Author – Shoelossfan
It was the first Monday of February 2019 and it had been raining for the last two days here with no real sign of the rain appearing to let up. I was currently making myself some lunch in the pizza oven and figured it would take care of some of the pets around the house, since that’s my job for just about every morning. (woke up late) anyway I went to take care of my sister’s pet bunny since I promised I would while she was away in England, however I notice the bunny was out of hay. So sighing a bit I slipped on a coat and my new black sneakers with red laces and head out to the barn to get some hay.
Now if you guys remember my last story the barn is barely a building, it’s more a suspended roof over some pens. And when I gout around front of it I saw that between me and the hay was just completely swamped, though the area by the back steps looked shallower. So making by wat around the hillside the barn was built into I headed down the steps, it was indeed shallower and with some careful walking I was about to get across, but noticed the ground was soft as I walked over it. Once on the small island of loose hay in the center of the barn I sighed and figured I would continue on my mission. So I go to the pallet and take out a sleeve of hay before I start to make my way back.
Though when I reached the water between myself and the stairs I noticed that the path I took wasn’t there , most likely sunk under by me stepping on it. Though I did my best to follow the path I took and as I stepped up onto the step with my left sneaker clad foot I noticed that my right foot was stuck and partly underwater, so I tugged slightly and thanks to the sneakers looseness I stepped right out of my right sneaker exposing my black sock with red toes and heel to the elements. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw this since I wrote about a month ago as a joke about losing my shoe in a situation like this and now it happens.
Sighing a bit as I saw that my shoe was going to be a hassle, and I had a sleeve of hay that I didn’t want to drop in the water along with there not really being anywhere dry to set it down thanks to the downpour, I just made my way back to the house quickly. with one black sneaker on my left foot and my black and red sock on my right. I don’t think anyone went back for it before nightfall and sine it’s a pair I got from Walmart that was already falling apart I doubt it will last the next few days of rain ahead. So looks like I’m stuck with two left shoes and nothing but socks to wear on my right foot.
Author – Grant
Not sure this story fits I have this friend well the story tells that I was just looking around on the internet to see if I could find anybody like him some of your stories are close to being like him so I thought I would write about him.
My story starts in 6th grade. It’s weird but true.
My best friends name is Tony, we have been best friends since 1st grade. He would always have one shoe with a really lose lace are no shoe lace. when I ask, he always said the lace is either broke are going to break, if he tied it. He would always sit in class and take his shoe off. Tony would all ways have to either throw paper away are sharpen his pencil and would leave his shoe under his desk. when he walked his shoe almost fell off. When we played outside his shoe would fly off, he would just keep going without it. I ask him one time why he did that? He said he hoped someone would steal it because he only had one pair.
Tony always tried to get his shoe stolen when we would horse around.
Are school was one big building with all the class divided by lines on the floor so no walls inside. We were watching a movie and the teacher said we could come sit in the floor so we could hear because of the other classes. Tony came up and sit in the floor, we watch the movie and we went back to are chairs the bell rang.
We headed to lunch as we walked out, I said you forgot your shoe. He said it was gone. I told him I would help him look for it, Tony said I already looked so we just went to lunch. Tony spent the rest of the day missing his shoe.
I got to school before Tony I seen him coming on his bike. He was wearing his left DC and a black sock on his other foot. I said you didn’t find your other shoe. He said nope. We headed to class. He came to school all week missing his shoe even one day when it rained, I ask him don’t you miss your shoe. Tony said nope not at all. He got off his bike and hopped to the school, so his sock didn’t get wet.
After about a week he came wearing new shoes but the right one didn’t have a shoe lace.
Tony went back to just always having a loose shoe with it flying off all the time and a lot of shoe play but wearing it.
Skip forward to the 8th grade. Tony got to the house we always rode are bikes to school and my house is between Tony’s house and the school. He knocked on the door and came in I wasn’t ready yet. I looked down and Tony was wearing a black high top and just a white ankle sock on his right foot. I ask him were his other shoe was. He said I couldn’t find it and ran out of time to look for it. After school we went to his house to play video games. Then we decided to go to the park and Tony put his left shoe on. I ask him if he wanted help looking for his shoe. He said no I’ll look later.
On the way to the park I ask him don’t it bother you not having your shoe. He said nope. I kind of hope I can’t find it. I said what? He said you heard me.
