Experiments

Author – Lucylex

I love going to Walmart’s and leaving my shoes around places to see if anyone takes notice and picks them up but on this day I was feeling a bit more adventurous and wanted to pretend like I was rushing through the store and passing people and as I would I would lose one of my shoes and keep on going! Lol the only women I did it to, I was running through an aisle and my shoe came off right as I passed her and she quickly looked up and saw that I had I abandoned my shoe as I kept on walking. I kept rushing in one shoe and didn’t look back. I hid out close by in another aisle and waited to see if she would pick my shoe up or try and find me. I ended up going back to the aisle and the women who had saw me was still in it and noticed I had only one shoe on. She asked me what had happened and didn’t wanna leave the aisle until I came back for my shoe. I told her I had been rushing and didn’t noticed my shoe loss lol. She giggled as I was slipping my stocking foot back into my shoe and she ended up walking away. Sadly she didn’t take my shoe but I thought it was nice of her to baby sit my shoe for me until I came back hehe. That same day I decided to go to the shoe aisle and try that same trick on another women with a cart. As we passed each other in the aisle, I acted as if I had lost my shoe and it caught under her cart lol. She couldn’t stop laughing and said she needed a good laugh. She also told me I was blushing as she stared at my exposed sock. I quickly slid my foot into my shoe and left Walmart. It was a bit embarrassing.

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The elevator

Author – Alexander

Today I was visiting a friend. He lives in a big apartment building on the 5th floor with his parents. When I came there I walked the stairs up to his floor. He was already waiting for me at the door. I went into the apartment and sat down on the couch. He offered me a drink and we talked a little and watched t.v. At some point he said let’s do something outside and I said okay. We went outside to the staircase and he pushed the button for the elevator. When we stepped in he pushed the button for the top floor, there are 10. On top we stepped out and looked around, there was a little ball in the corner and he started kicking it towards me and I kicked it back. The doors of the elevator were still open and when he kicked the ball again it bounced against the wall into the elevator and at the same time the elevator was called down and the doors closed with the ball inside. I pushed the button to call it back and a few minutes later it opened the doors and the ball was still inside. Then my friend said I dare you… I was like; huh? He laughed a little and said since you don’t live here I dare you to kick your shoes into the elevator, wait till it goes down, call it back and see if they are still there if it comes back up. I was reluctant about this but he said come on they are not some expensive sneakers. He was right about that and in a funny way I got a little thrill about the dare. The shoes I was wearing were already a little trashed and I thought; what could happen. My friend then said; well? Do you take the dare? I said, okay. So I kicked my shoes into the elevator and we waited for it to go down. Then the doors closed and I got the shivers because I hadn’t thought about it till then that when somebody took them I had to go home in socks. We could see it stopped on the 6th floor and then it went further down to the ground floor. I looked down to see who was leaving the building and if that person carried my shoes but I only saw a woman going out carrying some plastic bag. I went back to the elevator and pushed the button to call it back up. My friend was only laughing at me and said I did this once and my shoes were still there. Then the doors opened and I froze for a second because the elevator was empty. I looked around the corners but there were no shoes to be found. My friend stopped laughing and said we have to go down and see if they are maybe in the main hall. So we went down, me in my light grey wool socks. On the ground floor we got out and looked around again but there was no shoes. I said, what now? I can’t go home like this, everybody will watch me and make fun of me. My friend said, I don’t know, I didn’t expect this to happen. I took a deep sigh and said let’s go back up. We walked towards the elevator and the doors closed right before our faces. I looked at my friend and said let’s take the stairs. I had something to drink at his place and went home. I had a 20 minute bike ride to go. At first I felt embarrassed but after some distance I didn’t pay too much attention. I was lucky it was nice weather…

