Loser Fruit Feet Novels & Stories

Stumbling, crashing, rolling, sharp thorns tearing into my feet. I hear laughter. Sickening. Terrifying. “Found her!”

“Now, just start smashing—your feet will do all the work of breaking down the skins so the juices can properly ferment.” Chris sighed heavily but complied, albeit stiffly at first as he got used to the unusual motions and sensations. I bit my lip to keep from laughing outright at the look of intense concentration on his handsome features, the tip of his tongue poking out ever so slightly as he focused on mastering the technique. It wasn’t long, though, before the simple, rhythmic motions seemed to work their magic on him. Slowly, his shoulders relaxed and his frown lines smoothed out—and soon we were both stomping and swishing with abandon, our laughter echoing off the low brick ceilings.

I wriggle and squirm in anguish trying to inch my foot away but it only makes the pain worse and the blood escaping heavier. “FLO? FLO!” Lisas voice rings out clear near me, “HERE IM UNDER HERE!” I wave my arm about from under the bed and feel her hand clasp onto mine. Seeing her bloodied face was like seeing an angel, “are you ok?” I ask her, she wavers her hand in the air “I’m fine, it’s you that we need to focus on” she says as if the the blood running down her face was no matter at all. “CAN SOMEBODY HELP ME?” She yells out, two men from the rehabilitation unit manage to climb over the rocks, all three of them hauling with all their might to lift the boulder off of my foot, “Flo can you

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.

“Jungle foot.” “Huh?” I look at him quizzically. “Jungle foot, or foot rot. It’s from wearing your boots too long and sweating. Our soldiers in Cambiador get this when we go on ruck marches, and they can’t shift.” “Doesn’t their counterpart heal them?”

Sofia Jones is a seventeen-year-old human who has never met her father. Her mother is never around because she would rather spend her time at the club than with her daughter. She isn't the most popular girl in school and only has one friend, Ella. Sofia has been in love with her best friend's twin brother since middle school, but she knows they can never be together, not only because he is the most popular boy who has been bullying her since freshman year but also because he is her best friends brother. Ethan Black is the most popular boy in school. He is the Quarterback of the football team, and he can have any girl he wants, except for the one he has been in love with since the fifth gr

I muttered, walking past trees after trees. I cringed, feeling myself step onto something wet and moist, “Ew!” I screeched. Looking at my feet, I noticed I was bare feet covered in dirt. Being completely determined to simply get away from Tristan, I didn’t even check to see if I was wearing any footwear. Balling my fists, I let out a scream of frustration and face-palmed. Frustration built in my veins, wanting me to punch and kick every tree in sight. Calling him every name under the sun, I turned back towards his house and shouted, “TRISTAN SLADE! GIVE ME BACK MY JIMMY CHOOS!” Knowing I won’t receive any answer, I whined as I continued walking forward, “He has my Jimmy Choos.”

She comes out again with a pair of heels in hand and I can't help but laugh at her. "I can't wear heels to the festival Lorie." I say as she hands them to me. She gives me a pouting face at my words. "If I wear heels I won't be able to walk around with you the whole time because heels make your feet hurt." I reply. "Oh ok." She says as she gives me a more understanding look and returns to my closet again. She reemerges with my black tennis shoes with white laces and hands them to me. "Good choice!" I say with a grin.

Have him do a handstand, barefoot, with an apple in his mouth. I laugh and Bella rolls her eyes. “You don’t have to,” she tells me. “I can just block him.” “Nah, this going to be funny. I’ll do it and flip him off at the same time,” I laugh taking a bite of an apple and kicking off my shoes. I have really ugly feet. My toes are extra-long, and my foot is narrow. Bella sees my feet and is surprised. “Only a very small number of people have seen my feet,” I tell her.

I said to him and winked, then I watched as some parts of his face slowly turned red like I was flirting with him… It was a struggle not to laugh. With that, I turned around to leave and Lily followed suit. We got back to the room and the first thing I did was kick my shoes off before I sat down to massage my sole which hurt so bad from walking around in pairs of shoes that I wasn't used to for days. “My legs hurt so bad that I want to cry. I wish I won't have to wear shoes again!” I wailed out in despair as I kept on messaging my feet and pouting at Lily who was watching me with a small smile playing on her face.