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andrew-varnon.bsky.social
I’ll look for him under my bootsoles.
November 3, 2026 at 12:12 PM
jimthevampire.bsky.social
Last one. Thanks for bearing with Murders Erode 2 ha. Been silly. Gonna get sillier right now. (Popping hashtags in case you want the others 😂) This one comes with an epilogue.

#wipsnips
#sff
#WriteSky
#WritingCommunity
#StatuesErode
#MurdersErode2
7. Elara: The Skull A rumble stirred them all. It started in her bootsoles, through her skull, working its way to her…well, soul. A horrid growl that wouldn’t stop. A deafening wall of noise. The others clapped their hands over their ears. The transporter effect on Ben finally became a high pitch ‘errr-wooo’ noise and he dematerialised. But she didn’t have time for that, because the other noise was too loud and she can’t hear two things at once, it’s that loud! Toren was mouthing the word ‘mergh’ but she couldn’t hear it. Then it stopped! Her ears popped in the sudden silence. “Recule…” “I am afraid that I have no idea!” “Mergh!” “What was that Toren?” “MERGH!” He was pointing to a display screen. It showed a picture layout of the ship. But where the Engines should be…was lit a harsh red! “Where are the engines?” “Mer-er-ergh!” “You don’t know?” “Mergh!” “Great. Rec?” Before the machine could answer, another rumble! Louder even than before. But it was pretty much the same, but…like louder!! It stopped. She didn’t wait for Toren's deep engineering mergh-based analysis. She looked at the screen! “Deck One is gone!” The bridge…the comms systems…the Rec… RUMBLE! The shuttle bay…gone! A hissing. The air! “Rec? Are you gone?” “Somehow not quite, Captain. Best guess is that it is day seven Captain and we are being House of Ushered!” RUMBLE! “What does that mean?” Decks three and four…gone! There was nothing left of the ship except Engineering… RUMBLE! She screamed as the walls disappeared, as space tore its cold way into her. Then was gone Epilogue The Bridge was quiet. And she let out a breath. Warm air, from fully functional systems. “Rec, are we back?” The warm tones of the Rec’s voice filtered through the uncrackled speaker. “It would appear so Captain.” She looked around. They were all here. Thank goodness everything was going to be okay. Toren frowned. “That was horrible, kid. Never again!” She laughed. “I agree. But it’s okay now.” Kaili smiled. “I’m so happy we are all back together.” Elara returned that smile. “Me too. How are we all?” Kaili’s smile widened. “Famished.”
November 1, 2026 at 7:37 PM
rubberhighwire.bsky.social
the bootsoles can go on your screen or on your flat robofeet <3
October 14, 2026 at 10:32 PM
skeetsofgrass.bsky.social
The blab of the pave .... the tires of carts and sluff of bootsoles and talk of the promenaders,
September 26, 2026 at 11:49 PM
bigsistemmutt.bsky.social
do you give your cuck pawjobs raw or do you use protection (boots)? they say spikey harsh bootsoles feel less good for the cuck but is that more important than hygiene? besides, if theyre cumming from it, it MUST feel good enough. so stomp away with those combat cleats and keep your soles clean 🥰
September 16, 2026 at 2:42 AM
allthesizepuns.bsky.social
Your entire world on a whim...
#SizeSky #Giganta
First-person POV as you stand in the ruins of your suburb. In the far distance, the giant who destoyed your life casually walks away. Their back to you, the colossus is easily spotted by their flaming red hair, gold bracelts, tight pink leather mini-dress, black thigh-high socks, and heavy golden coloured boots. On the black bootsoles is painted "If you can read this SCREAM," now upside down as they have strolled away.
September 13, 2026 at 3:46 PM
bwuny.heliosphe.re
entering my "find me under your bootsoles" arc and posting raw mdl files to github just to feel something. clone my repo wolboy
November 23, 2025 at 10:18 PM
burgi.bsky.social
& we / turned awkwardly & without

I love the play and turn in this sonnet, and its perfect pacing.

A Mountain Away—one of many, many wonderful poems— in PASTORAL, 1994 by Joe Wilkins (@riverriverbooks.bsky.social, 2025).

#poems #bookSky 📚
A Mountain Away When I think of us now I think of Old Divide Road, which even all those years ago was just gravel giving way to dry grass & the dull, floury dust beneath our bootsoles as I held your waist & you my shoulders & we turned awkwardly & without music through moonglow & starshine, turned such that someone a mountain away might look & smile, think, they're dancing, might against the milky, midnight light shadow their eyes & say, no, wait, they're tamping the dirt down, they're burying something. cover shows a glossy photographic image of a barbed wire fence and grasses around a body of water, against a starry night sky, all in blackish tones. The image covers the entire front. Title and author across the middle, horizontally, in white font.
February 16, 2025 at 8:47 PM
notatawp.bsky.social
*there = everywhere & nowhere at once. NAWP effuses its locks in eddies, look for it under your bootsoles, yada yada

*but there also = a Zoom link that will be sent to registrants close to the event date.
Pic of a pretty little meadow with "NAWP 2024 NOWHERE" superimposed
February 27, 2024 at 5:54 PM
sindmarkdavid.bsky.social
If you want me again, look under your bootsoles.