The dream

Author – Emil

Last night I had a very realistic dream. I dreamed that together with my friend Michal, going to school, we left a little earlier to go round the road and go to the river. (sometimes we do it in reality). We walked slowly, occasionally kicking small pebbles, talking and watching the wild ducks, when I suddenly looked at my watch and shouted, “We have only ten minutes to start the first lesson!” We started to run, as fast as we could, but we were so far away from school that it was obvious that we would not make it on time. So we started shortcuts. But there are allotments on the river, so we had to cross the fence, hoping that we would not come across one of the owners. Unfortunately, it happened. We were already near the edge of the gardens when we heard someone shouting angrily, asking what we were doing here. I looked back and saw a man running towards us. We could only do one thing – run even faster than before, that he would not catch us. We got the fences, almost two meters high, and quickly climbed over – and we breathed a sigh of relief. And then I noticed that during my escape I lost one shoe. I looked back and saw that it was right under the fence, unfortunately, on the other side. Normally I would go back to get my shoe back, but that man was already very close and would catch me … and the lessons would only start in five minutes. So I just ran after Michał to school, leaving my lost shoe in that garden plot. And although we were in a hurry, we were a little late and we entered the class after the bell. Of course, someone immediately pointed at my feet – on the right one I only had a blue sock – and shouted “Look, Emil becomes Cinderella” and everyone started laughing. I blushed, I sat in my seat.
Then I woke up.

Jacked by Santa

Author – Unlucky Lad

It was early December and the three 15 year old pals had been watching the usual vlogs on You Tube. “We can do one of those overnight challenges” said Bryn. “Where?” said Stan. “The out of town shopping centre” replied Nick. They agreed to get the bus on Friday, tell their parents they’d be stopping over at one another’s houses and hide until the centre closed and have some fun.
They arrived in the shopping centre and looked around for somewhere to hide. They decided a children’s play area would be ideal but kids where still playing and they’d have to wait til it emptied. They wandered around and noticed Santa’s Grotto “We’ll have some fun in there later” said Bryn. An hour later they heard an announcement telling shoppers the place was closing. They went and hid in the play area. A short while later the place was quiet, Bryn switched on his Go Pro and they started exploring. Now that the place was empty and quiet their trainers could be heard squeaking on the polished floor. So they walked slowly to Santa’s Grotto. When they arrived they could hear voices so hid behind Santa’s sleigh. “Perhaps a guard heard our shoes squeaking” whispered Nick. The voices disappeared and the boys decided to take off their trainers, they could run around and slide on the floor in their socks and nobody would hear them. The only thing was they would have to carry their shoes. “Let’s hide them in Santa’s sleigh, there’s lots of empty ‘present’ boxes. Bryn took off his black Nike Air Max trainers, Stan his Adidas and Nick removed his Nikes. They hid them in one of the boxes at the back of the sleigh. They found it fun running and sliding around the empty shopping centre in their socked feet. Nick found it amusing looking at shoes through a shop window whilst he stood with none on his feet. At midnight they heard workmen enter with machinery. They decided to go and hide in the play area. The work went on throughout the night whilst they where stuck shoeless inside a tubular slide. Nick said he found it thrilling knowing their shoes where at the other end of the shopping centre and they couldn’t get to them. Bryn said “What if someone actually finds our shoes and takes them”. The thought of losing their shoes sent a hot and cold flush of excitement through them all. They all eventually fell asleep inside the slide. They where awoken by a kid climbing inside the slide. It was the next morning and the centre had re-opened. The kids parents stared as the three shoeless teenagers climbed out of the slide. They wandered down the mall towards Santa’s Grotto, the place wasn’t too busy but it made their stocking feet more noticeable to the morning shoppers. They hoped their shoes where still in the sleigh. They arrived at the Grotto to see a queue of parents with kids waiting for Santa to arrive. His sleigh was missing, then Bryn looked up, the sleigh was hanging 25ft in the air attached to plastic reindeer. They had no choice but to go to the security office and admit they had been there all night and to ask for their shoes to be retrieved from the flying reindeer and sleigh. Their explanation was greeted with loud laughter from a guy who leaned over the counter and stared at their shoeless feet to confirm their story. “Sorry guys but those workman and their equipment won’t be back until January to remove the Christmas decorations” He laughed again at the shoeless trio as they turned to leave. “Looks like Santa’s one horse open sleigh will be looking after your trainers for Christmas and don’t forget to hang your stockings up” he laughed as he stared again at their stocking feet as he started singing ‘Jingle Bells’. They walked through the shopping centre, faces as red as Santa’s outfit, their embarrassment was to get worse as they now had to get the bus home in their socks as they couldn’t ring their parents to come and get them as they would not only have to explain being in a shopping centre all night but having their trainers jacked by Father Christmas too.