The next morning Tony got to the house and had his shoe I said I see you found it. He said the dog had got it. I laughed, He was sitting on his bike I walked over and bent down and took his shoe off him and tossed it on the roof of my house and said now you lost it. He just rode off.
After that it became fun to take his shoe.
Move to 9th grade now. Most of the guys have got on board with having a one shoe Tony in the group it’s became a game of who can end up with his shoe, and who can keep it the longest, it’s became so normal to see One shoe Tony the teachers don’t even say anything anymore. Today I seen Tony at wally world with his mom and no shoe. I ask him who had his shoe this time, he said Jake never gave it back Friday.
Author – Shoelossfan
(warning story ahead features horse dung)
It was the Thursday after Christmas day for me at my family ranch on the outskirts of Springville California, or rather the early morning as I was up and about since I’m the only one of my family to really wake up during AM hours, and one duty I have is to clear out the barns horse pens of well crap. You see my family owns about eleven horses at the time and the pens had really been let go thanks to a combination of bad weather, myself being sick and other reasons.
Anyway, I’m out there working hard on one of the pens, and something you should know is that the barn is one of those that is really just a roof over an area, no real outside walls what so ever, and the pens are what can be called jail cell for lack of a better word. Since they had a rocket dirt floor, strong slightly rusted steel pipe walls, and on the inside of the walls there is a layer of heavy duty chicken wire which I think is to keep wild animals from attacking the animals inside. Now the pen I am working on had had it’s chicken wire pretty much wrecked on one side thanks to having horse’s that don’t get along in both this and the adjoining pen.
Granted I don’t think much of it as I just continue to shovel the crap into a nearby wheelbarrow when I shift my right foot a little and suddenly, I feel it get caught on something. So dumping what I had into the wheelbarrow I look down to see a half buried piece of this heavy duty chicken wire snagged to the top of my sneaker. Now something you should know is that I only have one pair of sneakers and their black with some red outlines and laces, though a good pair of the front half of the sneaker is this weird wed like mesh.
So I pull back on my foot trying to get it free with little give, making me pull back harder, to the point where I am pushing back on the side of the pen to pull away when all of a sudden I hear a very loud rip. Looking down at my foot I see that my foot is free but I can see to red toe of my black socks with red toes and heels (yes I own those in RL) peaking out from the large hole at the toe of my sneaker, what also didn’t help was that the shoelace snapped in two places as well. As I looked over the damage my heart sank a little since these were the only shoes I have at the time. Though looking at the jagged piece of wire I figure I should take care of that first before someone else gets caught, So I dug it up and dumped it into the dumpster with the rest of the crap, after I took off the ruined right sneaker and dumped in it ahead. Before I head up to the house with just one shoe and one socked foot.
For the next few days I make an effort to hide my one sneaker status by keeping my still good left shoe hidden in my bedroom while the others are up, and going out one shod during the earlier morning when it isn’t wet out. I keep my one shod status hidden all the way through new years only revealing what happened the Monday after since I get a disability check from the government on the first weekday of the month (I have autism in RL) and pretty much soon after my parents took me shopping for new shoes soon after. Still being stuck one shod for a while was a bit fun and I do hope maybe it could happen again.
Author – JayAlex
I went for a walk on a wet night during the fall to a nearby park that was having some construction done. That night I decided to wear some cheaper hiking shoes I haven’t really worn before. They were decently comfortable, but I’ve also gone through multiple pairs of these decently quick due to them being cheap. My walk was pretty normal until I got to the park. The park had lots of exposed mud due to machine movement and new areas being paved. Being the curious person I am, I walked along some of the muddy areas beside the trail, at best it kept the shape of the tread on my shoes and at worst it didn’t react at all to being stepped on. I continued on like this until I saw a larger mound of dirt and an area that would be made a paved trail soon. Right at the edge of the soon to be new trail was another muddy area. I tested it with my right foot and it was much softer than the other areas. I pressed down and my foot kept going down, soon the top of my shoe was covered in mud. After realizing that I may have went a little too deep, it was too late. I pulled my right foot back up, my shoe trapped in sticky muck, revealing my white socked foot. I tried to get my foot back into my stuck hiker, but I only made it worse by getting mud on the inside… I just accepted that it was a lost cause and stepped down on it to bury it deeper into the mud. Looking down at the dirty shoe on my left foot and muddy white sock on my right foot, I turned around and went home. I felt excited by my loss. I still have that left shoe as a bit of a reminder of that fun night.
