Finally the shoe is on the other foot

Author – Irsocks

Max, Logan, Chip, and I had been defeated. No one spoke as we drove back to their house. I was shoeless, and they still had shoes but not one complete pair. As we got closer to the house, Logan noticed someone standing at the front door. It was Sammy the red-headed guy. Before I could turn into the driveway, Logan and Chip jumped out of the truck and rushed him. They each grabbed him by an arm and took him into the house. Max and I followed after parking the truck. Max and I found Sammy on the couch with Logan and Chip on either side of him with dirty looks on their faces.
Logan yelled, “Start talking or else!” Chip said, “I think it is only fair that he be shoeless as well.” Both Chip and Logan grabbed a leg and raised it to remove Sammy’s shoes, but only found his white and black elite sock feet staring back at them. We were all puzzled as to why Sammy had come to the house shoeless. Logan and Chip let go of Sammy’s legs and went back to staring at him. Sammy handed Logan an envelope to which Logan handed to Max not even once taking his glare off Sammy.
Max opened the envelope and read the letter. It said, ‘Right now you probably have Sammy on your couch ready to beat him down for what has happened. You can’t blame him for what he did because of what you did to him, but he only did as I told him to so that he could get his shoes back that you guys took and never returned. Logan shouted, “Ha, it is another trick. I don’t believe it. He just doesn’t want the beat down that is coming to him.” Logan read on, ‘You probably don’t believe what I am saying right now, but it is the truth.’
‘You probably don’t remember me because you did me the same way except my parents got involved and you stopped after the first two weeks and started with Sammy. Well I never let it go. I watched you take Sammy’s shoes and watched you hide them. You couldn’t give Sammy his shoes back because I took them after you hid them. That is how I got Sammy to do what I wanted him to because he wanted his shoes back. I was the one that broke into your house and made him take the pictures. He didn’t want to do everything; he only wanted his shoes back. I was the one that took your shoes from the house, made you go to the school and took your shoes from the truck.’
‘Sammy wanted no part of it, but he had no choice if he wanted his shoes back. If you are wondering what I have against your friend; I don’t. You dragged him into it. His shoe loss is your fault.’ Logan still did not believe the letter or that there was someone else that made Sammy do all of those things. Chip wasn’t buying it either because Sammy had not said a word. Max said there is only one way to find out. We will all just go to Sammy’s house to see if he still has his shoes or not. If his shoes are there, maybe our shoes are there too. After Logan brought all of their shoes into the house they each put on one shoe in anticipation of their other shoes being at Sammy’s place. Max put on his right penny loafer, Chip put on his right Sperry boat shoe, and Logan put on his right Nike Tanjun sneaker. Sammy and I were the only two that were shoeless now.
We all prayed that the letter was a fake written by Sammy himself and that our shoes were indeed at his place waiting on us. As we drove to Sammy’s place Logan and Chip never took their eyes off of Sammy who never said a word the whole time. When we got to Sammy’s place Logan and Chip escorted Sammy to his front door and told him to open it now. We all had hope that our shoes would be there waiting on us. Max stayed with Sammy just to make sure he would not try and leave. They and I searched the whole house not finding one shoe. They did however find an envelope on the table in the kitchen.
The letter read, ‘If you are reading this letter, you did not believe the first letter that I gave to Sammy to give to you. Tell Sammy I could not return his shoes because then you would have beat him down thinking he had taken your shoes and it was all a hoax. Sorry Sammy. Sammy began to cry saying that he promised I would get them back. Since I did not return Sammy’s shoes there was no reason to return yours either. I did feel bad about your friend being dragged into this but that feeling quickly passed. You guys are to blame for him loosing his sneakers. Since you did not return mine I am returning the favor of not returning yours.
In the envelope were pictures that the guy took wearing our shoes. In one picture he had on Max’s left penny loafer with my right sneaker. In another one he had on Chip’s left Sperry boat shoe with my right sneaker. In yet another one he had on Logan’s left Nike Tanjun with my right sneaker. The last picture was of him wearing my sneakers on both feet. I didn’t think the situation could have gotten any worse than when we had left the school but it did.
We now sat at Sammy’s house, worse off than before. Sammy sat crying in his white and black elite socks, Max with his right penny loafer and left sock foot, Chip with one right boat shoe and left sock foot, Logan with his right Nike Tanjun and left sock foot, and me shoeless both of my socks staring back at me. The adventure was truly over this time. The guys no longer wanted to beat down Sammy seeing as he had suffered more than they had suffered losing all of his shoes even the ones they had taken from him in school. They all said, “Sorry Sammy’, and we left.
I asked what they were going to do with all of those left shoes without the right ones? They said they did not know only that they at least had something to wear. Little did the guys know that their adventure was not quite over yet. There was another envelope waiting on them when we got to their house. It read, ‘Since you did not have your left shoes to complete the pair, there was no point leaving you the right ones either. You will find that your bag of shoes are not at home any more. I noticed that the right penny loafer, boat shoe, and Tanjun was missing from the bags. You can keep those. I hope you guys have learned your lesson. Finally, the shoe is on the other foot.