Merry Christmas.

True experience

Author – shoeless guy

The following story is a true account of how I realized my fondness to losing shoes.
After my experience it got me searching the Web and discovering this site about a year ago. I enjoy reading the stories posted and hope my contributions have been enjoyed by others. Although so far my stories have been fiction and wished It had actually happened to me, the following story is true and why I use ‘Shoeless Guy’ as my name.
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A few years ago I worked as a Sales Rep in the north of England. With a company car I did a lot of driving and often seen abandoned shoes on the roadside but never really thought anymore about it. I always stop to eat lunch in lay-bys, my favourite being on a not too busy road with great views across the Pennines. A few miles before the lay-by I spotted a training shoe on the roadside and it looked fairly new. It got me thinking who lost their shoe? Why was it there? What happened to the other shoe? Would anyone retrieve it? All questions that would never be answered. Would anyone stop and pick up the shoe?, probably not unless it was the owner. Then I thought would anyone stop and pick up a pair of shoes? Again probably not, too hazardous to stop on a main road. I continued thinking about it as I finished eating lunch. What if a pair of shoes where left in a lay-by, anyone could stop and pick them up. I stared down at my shoes in the footwell, would anyone take them if I drove off leaving them behind? I was getting incredibly excited with just the thought of leaving them, never mind losing them. Being a sales rep I wore a suit and smart shoes, I took off my shoes and looked at them, they weren’t new but I looked after them and they where as good as new, size 10, plain black laced leather shoes. Would anyone want to take them? I placed them on the passenger seat and pondered.
The excitement of throwing my shoes out the passenger window and driving off shoeless in my suit was overwhelming. So I did, I looked in my rear view mirror and could see them laying on the tarmac, my right shoe laid on it’s side. My heart was pounding, I decided to drive to a roundabout about three miles ahead and turn around and go back and retrieve them. Just the thought of someone taking them got me more excited. As I approached the roundabout I could see a car had bumped another causing a queue. What if I had bumped into another car and had to get out…. in my socks! The reality of what I had done was kicking in. I navigated the roundabout and headed back. My heart still pounding, excited and cold flushes of fear at the same time I slowed as the lay-by approached on the opposite side of the road. A car was parked, a police car! I drove past, but relieved that my shoes where still there, I decided to do a U turn at a junction a mile up the road, hoping the police car would be gone on my return. It wasn’t, so I drove past my shoes again, the police car pulled out behind me. What if I have a brake light out and get pulled over by the police, they’ll see me shoeless, is it legal to drive in socks? All sorts of paranoid thoughts running wild in my head, heart pounding in my chest. He followed me to the roundabout, the two bumped cars gone, I drove straight on at the roundabout, it might look unusual doing a U turn with the police behind. He turned right but it took me another mile to U turn and head back. My shoes where still in the now empty lay-by, I passed and U turned where I’d done earlier and headed back to the lay by. A car ahead slowed me down, I indicated to pull into the lay-by, so did the car in front. He