Balanced And Barefoot Novels & Stories

Fresh, dark, and wrong. I pressed my fingertip to it and drew it back. Human blood. Fresh, warm Someone had been standing outside my window. Alena had me doing balance work by the end of the third day. Not combat balance, structural. The difference between a larger body's centre of gravity and mine, and how to use the discrepancy in my favour rather than fighting it. She used a term that I had not heard before and that she explained with the matter-of-factness of someone who considered it obvious: mechanical advantage through displacement. The idea that a smaller body, properly positioned, could redirect a larger body's momentum using the larger body's own weight as the force.

"I’m going to take you up the mountain. I think you'll appreciate the view." With a plan in motion, Camden slipped into a pair of comfortable shorts and laced up her new hiking boots. Clayton, on the other hand, decided to go barefoot, preferring the feeling of a connection to the earth beneath his feet. They packed a few snacks and filled their water bottles before setting off.

It feels comfortable to be in it but I feel too exposed for my liking. Leaving the safety of the hut, I trudge forward seeking their packhouse. Do they not possess one for I seem to be lost on his lands for all I see are numerous tents and small wooden houses and huts. It is so distinct from home, it baffles me. There is no wolf in sight and I commence to hunt for a source of life. I remarked they do neither own nor use any shoes, I am provided with none either. I must tour their soil bare feet, is this why Phobos motivated me to do so when I was a pup claiming it was a way to be wild and free?

“And if my shoes break on the way?” “Then walk barefoot,” he said firmly. “Barefoot is not defeat. It’s proof you kept going when the city expected you to stop.” The words planted themselves deep in her chest. She didn’t reply, but the plantain tasted different after that—less like smoke, more like strength.

I stared at her as she walked. "What? Take it off too, it's ten o'clock, no one is watching us." My legs were sore from the heels already, so I used her shoulder as support and removed the heels. Walking barefooted felt so good. If Dylan was here, he would have ranted on and on about how it was unladylike to walk barefooted. -- Ryker's POV

The lights in the garden had already lit up, and the flowers looked lovely under the soft glow. Looking at the cobblestone path in front of her, Adeline recalled reading about walking barefoot on it would help to increase sleeping quality. Since she hadn't been sleeping properly recently, she took off her shoes and stood barefoot on the sharp, uneven stones. The stones felt cold beneath her feet, and it somehow relaxed her. She began to walk slowly down the path. From time to time, she would feel a sharp jab of pain at the soles of her feet, which startled her every time. Otherwise, she quite enjoyed the whole endeavor.

Tapos medyo naka-cross ang binti niya, nasa harap ang right foot. I tried to do what he did, inilagay ko sa ulo ko ang libro at tumayo katulad ng kaniya. Kaso, dahil hindi naman ako nagsu-suot ng heels. I fell out of my balance.

Jordan ordered softly, yet the tone was hard as steel. I let my feet touch the floor and noted with a mixture of both relief and anxiety I realized I was barefoot. Probably a good thing, given how weak-kneed I felt. Now, with the loss of my shoes, I was left me feeling small and even more fragile at that moment, which was a feeling I did not need help with.

he says. “That’s for the adults. We don’t have to do that. We can just do something that makes us comfortable,” I say. “So, what are you comfortable at?” he asks me. I smile as I sit on the chair next to him and take off that high heels from my feet. I place the both heels beside me and then stand on my bare foot. “Why are you on barefoot? You will be cold,” he screams as he sees me barefoot but he doesn’t know I have walked barefoot so many times and it’s not even uncomfortable for me. Surely, it is little bit cold but not to uncomfortable.

We’ll have to go on our human legs to get the girls out and return to where our hunter band left the vehicles. It will be no easy task for many reasons. The girls are tired and weak, I can tell they have lost some weight by the way their clothes hang off them. It will be a long way for them over many miles of uneven and waterlogged terrain. And Sloane only has one shoe, her barefoot is badly damaged I can tell even through the remains of the bloody sock crusted to it. She won’t make it far on that bad foot and with no protection on her feet.