Author – the girl with one shoe
Me and my friends Caroline and Rachel are going to Tilt today. We are all in 10th grade. I got up, got dressed, got in my car and drove to Tilt. My friends were there waiting for me. I was a few minutes late and said sorry for being late. They said it’s fine and we walked in. We got are cards and started playing some games. That day I was wearing a red hoodie. Blue skinny jeans and high top grey converses. After a few games we then decided to play laser tag. As we walked in my friend Rachel says whoever loses has to give up their shoe for the whole week. We all said ok and started playing. After a few rounds I ended up losing. After we walked out of laser tag Rachel looked at me and said well, give us your shoe. I said no, please it’s a stupid bet but Rachel said a bets a bet. I said fine and bent down and untied my right converse and slipped it of revealing my purple ankle sock. I then handed my shoe to Rachel and she then put it in her bag from tilt and said you will see your shoe again in a week. Then she left along with Caroline leaving me in one shoe. I did not want to hop to cause to much attention to myself so I just walked like normal even though my was missing my right shoe. When I got to my car I looked at the bottom of my sock and it was already dirty. I then got in my car and drove home. The next day I had school and realized I have to go to school missing a shoe. After I got dressed I put on my left converse and looked down at my socked foot. Then I drove to school. When I got there everyone took notice as soon as I walked in the building. And to make matters worse my sock was bright yellow. I found Caroline and Rachel and said can I please have my shoe back. They said no, you agreed to the bet so you will get it back this Friday. I said fine and walked to class. In my first few classes everyone was asking me where my shoe was. I just told them I lost it in a bet. Halfway through the day my sock was really dirty with even a few hairs on the bottom. As the day went on my sock kept on getting dirty. Then finally the end of the day rolled around and I went home. When I got home my sock was almost back from dirt and full of hairs. I don’t know how I am going to survive this week at this rate.
Author – Andrzej
It had happened to me almost a year ago, when I was in Cracow during the summer holidays. Of course, we went to visit the royal castle on Wawel Hill. The day was hot (August), and when after seeing the Armoury and the Royal Representative Chambers it turned out that there are still free (!) tickets to the Tower, only a few of us wanted to use them. Among them there was also me. The stairs leading to the top of the tower were wooden, steep and with gaps between the steps. All five of us wore sandals. Well, almost. I had leather backles Birkenstock sandals . They fitted my feet well, but this time I had a bad accident: when I climbed the stairs to the highest level of the tower, I hooked up with arch of my my right foot to step and just lost my sandal, which fell down somewhere and I lost sight of it. The stairs were narrow, there were still a lot of people climbing upstairs behind me, so I couldn’t turn back. I had to climb higher, wearing only one sandal, with my right foot completely bare. I heard laughter and voices “Look, he lost his sandal”. All four of my friends were climbing in front of me. When I finally got upstairs, they saw what had happened – that I only had one sandal – and they also started laughing at me. The worst part was that I didn’t know where my lost sandal had fallen and how I would find it. I was even afraid that I would have to come back wearing one sandal all the time. Limping a little bit, I walked up to the window in my only sandal and looked outside. I put my bare foot on the top of my left one. It wer a wonderful view through the window of the tower, although it was narrow – a view of the Hill and a part of the area. But an unlucky accident with my sandal spoiled my pleasure a bit. Someone at the back said loudly that a strange Cinderella came to Wawel Castle – he is a boy, till midnight far away and not at the ball, and the princess is also not there, which caused new laughter. I was ashamed. I went up to the stairs and started going down, looking for my lost sandal. Unfortunately, I went all the way down to the bottom and still one of my feet were bare . The stone floor (upper levels had wooden floor) was unpleasantly cold and I stood on my left, shod foot, only with toes of my other foot touching the floor. I didn’t know what to do, because my sandal was still not found, and it couldn’t fall lower than here. I looked around again, standing there without one sandal, completely helpless. Fortunately, not many of the people entering the tower looked down, so most of them didn’t notice my bare foot. And those who were coming down behind me were already laughted, I guess, because I rarely heard mockery of me or giggles. I wanted to go to the exit because I was convinced that my sandal was lost for good, but I barely took a few steps, when a redheaded girl, about my age, approached me and said it was probably mine. I looked at her hand and noticed that she had actually found my sandal! She explained that it almost hit her head, but she lifted her shoe off the floor and decided to wait for someone to lost it before she went upstairs herself. I started to thank her and apologize, but she just smiled, gave me back my shoe and she went up the stairs. So I put my sandal back on my foot. Now I decided to wait. When that redheaded girl appeared again at the bottom of the tower, I approached her. I thanked her again and asked if I could invite her for ice cream as a thank-you for finding my sandal. She started laughing and said she wasn’t looking for anything, that my sandal “found” her, but she agreed. It turned out that Karolina (Caroline) – that’s her name – lives not far from me, in Sopot.