stopped ahead of where my shoes lay. I pretended to use my phone waiting for him to move off all the time staring at my shoes, I really needed to get them as I should of been with my next customer now. I didn’t have the courage to get out and retrieve them in my socks so I waited. Then he got out of his car and put some rubbish in the waste bin, he spotted my shoes, picked them up and went to put them in the bin. My heart pounded again, excited he’d picked them up, but happy he was going to bin my shoes allowing me to retrieve them. He stared at them then looked at his own shoes, he looked over to me, then carried them to his car, got in and drove off. The excitement of a stranger carrying away my shoes as I sat in my socks was incredible but as he drove off panic set in. I drove behind him, excited and nervous at the same time thinking how did I end up following my own shoes. I knew some traffic lights where ahead and I’d built up the courage to ask for my shoes back if the lights where on red. As we approached the lights, they went to red, ‘thank god’ I thought, but he jumped them and I lost him… and my shoes.
I was extremely late getting to my next call, a small retailer in a rural village. Nowhere to buy shoes, I pulled over and phoned him explaining I was late and could we discuss any issues and order stock on the phone. He wanted me there as I’d promised to remove old stock. Panic set in, I couldn’t visit a customer in my socks but I really had no choice. I entered his shop, trying to act normal in my dark grey suit and black socks. His two teenage sons where there. My face went red as they looked straight at my shoeless feet. “You lose something” said the shopkeeper as his sons laughed. “I stepped in some cow muck having a pee” I explained telling them they didn’t smell too good and be unhygienic walking in a shop wearing them. He offered to loan me a pair of his sons shoes, but my size 10 feet quickly dismissed that idea. Having finished at his store I headed to my next job, fortunately in a larger town that had a supermarket that sold shoes. My heart again pounding as I entered in my socked feet, feeling rather relieved when I reached the shoe aisle. I found a pair of loafers that fitted. Rather than walk in my socks to the checkouts I pulled the price tag off the shoes and wore them. After queueing at the till, I gave the checkout operator the tag and explained I was wearing the shoes.
“I’ll need to see the shoes” she said.
“Why?” I asked. She explained that anyone could switch labels and I could be wearing expensive trainers. I took the shoes off as the queue watched, to make matters worse she called for an assistant from clothing to come over and do a price check on my shoes. The clothes department was at the back of the store so had to wait for him to arrive then walked off again with the shoes. All the time the impatient queue staring at me in my suit and socks. Eventually he returned, I paid and put the shoes on and left.
If only I had got out of my car at the lay-by and picked up my shoes, nobody except the car driver would of seen my socked feet and then he would of forgotton me later.
I did the rest of my calls and got home late, my girlfriend wasn’t amused when she spotted a cheap pair of loafers on the bedroom floor rather than my quality leather shoes.
Although the afternoon was embarrassing I never forgot how excited I’d become leaving my shoes on the roadside, the thrill of being shoeless and embarrassed at the same time, watching someone take my shoes as I sat helpless in my socks was exhilarating.
Evertime I visited my village customer his sons always shouted ‘The Shoeless Guy’s here’

