Dentist Shoe Loss

Author – Teddy

I was at the dentist recently getting a check up and the lady who was cleaning my teeth was super playful with her shoes. She was wearing black flats with very thin nylon socks that had a taidai color on them. She was sliding in and out of shoes and her socks were so thin u could see the shiny red of her toe nails shining through the socks. She kept going between the desk and the chair where I was being taken care of at. It was very unprofessional but I saw her slip her shoes off and be in her stocking feet for more then 5 minutes going about her work. I wanted to snag one of her flats kus her socks looked like a sweaty mess. Very worn and one sock had a hole at the heel. They looked so cheesy . I was stairing at her feet so much I’m sure she saw me. She got up and was playing with her shoe right behind where was sitting but my bsck was to her back. She lifted her right socked foot out of her flat and rested it on her other foot. I slowly reached down and grabbed it right as the docters came in. I stuffed it in my jacket pocket before the docter got to me. Meanwhile the women finally looked down and had no clue where her shoe went. The docter was now sitting in a chair right by where she was standing looking at my teeth.  She was dumbfounded. The docter made a joke about her worn sock and asked were her shoe was. I ended up leaving with her flat .

Shoe loss in church

Author – Emil

It is still very warm here, and when yesterday, at Christmas Eve I went to the Midnight Mass, i’d been wearing my dress shoes instead of boots, as usually in december. I had a place on the bench at the side nave.

Everything was fine until it came time Holy Communion. But when I’d been going back and wanted to

take my place on the bench, I tripped over the other boy’s feet (he had them on the pew). I thought I would fall down, but fortunately it did not happen. Less happily, my shoe fell off my foot and landed somewhere on the floor. I looked back, but I could not saw it.

I could only take my place as if nothing had happened. I spent the rest of the Mass without my right shoe, hoping that nobody would notice. The floor of the church is made of stone, my foot was cold quickly, so I put it on the top of my shod one. Of course, the boy, who was sitting next to me on the right side, he noticed that I only have one shoe. I saw that he suppresses a giggle, but he said nothing. After the end of the cowherd I had to pass him, so he could go to the main aisle. He said very quietly, “”What a bad luck.”” I started can seek my lost shoe. I found it under the bench before that my one.

One shoe walk

Author – Al Wunshu

I live in a small town in England. In the hot weather I like to walk up into the hills behind town and sunbathe in a favorite spot. This very warm day I put on a T shirt and a very small pair of bikini briefs that I wear for sunbathing, and a pair of athletics shorts, white socks and my Converse trainers. I walked the two miles to my spot and settled down taking everything off except my briefs and stuffing my clothes into my shoes. All was well for a while, until a dog came along and wanted to play. I tried to shoo it away but it just got more anoying. Then it dashed in and grabbed one of my shoes and ran off with it. I chased after it but had no hope of catching it. It disappeared into the woods and I gave up and went back to my spot. When I looked to see what I had lost I found that the shoe that was missing was the one with my shorts and one sock in. When it was time to go home I put my shoe on one foot and the one sock on the other and went into the woods to see if the dog had dropped my shoe with my shorts in, but no luck. I started to walk home but when I got near to the first houses I got a bit scared. Could I walk down the road for some way like this? It was bad enough having only one shoe, but with no shorts and only briefs which barely covered my masculinity I started to get excited which made things even worse. Eventually I calmed down and started to walk home. Fortunately I didn’t meet anyone I knew, but I got some strange looks from a few people. I never found the shoe or the shorts.  

I lost my shoe (a day without a shoe)

Author – Evan

I decided to spend a day walking about the city. I took a train north to the next stop and was going to walk back to my apartment, so it would be like 2-3 hours. While I was on the train, I had my feet stretched out along the seats. There was this kid across from me, probably around 18-19, who occasionally glanced at me. Then out of nowhere, he grabs my right shoe and starts trying to pull it off. He pulled so hard to the point I fell out my seat. He took my right shoe and ran off just as the train stopped. Luckily this was my stop too, so I got off the train, but the kid was nowhere to be seen. So I started the long walk back in one shoe and my white sock.

Along the way, I decided to stop into a game store to pick up a game. I paid for it and as I was about to leave, the cashier stopped me and yelled out “People normally wear two shoes, not one. Wheres your shoe at”? I told him someone stole it, to which he said, “Well you look stupid”. He started laughing at me as I walked out.

I had to cross the parking lot of a supermarket, and then another neighborhood before I got home. I figured cutting through the parking deck would reduce my chance of people seeing me, so I hopped towards the elevator to go to the lower deck. I thought I was gonna be the only one until a guy rushed into the elevator at the last second. As we were riding down, he looked down and saw my shoeless foot. He pointed and laughed and said, “Hahahaha you only have one shoe.” As the door opened, I started to hop out when he said, “And youre hopping too? You look like a bum,” as I slipped and fell as he was passing by. Had to continue the rest of the way home alternating between walking and hopping.