Drunken students

Author – Barry

The University had warned all students about the alcohol promotions during freshers week. The two new dorm buddies Kyle and Barry had ignored the advice and had taken full advantage of the ‘Two for one’ drinks at several bars throughout the night and where now very drunk.
Kyle threw up, regurgitated lager and Jagermeister flooded the floor, the bouncers kicked them out.
Taxis refused to take them home so they slowly and unsteadily headed out the city centre, unfortunately in the wrong direction, it was a while before Barry realised their mistake.
They stood near some allotments/community gardens. It was pitch black, Barry left Kyle by the main entrance gate and walked unsteadily down a dark path to have a piss. A light was shone in his face, Barry squinted shouting ‘move that fucking light’. He was surrounded by four young kids all shining their phone lights at him. ‘Fuck off perverts I’m having a piss’.
‘Give us yer money’ shouted one of them. Barry finished peeing and zipped himself up.
He laughed at the four young lads, they were about 12 and looked like midgets compared to his six foot height, as drunk as he was he wasn’t intimidated. ‘Give us your money dickhead’ shouted another.
‘Fuck off’ said Barry as he started walking away. One of them jumped on his back, he fell backwards, the others pounced. He got back up as they began kicking him, he was unsteady on his feet and they pushed him through a gate into an allotment and fell against a shed. ‘Give us your money’, Barry still resisted pushing the little shits away. One grabbed a garden fork and tried jabbing him while another unreeled a hose pipe and started wacking him with it. Barry grabbed the hose from the kid and began wacking the lad with the fork. Twisting and turning he unintentionally tangled his feet with the hose pipe and tripped over. He tried to get up but young lads took advantage and rolled him along the ground until he was wrapped up in the remaining length of the hose pipe.
He could hear them laughing as a voice said ‘Let’s lock him in the shed’. He attempted again to get out of his entanglement when his feet were grabbed, they dragged him into the shed. ‘Let’s take his shoes’ said another laughing. ‘Fuck off you little bastards your not stealing my trainers’. He tried kicking the teenagers away but they grabbed his legs, he could feel his white size 11 Adidas Stan Smith originals being yanked off his feet before rifling through his pockets for his money and phone. He heard the shed door close leaving him in darkness. He was too drunk to coordinate an escape and fell asleep.
He woke up with a pounding headache wondering where the hell he was, he unravelled himself from the hosepipe, as he stood up he realised his shoes were missing.
He opened the shed door, the early morning sun strained his blood shot eyes increasing the pain In his head, he looked around the shed for his trainers.
‘Where the hell am I and where’s my fucking shoes’ he said before realising his phone and money where missing too. He stepped out of the shed, he heard snoring, he found Kyle asleep on a bench, he too was shoeless. Barry woke his mate up. Neither of them could remember how they got there. Kyle wasn’t happy that his new phone was missing but was puzzled why anyone would take his worn out old Vans off his feet. They could only assume they had been robbed of their money, phones and shoes.
They had no idea where they were, how they got there or who had robbed them. They walked slowly in their socked feet, not because they were shoeless but because they were extremely hungover.
Could they really not remember what happened or were they just embarrassed to admit they had been shoe jacked by kids!

