Work Boots Lyrics Novels & Stories

She was right, but I didn’t want to admit that. “Just do what I said,” I replied through clenched teeth. “That’s it.” A few minutes later, the warriors returned with a pair of boots. They looked small, just the way I asked. I bent down and helped Seraya wear them. Her foot slipped in easily showing that the boots were still a bit big but they were manageable. At least they would protect her feet from the rough ground in the woods. I stood up straight and turned to the warriors.

I gently squeezed the shaft in my hand, staring directly at him and watching his reaction. I could see him contemplating. I didn’t want to give him the chance to change his mind. I raised up on my toes and kissed him, inviting him to touch me in any way he wanted. He accepted my invitation, his mouth once again dominating mine. His tongue plunged inside my mouth, sweeping across my tongue and teeth as his fingers worked the button of my jeans. I felt them being pushed down my hips. My damn work boots were going to make things very difficult. I squirmed, trying to squeeze my feet out of the damn things, to no avail. “Boots,” I mumbled against his mouth.

I slow Marshmallow to a stop and climb down to the ground. The mud, still wet from the downpour that lasted most of the night, squishes below my cowgirl boots. The bad thing about these boots is that they have no tread and tend to be slippery. So I walk gingerly over to where the hat is floating around like a boat in the mud puddle. Langston’s steps suck into the mud as he comes up behind me. “You didn’t have to get down,” I say. “I’ve got it covered.”

Heaven didn’t bleed; it cracked like fine china under the weight of my obsidian boots. I walked through the Bone-Coral grove, the heels of my right boot clicking against the silver soil while my left stone leg dragged with a heavy, rhythmic thud. The sound was a desecration. In this world of perfect loops and rendered peace, I was a walking glitch. I was the dirt beneath their fingernails, the ash in their sterile lungs. Ga-chi. Ga-chi.

damn he fly" I pimp to the beat Walking down the street in my new Lafreak Yeah, this is how I roll animal print, pants outta control It's Redfoo with the big afro And like Bruce Leroy I got the glow, yeah Girl, look at that body Girl, look at that body Girl, look at that body ( I-I-I work out)"

He screams out in pain the whole time but there’s just no other way of doing it. “We’re so sorry Mr. Clutterbuck, we’re trying not to hurt you.” I doubt my words make any difference but still, I feel the need to say them. “It’s ok boy, a bit of pain is good for the body.” I love his enthusiasm and I’m grateful for it because things are about to get a lot more painful for him. We count to three then use all the strength we have left to get him up off the ground and back up the hill. The ground is wet and slippery and only getting worse by the minute and I’m insanely grateful that I have my farm boots on, any other shoes would make this task impossible.

“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?”

And for that, I am silently, immeasurably thankful. I wiggle my toes inside my boots as soon as he’s done, testing the fit. The simple act feels grounding, like a final check before stepping into a world that no longer feels entirely my own. Then, with a deep breath, I push myself to my feet, the slight bounce in my step more forced than natural. This is it. Time to face reality. Time to shatter the last remnants of my false hope. And lucky for me, I have the perfect scapegoat for the occasion.

"Shift once while wearing them and bye bye boots." I give him a small shoulder push to get him moving. Once he's settled, I twist around, bringing my legs up, and begin pulling on the leather. I can tell as soon as my feet slide home that they fit perfectly. "They don't look any different than the military boots I gave you." "Sacrilege." I run my fingers over the leather. "These babies have PVC air-cushioned soles. They're indestructible." King whistles. "One emergency Shadow Warrior shift and you'll discover you shouldn't be too excited about footwear, and when that happens, no footwear is indestructible."

My voice was no longer completely human, my wolf’s overlaying with my own. They looked even more terrified as I walked over towards them. Grabbing them by the collars, I slammed their heads together, letting them fall like ragdolls. I didn’t really want to deal with human trash any longer. I glanced at the floor where they all lay, most of them unconscious. Time to get out of here… I made sure to step on a few of their family jewels with my so-called ‘goldmine boots’ before I walked away. The two who weren’t completely out of it shrieked in pain, sounding like little girls and drawing a smirk to cross my lips.