Post bowling blues

Author – Nicholas

Casey was on the school bowling team, one of the best players on his team. His team is at their local bowling alley for one of the first matches of the year, he comes prepared with his own equipment including a bowling ball, glove, and a pair of bowling shoes. After several hours of playing, Casey and his team won the match but by a slight margin due to a teammate suffering from a cold thus having his performance suffer. Nice game, said John, a friend of Casey. If I were on the varsity team we would have won in a landslide, said Gina, a fellow teammate from the jv team. Alright ladies and gentlemen lets get on the bus and get going said the coach. Everyone started packing up and slowly made their way to the buses. 

At times the students will bring their own clothes to change into once their games are over with instead of having to wait until they get back to the school. Casey waved off his friends saying I’ll be on board soon, but they were all talking to one another and left to wait for the bus to leave would usually sits around for 11 or 12 minutes. Casey grabs his normal clothes and proceeds to go to the restroom to change in a stall, he leaves his bowling shoes behind to prevent the bottoms from getting ruined (as bowlers know, its a common thing to not wear them around anywhere other than on the bowling lane).

As he returns he packs his team clothes in his backpack and is about to put on his sneakers but there’s a problem, he seems to have misplaced them. “Oh no you’re kidding me” he mumbles, he searches underneath all the seats his team and the opposing team had played but to no luck. He grunts and figures maybe one of his teammates may have pulled a prank and figures they will return them to him on the bus. Cut to the bus and its moving down the street, Gina asks where Casey is at. “Oh he said he’ll meet us back at school I think, his parents are picking him up”. Cut back to Casey as he see’s the bus make a turn down the road and onto the highway, he’s now been left at the alley shoeless. “Great, just great” He re-enters the alley to see if he can make a phone call to a family member seeing as how his parents were on a vacation celebrating their yearly anniversary. He makes one call after another, first his aunt who’s only 10 minutes away and then a few of his cousins who were a little further than that although only the answering machine would repeat to leave a message. 

Nightfall was approaching and the alley would soon close, so instead of waiting for someone to pick him up “I’m walking” he said to himself. As he left the front end employee asked “Yo where are your shoes boy?” “I’m guessing on my bus” said Casey. He walked out and began walking home, carrying a heavy backpack of clothing and equipment and having nothing on his feet other than some white ankle socks which were sure to get dirty on his way home which he imagined to take up about 50 minutes to an hour to walk. 

Just a few minutes into him walking he became saddened and frustrated that his sneakers were stolen, by prank or theft it mattered little.Just then Casey felt something hit his face, as he looks up at the dark clouds above he yelled out a loud NOOOOO and it began to rain. Casey hurried to find some shelter to keep him dry and he found his way to a convenient store that would provide him some shelter. As he ran in he was greeted by the owner “need any help my young friend?” “Ah well, I mean… no no I’m fine thanks”

Casey thought maybe holding out inside the store until the rain would dissipate, but the owner approached again “Stores closing soon, If you want something you best hurry up.” Casey placed his backpack down and walked around the store picking up a snack bar and a drink, as he was though he slipped around slightly due to his socks gracing across the slippery floor (both from the style of it and from the rain that hit him). “Where are your shoes boy” the owner asked. “I dont wear any” he joked. The owner seemed to get mad and approached him saying “See that sign? No shirt, no shoes, no service. Now get out!” He pushed Casey out as he was trying to explain his situation.

The owner shoves him out and calls him a bum and locks the door. As Casey runs to find another place to take shelter under he realizes he left his backpack at the store “dammit” he said. He ran back to the store and while it was closed he searched for a possible way in to at least retrieve his belongings. He see’s the owner drive off in his car and makes his move to re enter the store. He finds a back window that had been left open and jumps up through it. He moves in and finds his stuff, but as he does a car pulls up and he realizes its the owner who had came back. Casey frantically runs back to where he entered and runs back out where he came. As he crawls through the window the shop owner opens the front door only to see a set of wet footprints trailing to the back of the store “Thieves, you best not hope I find you”. Before he returns to the back of the store he see’s a familiar figure run across the front of the store. He immediately calls the police and says that he has been robbed.

Cut back to Casey who’s running as fast as he can back home. A few minutes later he’s back at his school and the only thing between him and home is the football field and another neighborhood. Just them blue and red lights begin to flash and a loud voice says to him “Get on the ground” Casey does so but asks what he did. “We got a call that a store owner say you break in and steal some stuff of his” “I stole nothing sir I swear, please just look”. After some light arguing the officer realizes the boy was telling the truth and makes a call in saying it was a simple mistake. The officer looks at Casey and asks him “Now what is a kid doing walking in the rain without shoes?” Casey looks down at his socks and says “Well… It’s a long story” “Well I can offer a ride home for you and you can tell me on the way” said the officer. Casey shed a brief smile and said okay. 

Thank you

Hey everyone. I just wanted to say a huge thank you to everyone for the new stories, and a big hello to the new visitors. There have been a few comments on some of your stories which I have approved, so please check your story posts if you’d like to reply 😊 (it’s just I put all the posts up so you wouldn’t know).