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 – Blake
I always kind of like the ideal of losing one of my boots never tried it or did anything about it but I read a story by shoelossfan last night so to today I was sitting in my last class of the day. and the teacher said we had to go to the library For whatever I took my right boot off, and went with just a white sock on that foot to see what it was like nobody noticed are at least didn’t say anything when the bell rang for school to be out I walked back to class to get my backpack and boot my backpack was there but my boot was gone I panicked and looked everywhere but it was gone so I finally headed to my bus with my sock foot thinking I’m in trouble I don’t have another pair to wear. But was kind of excited at the same time I got home nobody noticed because I took my left boot off. This morning when I was getting ready for school I went to put my boots on and remembered I only had a left boot to wear. I set and looked at my socked foot thinking I have to go to school missing my boot it was kind of weird walking out the door to the bus wearing one boot and even weirder walking in to school I guess it stuck out just wearing a white sock cause everyone ask what happen I told them it was stolen they thought that was funny by lunch I guess everyone was used to it because nobody said anything. I looked in lost and found but no boot, so I guess I have a new look for now anyways not sure how long I will have a sock foot and the girls all feel sorry for me so that is good. once my dad finds out it maybe a long term look he is pretty stick
Author – Shoeless Guy
As they began their descent from the hill Gary glanced back at the flagpole, the dangling boots swung in the breeze. Marty got well ahead of the others and as he approached camp he spotted a pair of black socked feet resting on top of the kit bags. “You fallen asleep Will?” he said. He walked nearer and realised the feet where tied together. Then he went down.
Gary said to the others “Where has Marty gone?”
“He was ahead of us” said Baz.
They halted their approach to camp and waited, Gary commanded Ross to move forward slowly to the right and Sean to the left. Ross could see the camp ahead, he spotted Will tied up on the ground and Marty being held by two of the sergeants with Nick talking to him.
“Where are my boots?” said Nick, Marty didn’t reply. “Tie him up and take his boots”
Sean saw Marty’s wrists being tied and thrown to the ground then his boots removed. He was so fixated watching Marty’s boot confiscation that he didn’t notice two Sergeants creep up from behind. They pushed him to the ground, Amrit wrapped his hand over Seans mouth as Ian tied his hands behind his back. They marched Sean towards the others. Sean tried to free himself from his binds but knew his fate, he saw Will and Marty bound on the floor, he knew he would shortly be losing his boots and joining them.
Ross watched and said “shit” as watched a tied up Sean placed on the ground and getting his boots removed. He turned to get up and his foot was grabbed, Kev had sneaked up on him, his grip on Ross’ boot was strong. He had no choice but to get out his army knife and rip the laces on his boot. His brown socked foot fell out of the boot and he ran off to warn his remaining team mates.
Nick demanded to know where their boots where, the tied up Corporals where not answering. Kev returned holding up a boot in his hand. Nick tried on the capture guys boots, they where all too small. He knew he couldn’t return to the main cadet camp without his boots or the flag.
Ross returned to Gary and Baz, they captured Will while we got the flag, Marty was ambushed walking back to camp and they grabbed Sean, they’re all tied up. I nearly got captured too but escaped unfortunately I lost a boot as he looked down at his socked foot. “This is getting out of hand” said Gary “We are supposed to capture the flag, not each other”.
“What we going to do with the prisoners” said Mike.
“We are going to wait until their mates attempt to rescue them” said Nick.
Gary knew he had to sacrifice himself to save the others. He walked into camp hands in air “Let my men go and you can have your boots and the flag” he said to Nick
“Where are the others” said Nick.
“Watching and waiting”
“Let my men go” Gary said again
Nick looked down at his now rather dirty socks then across to Gary’s booted feet. “Not until you give me your boots” he said.