Stories by LostShoe – part 2

Author – LostShoe

The Skecthy

(This story is fictional) This happened about 3 months ago. I was walking around my town at night. When I’m walking back to my house these guys jumped out of nowhere and push me down. Two of the three held me down while the third one was unlacing my blue Uggs. They then unzipped the side zipper and yanked off my shoe. They run away with my right Ugg in hand. I was left with one blue Ugg and a vibrant orange sock. I walked home as Cinderella again.

The friend

This happened about 2 weeks ago. So, I was chilling at my friend’s house, when I realized it was our yearly gift exchange. I had gotten him some new shoes and he had got me white crew Hanes socks. After a few hours, I left. A few days later I was wearing some Sperry loafers and the socks he had got me. We met up at a restaurant downtown. We talked and when we were finished we walked out to go back to the house. When we got to a alley he had accidentally bumped into me. I was on the ground when one of my enemies was walking by. He glared at me and said “Having a good time?” He neared his hand near my foot “Would you mind if I borrow this?” Next I know he yanks off my loafer to reveal my vibrant white sock “You’re too easy to mess with” He walked off throwing my loafer into a dumpster.

The reverse

(This story is fictional) This happened about a week ago. So I am walking across town when I see my enemy across the street. I walk away but he had already gotten on the sidewalk I was on

“What?” I said “What is up is the shoes you have” he replied “I can’t deal with you right now” I said.

He tried to shove me but I shoved him. I realized the great opportunity I had. I started unlacing one of his Nikes. I yanked it off revealing his purple and black sock.

“Who is Cinderella now?” I said. I walked away feeling proud and dominate with his shoe in hand

Stories by LostShoe – Part 1

Author – LostShoe

The dress shoe

(This story is fictional) So, about a week ago, I went to school in black Sperry loafers and I went outside for free period and when I was talking to my best friend this big meat and muscle comes up and shoves me down. I think he just is doing what bullies do but no. He leans down and yanks my right shoe off revealing my beige ribbed sock. He says: “Won’t need this anymore, Cinderella?” then just throws on to the roof. I spent the rest of the day being Cinderella.

The nature trail

(This story is fictional) Ok, so this happened like a month ago. So, I was wearing Vans. I had a free day so I went to a state park and I’m walking on the nature trail. When I roll my ankle and lose balance. I try to get up but I’m caught in between some rocks that my foot went into. So I pull my leg hard. Harder and harder and… I’m free! But one minor problem. My right Van came off and got stuck in between the rocks. So, now my white crew sock is visible. So I go back and walk back home as Cinderella once again.

The mud

(This story is fictional) This happened two months ago. I was free from torture (school) and want to go to the woods to my treehouse to relax and destress myself. So, when I wake up, I get changed, brush my teeth, brush my hair, get my hoodie on, and slip on my Timberlands and head out. I could see the treehouse from where I was standing. Then, I stepped on something really soft and creamy. Mud. I pulled and pulled but my foot didn’t budge. So I grabbed a very sturdy branch and pushed up. “Slop!” I was free but my right Timberland wasn’t. It was engulfed in mud. I just sat there with my camouflage sock free from the boot. I decided to go the treehouse just being Cinderella.