Accident

Author – MC

The next chapter continued from the story “Stealing Alex’s Birks”…

Driving home from the party was a challenge. Matt had never worn clogs before, and these Birkenstocks were very large. Alex wore them loose, and his feet were larger than Matt’s, so the clogs hung very loosely on his feet. The clog on his right foot moved around considerably as he pressed and released the pedal.
Matt’s car entered a section of woods with tight turns which wound through some steep hillsides. He hadnt considered how much he had to use his foot in this section of road, otherwise he might have put back on his boots. As he started down the hill, he pressed his toes to the brake and they slipped down out of position along the footbed.
A short gasp escaped from his lungs as Matt felt the clog slip partially off. He reapplied pressure, hoping to press his foot back into the clog, but the loose fit made it turn sideways on his foot. He applied the brake once again, and the shoe slipped off of the pedal and then off the end of his toes.
His socked foot groped for the shoe in a panic, but resulting the accident was already set in motion. By the time Matt had the presence of mind to use his foot shoeless, his car was already off the road. The car dove down a steep hill, unable to be stopped until it came to rest violently in the soft earth at the bottom of the hill face.
Matt awoke suddenly behind the wheel. He was shaken, but unhurt. Had he blacked out? As he gathered his thoughts about how to proceed, he realized his clog was still off. Looking to the floor, he spied the shoe and slipped his foot back into it. Opening the door cause it to hinge quickly with gravity. Matt stepped slowly out of the vehicle.
As he stood, he realized his mistake. The brown suede clogs sank slightly into the earth, slicking the outline of the shoes with soft mud. He took a few steps in place, realizing the mud was pulling on his shoes. It felt like his feet could accidentally slip out along the suede at any moment. Despite his distressed situation, he felt incredibly excited… aroused even. He immediately thought to change into his boots and save the newly stolen clogs any more ruination, but when he looked to the seat where he had placed them, they were gone. They must have gone out of the open window.
Matt turned and looked up the hill where his car had just slid off the road. It was pretty steep, but his best bet for getting help was to try and climb back up. The way was muddy and rocky. As he started, at times he felt he had a sure foothold, and others his feet sank into the earth or slipped out of position entirely. Matt worried about losing the clogs. Could he even make the climb in his socks?
Sure enough, one step with his right foot sank deeper than the others. The dry surface had given way to some sloppy, wet earth. Gripping with his toes, he tried to free the clog out of the mud, which he now felt closing in around his exposed ankle and even seeping into the shoe. His toes slipped off the raised toe bar in that fancy Birkenstock footbed.
Matt pulled desperately on the suede upper with the top of his foot, harder still as he felt the soft materiel slide down along the top of his foot. With one last tug, his foot came out of the shoe completely. He tried to put his foot back in where the shoe was, but all he could feel his toes touch was wet earth. He shuddered with excitement. He left the clog behind, under the earth. His blue sock was a bit stained with mud, but after that next step his foot sank shoeless into the muck and there was no more blue visible.
The hillside below the road was both steep and slippery. He struggled up the hill, for his hands and feet moved easily through the soft earth and gave no grip or footholds. The remaining left clog accumulated more and more mud as he moved, and started to feel heavy. In one step, his foot slipped through some soft mud and his foot slipped along the inside of the clog. He tried to grip his toes to catch the clog, but it was no use. He lost the shoe and looked back just in time to watch it roll down the hillside.
On the hillside, his toes were sunk deep into the muddy earth. He was tired from the struggle… and excited from losing his shoes… He wanted desperately to release all his tension…
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Matt awoke suddenly in the driver’s seat of his car… which was in the driveway at his apartment. He looked down at Alex’s Birkenstocks, unsullied by mud and the suede was collapsed loosely on his feet. Time to head into the house. He opened the door and put his left foot out of the car… the clog slipped off and clapped on the concrete. He might need to adjust the straps a bit tighter… but where’s the fun in that?

Shoe auction

Author – jman

At our school those who walk on the gym floor with street shoes lose their shoes to the school. It all started when a student was warned three times about wearing street shoes on the gym floor. One day the teacher told the student to take off his shoes and give them to him. Later it became policy that those who wore street shoes on the gym floor would have to forfeit and hand over their shoes. After a while a good number of shoes were handed over to the school for breaking this rule and something needed to be done with the forfeited shoes. It was decided to auction off the shoes and use that money to fix the damaged gym floor rather than take money out of the general fund.

The shoe auctioned proved successful and the school decided that this would be a good way to generate funds for special projects and so shoe confiscation was expanded to breaking other rules. Shoe confiscation replaced detention and so money was saved by not having to pay detention teachers.

Once enough shoes were forfeited there would be a shoe auction. Here are the shoes that were auctioned off and what caused them to be forfeited.

1 pair brown cowboy boots – late for class
1 pair mary janes – late for class
1 pair skate shoes – unprepared for class
1 pair blue sneakers – unprepared for class
2 pairs white sneakers – unprepared for class
1 pair black and red sneakers – unprepared for class
1 pair tan deck shoes – unprepared for class
1 pair converse all stars – vulgar language
1 pair white sneakers – talking in class
1 pair tan deck shoes – talking in class
1 pair work boots – waking on gym floor
1 pair black cowboy boots – walking on gym floor
2 pairs tan cowboy boots – walking on gym floor
2 pairs brown deck shoes – walking on gym floor
2 pairs tan deck shoes – walking on gym floor
2 pairs of soccer slides – cheating

Rules were that anyone who had lost shoes since the last shoe auction was not able to bid. Often people would bid on the shoes of their nemeses and rivals. The punishment of losing your shoes was enhanced by seeing someone you did not care for now wearing them.