The Traveller [rewrite]
Glass crunched underfoot as i walked past my mother's corpse. the summer breeze had already been enriched with the smell of her blood, of her death. 'farewell, mother. it seems you lost in the game of life. don't wait up.
Tabitha Crane, Chapter III: Neighborhood #2 (Laïka)
I always had to be careful around her unless i wanted to get accidentally squished underfoot. but she was so _nice_. tabitha had an odd manner: that was for sure.
Gameface: Part 2
Even the gravel paths were more slick than crunching underfoot. damn, i dreaded to think about the kind of condition our pitch might've been in. i just hoped that my studs would be up to the task of keeping me upright.
A Long, Dark Road (Part 12)
The two of them moved quietly to the edge of the broken perimeter, crouching so as not to disturb the ice underfoot.
The Locker Buds
._ the morning still hangs heavy in the air, a cool mist obscures my view - underfoot, and the crisp grass still holds its little droplets of early morning dew. the sun is nowhere to be found but i know it's out there, past the clouds and fog.
Internal Audit
The opossum looks over their shoulder as bern passes by, quickly finding a spring in their step unrelated to the pliant surface underfoot as their means of transportation comes skidding by.
Against All Odds: Part 39 - The Extrication of Alexei Korolev
With one last whining creak from underfoot, alexei took a moment to glance over his shoulder from atop the porch.
Esmeralda's Destiny
And she could barely step without crushing something underfoot. "please get out of the way," she called as she walked towards the woods. "oops, sorry! i'll pay for that! i swear..."
A Fatal Game 5 - Masking Reflections
."** _ he emphasised this point by crushing the wood underfoot with a single foot. the spirit still did not believe it. _"i had been searching for that mask for years! you have no idea what you have just undone!" **"no.
A Lesson in Hauntings
Gwen whispered, under the crunch of underfoot gravel. neither ben nor ruth had an answer. "this used to be," eli had finally brought them to a building he was apparently willing to enter, "the stagecoach stop.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 21
A rotting log jutted out of the snow and he simply stomped right through it, crushing it underfoot. he was making far too much noise.
The Land of Prylyn: A Chance Encounter
When there were no more leaves to crush underfoot, there was only the gentle sloshing of a bog instead. hector knew these woods well. he knew the paths to take that would not cross any predator dens.