Balanced And Barefoot Novels & Stories

Knowing her, she will insist we go there immediately. Jam led me to the football team where the team was waiting. On the first day I met him, there were about thirty people, but now there were just sixteen. It was the most beautiful field I had ever seen. Most of the fields we had in Bamenda had ground instead but this one had turf which looked like it was constantly groomed. He made all the players recite the rules and regulations he had given them before the training started. He was a totally different person in a football field; it was like he left his arrogance somewhere before entering the field. Even though he wasn’t playing, I could see and feel the passion he had for the game. He co

Ford’s previous question needed to be repeated, “How did you- You’ve never-I didn’t-“ I will explain. Start running back. They will soon realize you are not here. Ford started his way back barefoot, not even grabbing his debouched and shredded shoe’s. They weren’t any use now, they’d have to be left behind. His steps were faulting, rocks and sticks hurting the pads of his feet as he tried to maneuver around them.

She was so close to Lily that Lily took and step back to maintain her balance. "You should take off your shoes and run ten laps on the field. Then you'll be off the hook. What do you think?" Lily trembled. It was a hot day and the school field was vast. For a timid girl like Lily, running even one lap would be torturous let alone run bare foot. However, in this situation, anyone would agree to run barefoot instead of running completely naked.

ALAYNA’s POV The second the banquet ends, I yank my heels off. “Finally,” I breathe, wiggling my sore toes in the cool grass. Those heels were instruments of torture. Ezra chuckles beside me, reaching for his jacket and draping it over my shoulders. “I’ve come to realize how much you love going around barefoot.” “That’s because those fancy heels hurt,” I mutter, grateful for the warmth of his jacket. “You try stuffing your feet into those medieval foot prisons and smiling through it.”

“What do you mean, I have to wear this? I’ve worn nothing like this before. I don’t know if I can walk in these.” Tara held up a pair of high-heeled silver scrappy sandals. “It’s one thing to be a complete shoe or boot with a heel. But these are begging to break my ankle the first crack in the sidewalk I find. Or I’ll miss a stair and end up on my head at the bottom of the stairs.”

Laura murmured can be heard by me. "And Dylan, I don't want to be carried." Even though I wanted to be carried by him because I was starting to feel heavy, I couldn't do it. It's all because I can't do my magic if my feet don't touch the ground. And why am I barefoot? That's because when I train with Mbayul, I always take off my shoes to feel the ground directly, even though I can actually wear footwear. Now, I can't even barefoot when I want to perform earth magic. Really, that habit is scary.

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.

Three bare feet. One forever-frozen moment. No hospital gowns. No tuxedos. Just the truth. Just love. Just them.

he said with a chuckle. "I'm happy that you are amused by my antics now please leave me alone", I said to him. "Move away from there I will help you find the dress. Don't worry I will keep my hand to myself. But I can't promise you that I won't touch you if you tumbled on me", he said. I readily moved away from him. He was right my balance was pretty bad right now. I was born with a double feet and drinking hadn't done any favours.

I let out a long sigh when I saw that the phone wouldn't turn on. "I guess we'll have to walk back to the hotel." "But what about your heels?" the blonde said, concerned. "I won't ruin the only pair of heels I have, so..." I crouch down, unfastening my sandals. "I'll go barefoot." I stand back up, holding the straps of my heels between my fingers. "Let's go." Amelie and I began walking out of the alley, entering the avenue and gradually moving away from the nightclub. "Isn't it uncomfortable to walk barefoot?"