Author – Evan
This happened about a few years ago. I was hanging out with some friends at a nearby park. We were just hangin out and throwing a foot ball around and stuff. I was running after the ball when I stepped into a deep mud puddle. I got my right foot out and on the ground, but my left foot was still stuck in the mud. One of my friends came and grabbed my arm and eventually pulled me out, but my left shoe came off and was slowly starting to sink in the mud. I was about to reach for my shoe, but my friend grabbed me by my socked foot, and dragged me away from the puddle. My friend still held onto my foot and my shoe just sunk into the mud. Had to walk around the rest of the day in one shoe and my white nike crew socks
Author – shoelossfan
Some silly little fantasy I have gotten over the past few months is for some reason or another I have lost one of my red and black sneakers and never got it black forcing to me to be one shod for a good while with ether my red sock with black on the toes and heel or the color’s flipped exposed to the world as I walked around town, granted I have been cause one shod for a time in the past after getting picked on by a group of girls (who to be fair I stole their shoes first since they had them off while they were on the swing and they were older than me) Sadly dreams like that are nearly impossible for me now since the closest decent town for me is a little over 20 miles away from me (a little over 32 kilometers for everyone who isn’t in the states.)
So all I am left with is my dream and this little hobby I picked up where at evening or during the afternoon if it’s cool enough (as I’m in southern California) and while my parents are busy with work I would go walking around in the front lawn without one of my sneakers, most likely my right one, just enjoying the feeling of walking across the grass covered lawn in my socked foot and just enjoying myself for a short time, some times taking pictures since I like how it looks as well. I’m not certain what sparked my hobby but I think it was soon after I started to chat with Evan off site on skype, and I’m glad I did spark it, though I mostly do it in the evening because at that time I won’t be found out by my parents most likely. (I’m a bit shy about being found out about it.)
Something else that sparked my fantasy of losing my shoe or shoes for good was storys like “my shoes crossed the line”, “Final for our shoes” And of course the “accidental detention” series helped to spark my love of in school shoe loss since really rules where a student lose’s their shoes for breaking the rules is a better punishment then deletion in my eyes, and I would have gotten off better in my school days if my shoes got taken from me when I broke the rules or got in trouble. (I was a very troublesome kid since I have autism)
When I was in middle school around the 7th grade I would spend weekends just playing in the nearby park with my shoes untied and very loss hoping they would come off while I played, and after they came off I would just continue to enjoy myself for a few minutes without the, but I would always quickly get them and slip them back on if I saw people coming towards where I was. And sadly because I moved away from big citys (because my parents thought this was the early 20th century and get horse’s) and started to live in the countryside mostly went one shod ether inside my bedroom and just recently in my front yard since the back yard is full of dog crap and our driveways are mostly gravel. (and most of the ground is too)
Anyway sorry if this isn’t much a story and more of an explanation but to be honest theres not much to talk about as it is a little hobby I just started to take up for myself since I came to this site.
Author – Joop
I live in a small town in Holland. For entertainment I have to take a bus to the nearby town then a train to the nearest big town. It is only twenty minutes away so it isn’t to bad. Last week I went there to the cinema. I was wearing dark blue jeans with white socks and my new vans. But after I got to the cinema my left shoe was hurting my heel so when in my seat I took the left shoe off. The first thing was some guys came into the row and I had to stand up to let them pass. After they had gone I couldnt find my shoe. It had been kicked away. It gave me a strange feeling thinking I had lost my shoe. After the film I found it some way away so I was OK after worrying about not finding it and having to go home without it. I found the idea a bit sexy though! I went to the station and got the train back. The left shoe was hurting so much that on the train I took it off again. I must have dozed off to sleep and I woke up with a jump and saw that i was at my stop. I jumped up and got off the train just as the doors closed. As my feet hit the concrete platform I suddenly noticed that I had left my shoe on the train! There was nothing I could do. I went to the bus station which is outside the rail station and waited for the bus home. I tried to hide my foot, but with white socks it was hopeless and a few people noticed my foot without a shoe. This very strangely made me feel a bit aroused and I had to pull my sweater down a bit to hide the bump in my jeans.
More people noticed on the bus and I was feeling very uncomfortable by the time I got home. I couldn’t stop thinking about doing something about the bump that wouldn’t go away!