Foot Smelling Stories Novels & Stories

Looking at the tall and thin high heels which were like nails, they all felt sorry for Zhi Fubao. Although it was finally September, the weather in Shanghai was very hot. Zhi Fubao only wore a pair of sandals; it would be very painful when he was stepped by those high heels. At this time, his fat foot had swollen quickly like a pig's trotter. It looked blue and purple, people ended being unable to bear it. They were looking at the girl, but the girl acted as if she didn't see Zhi Fubao at all. She didn't care about him.

She seriously wished to have her beloved sneakers and shoes , these high heels were really a pain in the butt . Going downtown was rather hard since she had no idea where to go , thankfully she had an overlarge bear like wolf as her familiar or she might have ended up with a pair of blistering feet. The downtown market was quite similar to the one she used to visit in India. Stalls of food lined up on the street, stores were popping out at random places .

Both of my legs hurt. My knees wobbled with every step, and the heels I wore weren’t helping. I should’ve just gone with my trusty flip-flops. "You walk like you shit your pants," Bree said, catching up to me as I awkwardly shuffled past rows of fermented wine shelves. Frowning, I tried to straighten up. "No, I don’t," I denied, attempting to salvage my dignity. But Bree just giggled like someone was tickling her feet.

*** Writer’s POV: The youngsters gathered around their camp fire with marshmallows, mini hotdogs and chips. “So, who starts?” Matt mused. “Scary stories?” Saïda asked. “Heck no. What are we? Kids?” Matt laughed. “Freaky stories, Darling,” Brittany mused. “Right. The dirtiest and freakiest ones we’ve experienced individually and are ready to share with everyone,” Allison added with a laugh.

Cynthia immediately refused the doctor's help and had Hailey assist her to a private rest room. Once they were inside and the door was closed and curtains drawn, Hailey removed Cynthia's shoes. Upon seeing what was inside, Hailey almost vomited. Cynthia's feet had been corroded and rotted by the powder; where the skin had been rubbed, it was a mess of blood and pus. A particularly foul odor assaulted the senses. Cynthia was so frightened she began to cry, trying to stifle her sobs so no one would hear. Looking at her festering feet, covered in pus and blood, Cynthia felt an unbearable itch that seemed to gnaw at her bones, as if thousands of ants were biting her. But she couldn't scratch, as

one officer said "I know this place, they can't get far, the stories behind this place is a mystery. People have gone missing mysteriously" the other said "Where do you think they headed?" "Let's go further a little"... Baddo opens his eyes to see himself on a wooden table, the place smelt like meat and fresh blood, he looked around, on his left were different metal weapons hanging on the wall, all rusted, on the roof top is a yellow bulb shining brightly, he tries moving but couldn't because he was tied down

Three, if anyone wanted to be a prince, he had to bring snacks and not smell “like a shoe closet.” “That is alarmingly specific,” I said, sprinkling black pepper over my salad. “Because I smelled one before.” Poppy twirled her fork through her pasta, lips pursed in concentration. “Mommy’s shoes in the closet. The tall black ones. The scary ones.” “Those are boots.” “They could kill someone.” “Sometimes shoes need ambitions.” Salma coughed lightly into the back of her hand, very obviously trying not to laugh. Poppy went on with absolute conviction. “If a prince comes and smells like shoes, I’m closing the door.”

"Don't bother, Dad. I want to be self-reliant. Let me do it myself." Dad paused for a while, but eventually, he sighed and said, "Oh, you. No matter what happens, remember that I'm always your biggest supporter." After ending the call, I took a deep breath and got ready to leave the house. Unexpectedly, I ended up running into Gigi and Donald. "Well? Are you satisfied now?" Donald snapped as he stormed up to me and stomped down hard on my foot. He did it with so much force that I had to bite my lip in pain. My head started spinning as well.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

she said as she twisted her toes nearly begging for his touch. Fred grabbed the other foot to work on it with his thumb. “Are you certain that my feet are not stinky?” she asked. “I cannot even smell them,” he replied. “Even now?” she asked with a giggle while she pressed her foot against his face. Fred inhaled the wrinkled sole while struggling to suppress a moan. However, the intense vinegary aroma drove him crazy.