up in math class

    By ian URL on 03.15.2017

  28. Footsteps are the ways, maybe yours or other’s, that one can follow to reach his goal or destination.

    By Jayant on 03.15.2017

  29. Footsteps? Are those footsteps? I’m I paranoid or am I smart and prepared? Are they trying to get in to my apartment? Oh….no good they were just walking their dog but there footsteps were so fast I swear they could’ve been after me..I swear.

    By Jessica Fisher on 03.15.2017

  30. Her hooves beat against the firm dirt of the trail, a rhythmic sound, almost meditative.

    By Brenna on 03.15.2017

  31. Footsteps Not everybody notices but your footsteps can reveal a lot about you.

    By Voldemort URL on 03.15.2017

  32. Footsteps they are and always will be the path to be the path that has been and the stories in between. Big, little, wide, narrow they are the people themselves. We have our own but the few of us lucky enough to step inside someone’s footsteps truly understand the unity of the universe.

    By Jessica Fisher URL on 03.15.2017

  33. footsteps are sometimes loud and annoying, especially when people like stomping.

    By Dylin URL on 03.15.2017

  34. “What was that noise?” she said in a whisper. “I think it was footsteps,” I said turning to look in the direction of the noise. We were in the woods, sitting around the campfire after a long day hiking. This was not my idea of relaxing and, now, I had to contend with something ominous lurking in the woods. A bear? An escaped convict? An ax murderer?

    By Robin URL on 03.15.2017

  35. Footsteps are the evidence of our experiences, measured in increments by our ability to walk towards the sunset.

    By Mr. Metafizix URL on 03.15.2017

  36. Something he couldn’t quite pinpoint brought about a deep, painful sadness to his heart. Maybe it was the way the wind lifted her hair. Maybe it was the way the kiss of her footsteps grew ever more faint with each gentle step in the opposite direction.

    By asavas URL on 03.15.2017

  37. under my feet are
    cheesecake crumbs and
    dinosaur bones
    pulling up from the floor
    back into the dirt

    By hb on 03.15.2017

  38. FOOTSTEPS IS WHAT WE TAKE IN NUMBERS TO COVER LIFES LENGTHY PATH. OUR FOOTSTEPS ARE JOINED BY THE ONES WE CARE ABOUT AND TOGETHER WE MAKE IT A HAPPY JOURNEY.

    By Shallu on 03.15.2017

  39. its like i could always hear them in the back of my mind, footsteps, always there, never getting closer or further. it was a while before i realized they were mine. i was always in your shadow, unable to catch up. always chasing but also never moving

    By fairytales URL on 03.15.2017

  40. Our footsteps took us past the hotel I dreamed us in, me in my night blue-and-white jasmine-print dress, flowers even printed on my Converse. We didn’t go in. It was all normal. But it was all true. It was all true.

    By Ella Emma Em on 03.15.2017