Footsteps

FOOTSTEPS

Footsteps Footsteps

Elevator Bell Dings Footsteps

I hear a footstep!

(Door slamming, footsteps on stairs)

Footsteps. You hear..?

Footsteps Passing

I hear noises and footsteps.

It was the walk of a dead man.

That's Sarah's step.

Footsteps, Man Grunting Jem Screams

Mom!

He hears footsteps, they're closing in.

I'd have heard his footsteps as he passed, Mr. Cameron.

I heard footsteps on the stairs outside.

The footsteps, one loud, one quiet, came down the stairs

I'm so sick to death of hearing my own crying and the sound of footsteps on the road.

I couldn't find her, and then I heard footsteps on the stairs.

It began with her imagining things, that she heard noises, footsteps, voices... and then the voices began to speak to her.

Finally we heard footsteps but they came from inside the house

silent rooms, where one's footsteps are absorbed by carpets so thick, so heavy, that no sound reaches one's ear, as if the very ear flagstones over which I walked once again, along these corridors, through these salons and galleries,

That quick light step. I couldn't mistake it anywhere.

The sound of my steps on the gravel finally caught your attention, and you turned your head.

You hoped to hear his footsteps on the gravel, but you can't hear that high up with the window closed.

Footsteps Approaching

It's like walking down an empty street, listening to your own footsteps.

Mother, I'll ride to church with such dignity, and Blackie will raise his hooves gently, like in a pilgrim's procession.

LAST YEAR AT MARIENBAD ...silent rooms where one's footsteps are absorbed by carpets so thick, so heavy, that no sound reaches one's ear, as if the very ear of him who walks on once again along these corridors,

EDDIE You forgot your footwork.

He rammed the fear of God into me so fast I never heard my old man's footsteps.

The gravel crunched under our feet.

Like, how lame is that?

China s Baby Step

Grit is Good

Prewitt! Get in step, Prewitt!

His pace was slower.

Tom isn't accustomed to walking barefooted.

Tom isn't accustomed to walking barefooted.

They were barefoot, and with each step their toes sank into the muck sending hundreds of flies scattering from the rancid pile.

A man stopped.

Come on, everybody and stomp your feet real loud

We just haven't caught up with the actual realities of this.

But careful now we are approaching the First World War.

It says that footwork is almost a lost art.