Hemingway Diaries: Noun - Foot

Note: Hemingway Diaries is a new, condensed series I will be doing from time to time in which I write six worded (or less) stories in batches of 4 or more with only one writing prompt. Examples can be seen Here or Here. More about Hemingway can be found Here. I hope you enjoy. -K.
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Vagabond feet kindly rubbed. Found home.
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Two feet before. One foot after.
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My child: A Size 6 once.
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Calloused, Rotting. Welcome to the Congo.
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Red footprints at door. Not paint.
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One flesh, one plastic. Still dancing (for Adrianne)
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[Flash Fic] The Rooms of Ruin Where the Spiders Spun and the Control Panels Were Going Dark, One By One. (less than 100 words)

Nobody saw it coming. Not even the spiders who were now crawling about the control panels. The humming, murmuring, and buzzing finally started to relieve themselves like a television dying out, reaching it's zenith in the center of the screen, then dissolving. The only thing alive now apart from the insects and the moss, was the tiny intercom. Just before the final rusted cell battery gave way, the low mum of a message had repeated over and over into the stillness: "Mission Control, this is the International Space System. Please. Someone please pick up."

(94 words, about 15mins b.e / 27mins a.e.)

What Can Happen in a Second

Eye blinks, air bags deploying, cell regeneration, 1000 beats of a hummingbirds wings. A heart beat, one tire revolution, a revelation, a revolution, an uprising.
one byte of downloaded information, one byte of information torrented. A breath, falling in love, falling out of love, a thought, a fleeting action. A kiss, synapses firing, dying, becoming reborn out of a teacup.

Write a Bathroom Wall Limerick

I once took a shit in this stall

so thick and firm it stood tall.

It balanced on end,
that shit didn't bend,
But fell over and scraped my left ball.
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Here I sit broken hearted.
Came to shit but only farted.
Later on I took my chance,
Tried to fart but only shit my pants,
And now I learned the true meaning of sharted.
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There once was a hooker from Devonshire

She said her name was Desire
So I took a chance,
and asked her to "dance"
Now my penis feels like it's on fire!
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Ten Bad Bar PIck Up Lines.

1. "If you were a library book, I'd be checking you out."
2. "You made my floppy disk into a hard drive"
3. "Damn girl, if you was x squared, I'd be x cubed over 3 plus a constant. So I could be the area under your curves."
4. "Damn girl, you shit with that ass?"
5. "There's only going to be 7 planets after I destroy Urnaus."
6. "You remind me of my pinky toe, small, cute, and I'm probably going to bang you on my coffee table later."
7. "Are you from Iraq? Cause I wanna see you Bagadad ass up."
8. "Wanna go half on a baby?"
9. "Ay Gurl! What cho butt smell like?"
10. "You'll do"