“No deal” said Gary
“Take off your boots and your men can go”
Gary sat on the ground unlaced and removed his boots then threw them over to Nick. The Corporals where untied. Gary sat in his grey boot socks watching Nick putting on his boots. “God Damn it” said Nick “Is nobody else a size 11” he shouted as he threw Gary’s boots on top of the other confiscated footwear. The newly released corporals went to retrieve their boots but where stopped by the sergeants. “You’ll get your boots once we have ours” said Nick who told Gary to beckon his two remaining men to the camp. A few minutes later Baz and Ross walked into camp. Nick demanded they take their boots off or boot with Ross. They looked at their leader, Gary said “Just give them your boots” with a look of defeat on his face. They sat on the ground and removed them and threw their boots to Nick. The Corporals all stood together in their uniforms and socked feet. “Where are our boots and the flag” said Nick.
“Your boots are tied to the flag pole at the top of the hill” said Gary.
“How can we trust you” said Nick
“We’ll take you to them” said Gary “And you also have our boots as ransom”
Nick told Amrit to place all the Corporals boots in a sleeping bag and hide them in the trees. “Just in case they try and double cross us” he said.
“Before you hide our boots” said Gary “I want your men to take off their remaining boots and place them in another sleeping bag so we can hide them til we return, then we’re all shoeless and equal as we climb the hill, if not the flag remains hidden and no team wins”
Reluctantly Nick agreed to Gary’s demand and ordered his men to remove the boots off their right feet. Baz got a sleeping bag and one by one the sergeants placed their boots inside. They looked down at their feet, each had a clean right socked foot and a dirty left socked foot. Amrit disappeared in one direction and Baz in the other, after a few minutes they both returned empty handed.
Now all 12 cadets where in their army uniforms and stood in socks. “Where is the flag?” said Nick.
“The flag is in Will’s boots which we mistakenly left up with your boots” said Gary
The climb to the top was slow wearing just socks. They eventually reached the flagpole.
“What game are you playing Gary” said Nick as he looked up at the empty flagpole.
“They where definitely there” said Gary “I’m not playing any game, after all you have hidden our boots. We are on open land, any member of the public could of seen them and stole them”
“Great” said Nick “Thanks to you guys my boots have been stolen”
“Game over for both teams” said Gary. “The flag was in Will’s stolen boots, we’re all going to be gunged as neither team captured the flag”
As they sat a dogwalker appeared Nick looked at him and asked “Have you seen anyone carrying lots of boots”
The dog walker laughed as he looked at the 12 uniformed cadets sat in their socks and said “What sort of army do we have when our soldiers have their boots stolen” as his dog sniffed Nick’s socked feet.
The walk downhill was just as hard without boots, they arrived back at the Blue team’s camp. All the kit bags where missing. “Go get the sleeping bags with the boots in” said Gary to Amrit and Baz. They reappeared empty handed. “They’ve gone too” said Amrit. “Somebody has been watching us and taken everything” said Nick.
All 12 cadets walked back to the main camp, marching in their socked feet, no boots or kit bags. It had been decided that only the two team leaders would be gunged. Their men had suffered enough at their lack of leadership. The flag had not been in Will’s boots but in Gary’s jacket all the time, where it remained. He saw the disappointment on the 17 year old Nicks face, his last Cadet camp, no glory of winning. He’d had his revenge on Nick, without his boots all day. He was now prepared to share the humiliation in camp as joint loser.
Gary the Corporal and Nick the Sergeant where paraded through camp in uniform, no boots, their socks dirty and worn. They where tied to a tree and gunged with water, mud and the gunk from paint balls.
As they stood there tied to the tree, being covered in crap, Gary thought to himself, Who had been watching them? Who had their kit? Where where their boots? A lot of unanswered questions ran through his mind.
With no kit bags or boots, the rest of their stay in camp was going to be uncomfortable.
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…
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?
Author – Evan
This is something that happened way back in high school. After classes were over, I was hanging out with two friends in the theater in the building for a little bit. I kicked off my shoes and hung out with them at the theater seats for a little bit. Maybe about 5-10 minutes later, my friend Michael starts pulling ,e by the arm to web design club. About an hour later, I left the club and went to the bathroom. And thats when I looked down and saw my white nike crew socks and realized that I forgot to put my shoes back on. I ran back to the theater to get them, but when I went inside, there was a whole bunch of people and stuff in the theater. I moved around all the people and things to where I was sitting earlier and saw that my shoes were gone. A couple of rows down, I saw someone tossing my right shoe up and down. I ran to him, showing my shoeless feet sawing that he had my shoe. He gave it back, but he didnt know where the other shoe was. About 30 minutes of me hopping around the school, I eventually hopped my way outside and saw my shoe tucked under a bush by the door