Walt Whitman.
March 10, 2025 at 10:58 PM
ginerso.bsky.social
Thank you 🩷 maybe someday I’ll convince my family that using a thermometer on meat can prevent it from being bootsoles
November 29, 2024 at 2:13 AM
netknave.bsky.social
There is not a single person in that city that wouldnt piss in their soup and wipe the cutlery on their bootsoles before "serving" this disgusting oligarch

Hope they have to run a gauntlet of baying crowds throwing rotten food at them
June 24, 2025 at 9:02 PM
pericolosa.bsky.social
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again, look for me under your bootsoles.
July 8, 2025 at 3:23 PM
periaptgames.bsky.social
Another #fantasticaluniquities #TTRPG poster! "Dark Venture". I can't believe I've almost done a month of these already.
The #artwork here is adapted from an 1874 illustration by J Nash.
Fonts: Berg Shadow, FS Dillon.
Poster titled Dark Venture. An old-timey diver fumbles through darkness with a lantern. Text reads: The City of Noct trains hundreds of umbranauts each year, recruited from the old and desperate. The Steady Grasp is a stance designed for long searches in expanses of utter darkness. Protective clothing for shallow dark-dives includes the runed outercoat and sealed rigid mask. See also: boots, air supply, beacon, goggles, cable. Reifying bootsoles reduce the rate of personnel losses from the currents in the ever-shifting night. The darkness stifles light, air, and thought. Piped air keeps an umbranaut and their lantern alive. An emergency beacon has a nine second duration, can be seen through up to half a league of abyssal darkness, and causes one in three bearers to spontaneously vanish. Quartz goggles filter out the endless spectres with which the umbral plane maddens the living. The innate hostility of the darkness to symbols of stability means no safety cable is possible. Missions are guided by expert prognostication. Select umbranauts, retiring from active duty for administrative or training roles, are told what might be out there in the limitless dark.
January 28, 2026 at 1:42 AM
theprophetobblonge.bsky.social
My nightmare is finding myself standing at a urinal taking a piss in Golden Corral and one of my songs begins blaring down from the ceiling - loud, too loud, distorting.
The round grate in the sloping floor gurgles as bronze-tinted corn syrup overtakes my bootsoles....
December 30, 2024 at 9:27 AM
unraveled-space.bsky.social
have you in my hips, my thighs, my calves, my bootsoles...Very eager to see what we make with your mitts and boots pushing around in there <3
December 10, 2024 at 3:23 AM
laurenblish.bsky.social
"If you want me again, look under your bootsoles." ♥️♥️♥️ 🌿📖
February 7, 2026 at 2:35 PM
tambria.bsky.social
Shh! These are chess people you play with,
Still figures of ivory.
The mud squirms with throats,
Stepping stones for French bootsoles.
The gilt and pink domes of Russia melt and float off.

Sylvia Plath
Ukrainian drones launch 'massive air attack' on Russia's Bryansk, Rostov oblasts, local authorities claim
"According to the military, a massive air attack was repelled last night," Rostov Oblast Governor Yuriy Slyusar said in a social media post.
kyivindependent.com
October 21, 2025 at 4:20 PM
whitmanfml.bsky.social
If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles, and I went to my company's HR manager to ask what the procedure was to file a sexual harassment complaint since my boss exposed himself to me.
June 29, 2026 at 9:27 PM
whitmanfml.bsky.social
My boyfriend stuck his finger in my butt and the blab of the pave, the tires of carts and sluff of bootsoles and talk of the promenaders.
March 12, 2026 at 5:27 PM
whitmanfml.bsky.social
After the girl I fell head over heels for asked me out last night, if you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.
February 1, 2026 at 12:27 PM
whitmanfml.bsky.social
My parents told me that they had joined a local club. Proud of them for going out of their comfort zone to make new friends, the blab of the pave, the tires of carts and sluff of bootsoles and talk of the promenaders.
December 15, 2025 at 10:27 PM
whitmanfml.bsky.social
If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles, and even though I was very clear before I went on holiday that I was going completely zero contact to de-stress, my mother rang at least twice a day.
November 1, 2025 at 7:27 AM
whitmanfml.bsky.social
If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles, and I was giving a friend a neck rub, when she started to breathe heavily.
August 23, 2025 at 5:27 AM
whitmanfml.bsky.social
My boss's ADHD son was suspended from school. It was a misunderstanding, if you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.
May 7, 2025 at 7:27 AM