Work shoes

Author – Pizza boss

I run a restaurant downtown. We have the best damn pizza in town and everybody knows. I have a staff of about 10 depending on how busy it is. The pizza chefs work with me for a long time already and some of the waitresses as well. Most of the waitresses are students making some money on the side. I supply uniforms but they wear their own shoes. The only demand forthe shoes is that they’re black ones and not all flashy colored sneakers. One of the girls that just came to work with us was wearing some pink fluorescent Nikes on her first day and I said something about it. She knew I wanted her to wear black ones but she now said she didn’t have any black shoes to wear. The other girls never had any problem with finding black shoes for work but she did. I asked her for her size and bought a pair of black vans for her. They were in the sale, I got them cheap. I could’ve bought even cheaper ones but she needs to stand in them for most of her shift, I think these vans would do the trick for her. The next day, she had another shift and I gave her the vans to wear with her uniform. The shoes were a good fit and she didn’t complain. I did tell her the shoes were part of her uniform, they were meant for work and not for every day use. She agreed and her next shift she came in wearing the vans. I had expected that the other girls would want a pair as well now but this didn’t happen. Some weeks passed and then about half an hour before her shift would begin, she showed up carrying a plastic bag. Long story short, she wanted to quit the job right then and there. The bag she had on her contained her uniforms. She didn’t even want to at least work her shift she just gave me the bag and told me it was my problem and not hers. I think I was pretty friendly up to then but she didn’t put it very friendly at all. I got someone to arrange someone else for her shift and accepted her resignation. She wants to leave but I told her she could still get her part of the tips. She worked for it, it was no more than fair. She looked happy for the first time in our conversation and of course she wanted it. I told her how much it would be but she didn’t agree, she thought she was entitled to a bit more than I suggested. It was just a small difference but I knew my math was correct. I showed her how I came to the amount but she got back to being a big mouth b***h again. Just a minute ago she didn’t even know she would get this money and now it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t believe it. She didn’t give up either and started making drama about this little money. To get her to leave I counted out what she asked for. She walks away and now all of a sudden notice the vans on her feet. MY vans.
I call her back and tell her the uniforms aren’t complete. She said they were and I point out that she is wearing my pair of Vans. She said they were hers now but there was no way in hell she would take them for free after all this.
She again started some drama but I didn’t back down. I wanted my shoes. Or the price of them. She called me a lot of names but did take her shoes off right before she stormed out. I picked up the shoes and put them behind the bar. As I thought, she stormed back in and demanded the shoes back but no way. After more name calling and shouting she finally stormed off in her socks again and didn’t return.
She was a real friendly girl all this time but that last evening she really blew it. I wouldn’t have sent her off in socks if she would’ve stayed nice but hell yeah, I enjoyed taking her shoes and sending her off in her socks after she turned into this b*****. I didn’t even keep the shoes, they went in the trash as soon as she left. It felt great to have her leave shoeless and then throw her shoes away with the rest of the garbage.

Carl the Criminal – Alans story part 1

Author – Jay

Alan’s story

I’d been sleeping on Carl’s couch since splitting up with my girlfriend. Knowing he was a criminal was kind of awkward as I worked in a bank without any convictions.
To thank him for his hospitality I took him to the pub for a beer, during a game of pool he got a phone call from the police wanting to interview him. I offered to drive him to the police station.
“Best do it now” I said, he was reluctant telling me any voluntary interview often ended up with him spending the night in the cells. I joked that I could sleep in his bed rather than on his couch if he did get locked up. He laughed as we finished our beers.
Outside the police station Carl gave me his phone and wallet, he didn’t want the police taking them.
“I’ll get them to phone you when I’m done”, he said. After driving off I realised he hadn’t given me his house key so I returned to the pub and wait for the phone call. I now hoped he wouldn’t be arrested, if he got locked up then I would be locked out.

