Heavy feet came along the corridor outside the apartment door and stopped.

The feet stopped running, and he felt himself being tossed gently forward.

Another three feet of this wretched wall and he could stop for a bit.

The running feet approached the door to the room and stopped.

Almost the instant his feet stopped moving the door opened over there.

Light feet ran up two flights of stairs and stopped at their door.

Now that his feet had stopped, he could not make them start again.

Pounding feet stopped; did not begin again until the door had closed.

Her feet stopped hurting for the first time in hours.

His feet stuck to the floor and stopped trying to float away.