Please keep your stories coming in, if you don’t have one you can create a fiction story, just label it fantasy. And if you want to send pictures with your stories, my email is on the submit page. I can add them to your story. Or if you have a video, I can (I think) embed that as well 😊

Thanks again and let’s keep adding stories. 😀

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Final for our shoes

Author – Jman

This happened during finals week in college.  My girlfriend and I were studying in the student union in one of the rooms and we had taken off our shoes,  After a while we decided to take a study break and go to the snack bar.  I asked my girlfriend if we should go in shoes or in socks.  “In socks” she emphatically said.  So we went to the snack bar in our socks and left our shoes where we were studying.  It was not unusual for people to walk around the student union in socked feet.  I had done it before and my shoes were always there when I got back.

After a while we came back to the room where we were studying.  As we were walking back to the room we saw, in the distance, someone putting our shoes into a garbage bag.  

We then went to the managers office to report our stolen shoes.  We were told that our shoes were not stolen but had been removed by the cleaning crew.  We were told that the cleaning crew does a shoe sweep and they have to remove any shoes left on the floor so they could vacuum the floor.  They also remove shoes left in areas where someone could trip over them.  He then told us that shoes often get swept away during exam week because people are in the building later and the hour when it is cleaned.

We asked if there was a way that we could get our shoes back and we were told that we could not get them back as they had probably been placed in the trash.

Lost shoes during gym class

Author – Tim

When I was in high-school, gym class was the one thing I could never stand. Most of the other students were ignorant and the teachers weren’t better. 

One day as gym was beginning I was running late and was one of the last few students to enter the locker room to change into our gym attire. Before I was ready to go out on the floor I ran to where the water fountain was at to get a quick drink, leaving my dc sneakers behind where my locker was at. 

When I came back my sneakers were gone and I frantically searched for them but to no avail. As I was going out of the locker room to tell the teachers of my shoes being stolen, the door was locked (which was a policy that they had to prevent people from coming in and stealing students books and other belongings). So there I was, shoeless and having to wait until the class came back in so the door could be opened. When they came back I made my way to the teacher to explain my situation, but he wasn’t having any of it. 

“You skip my class, well you’ll miss you next class. Today we ran out on the soccer field so you’ll do the same.

“But my shoes are missing” I said. He said that’s not his problem and escorted me outside. As we stepped outside it began to rain heavily and I looked at him and said 

“Cant I just make it up tomorrow? I’m going to get soaked out here.” He pointed to the field and said to run/walk around until I complete 5 laps. And so I did, completing 5 laps in my once bright no show socks. 

Luckily the next class I would have had was a “free class” and then after that school was done for the day.

 I went home on the bus that day without my sneakers and got some weird stairs, thankfully those sneakers were not my only pair

Lose your shoes tournament

Author – Jman

One time I was asked to be in a three-on-three basketball tournament.  I decided to do it for two reasons.  First, there was a $300 dollar prize for the winner and it was a chance to try out my new basketball shoes.
Our teams turn to play came up and we lost our game.  After the game this black box was brought out to the floor.  My two teammates took off their basketball shoes and put them in the black box and and they were hinting at me to do the same.  What I did not realize was that in this tournament winners got a prize but the losers of each game had to give up their basketball shoes.  I took my new basketball shoes off and held them in my hands for a while staring at what was no longer mine and I dropped my shoes into the black box.

My shoes crossed the line

Author – Jman

Our school had just redone the gym floor and they wanted to keep it in good condition.  The school came up with a policy that any shoes worn on the gym floor would become property of the school and would have to be forfeited.  There was a black line that showed the boarder of the gym floor.  If your street shoes crossed that line then you would have to give them up.

One day I was standing against the gym wall and a friend was on the floor shooting baskets and I was rebounding his shots and throwing the ball back to him.  As time went on I crossed the line onto the gym floor and started shooting hops without realizing it.

Eventually the teacher came in and pointed at my shoes and motioned me to come towards him.  I thought he was just telling me to get off the floor with my street shoes.  “”Your shoes,”” he said.  I explained that I was done playing and got off the floor.  The teacher reminded me of the school policy that street shoes on the gym floor had to be forfeited.  He then said to me, “”Take off your shoes.””  I asked him to give me another chance and let me keep my shoes but once again he said “”Take off your shoes and give them to me.”

I realized that my shoes were gone.  Slowly and reluctantly I untied my right shoe and took it off.  Then I slowly and reluctantly took my left shoe off.  I picked my shoe off the ground and handed them to the teacher who then walked away with them, my eyes alternating between my shoes being carried off into the distance and my socked feet in which I would have to spend the rest of the day.

While it was a bummer to lose my shoes it was fun to be in socks for the rest of the day.  A while later I was caught again wearing street shoes on the gym floor.  This time I handed my shoes over with no resistance.  I asked where my shoes were going.  The shoes were to be recycled to make rubber grind for athletic surfaces around the school.