Someone Else's Shoes Novels & Stories

All the practical shoes are gone from both the men’s and women’s sections, along with all the socks, belts and other accessories. Radar nudges one of the piles of shoes with her foot. “There are some pretty expensive brands here,” she says. She bends and picks up a shiny red and black leather shoe with six-inch stiletto heels. “I guess these aren’t much good when you’re running away from monsters, though.” She tosses the shoe back onto the pile. “I guess that’s why all the sports shoes are gone,” Plush says. “I bet people used the shoe boxes as fuel for fires,” Lights adds.

“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.”

"We can open our own children shoe and accessories shop so that way, over time, we will be able to fend for ourselves again and not be ashamed to see your father." Alexa understands and nods happily. "I guess we'll get our money's worth out of the shoes. Every disappointment they say is a blessing." Both women enter the room and look at the neatly packed boxes of shoes and slippers and footwear belonging to children, male and female. They high five. Sharon grabs the closest bag to her and carefully opens the box so as not to rip the packaging. She brings out the pair of shoes and her smile freeze. Alexa notes her expression. "What's wrong mum?"

I wonder if he knows how much power he holds in his gaze. “I wish it made sense now,” I stumble over a rock in a pair of sneakers I borrowed from Evander. There are a few rocks inside the shoe as well that I'd love to take out, but Axel is moving with so much focus and determination that I dare not tell him that my shoes are full of sharp little pebbles. Old with small holes in the top mesh, this is not the footwear I would have chosen for a tromp through the forest but I didn't have much choice. My other shoes were ruined when I was dragged down the sidewalk by a strange group of men in a white van. Thankfully Evander and I happened to be around the same size. They aren't a perfect fit, but

She asked, showing off her pair of shoes one more time. Getting fed up, Anna sank into a chair beside hers. "Your shoes are lovely. I might have to wire you some cash to get one for me though, I love them." She replied, playing along. "Hmmm, that won't be possible, at least not this year. The queue for the shoe is actually much. They only produce on order and they have a specific number to produce each year. I just thought of something," June chuckled. "Do you know that I could be the only owner of this shoe in the whole of Yardstin?" She said laughing. "How shocking is that?"

I had picked the shoes when I heard a really nasty but familiar voice. “How much are those heels Jenna?” Oh my lucky stars indeed. I just had to run into one of Ashlyn's enemies. “Oh about a hundred ma'am.” “Oh really? Then I want them please.” Huh? I picked up the shoes and ignored the hag. She was one bitchy person I was not interested in mingling with. “Drop the shoes Ashlyn. I asked for them first.” Just my rotten luck, I had to run into Amber. “I picked them first, Amber and I intend on buying them. Pick something else or go to another store.”

Layla kept saying it over and over. Sienna looked into Layla's eyes. "The problem is not the quality of the shoes. This was not an accident. Someone did this intentionally." Layla did not understand. "What do you mean? What are you talking about?" Sienna bent over to pick up the shoe and handed it to Layla.

I said seriously and we both bursted into laughter He brought the picture and necklace from his briefcase and I collected the picture first. "This is a little girl, this is a man and this is a woman" I said after staring at it for a while "Really? How did you know that?" he asked looking at it closely ",If you look closely at this shoe, you will see it belongs to a girl and it's small. As for the other two, one is wearing a trouser and the other is wearing a gown. Her height says she's a woman" I concluded

Overwhelming. I decided to throw the shoes away. I walked to the dumpster behind the building at 2 AM, dropped them in, and went back to bed. The next morning, they were on my doorstep. Clean. Shining. Waiting. I called a friend. "Sarah, something strange is happening." She laughed. "You're imagining things. Maybe they're a gift from a secret admirer." "This isn't funny. They keep coming back." "Then wear them. Maybe they're lucky."

Something she cannot remove while she is driving. I smile as I take one of her shoes that is in the car. Nobody will suspect anything. I'll put it behind the brake pedal. If she is going to brake, the pedal is not going to work. This is a genius idea of mine. If she goes too fast and she dies, nobody can blame me for her death. Everybody will think it was an accident because her shoe got stuck behind the brake pedal. Besides, one does not leave shoes lying around in one's car. It can be very dangerous. I wedge it in good behind the brake pedal, and I smile as I walk away. I go and stand in the shadows as I watch her walk to her car.