I finished my beer and decided to drive back to Carls house and wait for the phone call whilst sleeping in the car. Upon leaving the pub car park I was immediately pulled over by blue flashing lights.
“Have you been drinking sir?, asked the traffic cop.
“Yes but only two beers all night”, I said. I was breathalysed and blew 36, with the legal limit being 35 I was arrested for drink driving.
As he handcuffed me I nervously told him I had not been arrested before.
He kind of felt sorry for me as I was barely over the limit.
“You’ll be fine, by the time you get breathalysed at the station you’ll be under the limit and released straight away. The handcuffs and arrest are just procedure I have to follow” he said reassuringly.
Sitting in the back of the police car I began to relax, I hadn’t been inside a police station before so I began to get excited about my visit, would I see Carl, probably not as he would be in the cells.
Arriving at the police station I became concerned as I was escorted through a door saying ‘Custody’.
‘Are you putting me in a cell’ I said to the traffic cop.
He smiled telling me the breathalyser room is located in the custody area.
It was noisy and scary as I was lead inside to a desk were my handcuffs were removed. My pockets were emptied and I was searched.
“Take off your shoes” the officer demanded.
“Why do I have to remove my shoes, I’m only here to take a breath test” I said worryingly.
“Just relax, I just need to search inside them” said the traffic cop.
Although the traffic cop had been kind and never made me feel like a criminal the opposite could be said for the custody sergeant.
“If I could get you breathalysed immediately I would but all prisoners have to be processed” said the bearded sergeant who seemed eager to charge me. I got goose bumps after being called a prisoner.
I kicked off my black Nike trainers and the officer picked them up and put his gloved hands inside each shoe, he dropped them back on the floor and said I could put them back on.
My belongings were checked, Carl’s wallet containing £3000 aroused suspicion with the custody sergeant who also questioned why I had two phones, Carl always said ‘never tell the police anything’, so I remained quiet.
After putting my trainers back on I was taken to be breathalysed but the machine displayed an error about needing to be recalibrated.
“Not to worry” said the traffic cop, “The custody Sergeant will probably release you after your low roadside breath test reading”.
But he didn’t and ordered the traffic cop to put me in a cell. The officer assured me that it would only take minutes to recalibrate the machine and my detention in a cell would be very brief.
I was now very nervous but curiously excited to see the inside of a cell, shoes where on floor outside each occupied cell. I expected mine to join them and I was was not wrong.
“Shoes off” said the officer. I again kicked off my Nikes and entered the cell in my socked feet, I felt a cold shudder through my body as the door slammed shut, I was locked up like a real criminal, like Carl. My heart was racing as I sat down and stared at the four walls knowing I could not leave. I looked around the cell, it was grim, nothing but a toilet and a blue mattress on a concrete slab. I looked down at my shoeless feet, not only had I never been arrested and locked up before but I have never ever had my shoes taken from me, it excited me. My racing heart slowed as I layed on the mattress, I looked at my shoeless feet, Carl must spend a lot of time in his socked feet, I thought. I couldn’t wait to tell him I’d been in the cells, albeit very temporarily. Then by sheer coincidence I heard his voice shouting my name, I excitedly shouted back through the locked cell door telling him I’ve been nicked for drink driving.
The longer I was in there the more confident I was of passing the breath test and being released.
The cell door opened, I was told to put on my shoes and follow the traffic cop to the breathalyser room. I was relieved when I blew well below the limit. I was taken back to the custody desk. I looked at the wall clock, what had felt like an hour in the cell had actually been just 15 minutes I was so relieved to be leaving, Crime wasn’t for me.
I was told that no further action would be taken concerning the drink driving but I was now being arrested on suspicion of burglary.
“WHAT!” I shouted.
“Take him back to the cells” said the custody Sergeant.
“You can’t keep me here, I have to go to work in the morning” I said.
“I’m sure your employer won’t be wanting a criminal working at their bank” said the sergeant. I protested my innocence as the traffic cop took me back to the cells.
“Shoes off” he said before putting me inside the cell once more.
The cell door slammed shut, my heart was racing faster than ever, I was now locked up without shoes inside a cell as a real suspect and not knowing why or for how long.