Work Boots Lyrics Novels & Stories

I don’t see him behind me anymore, smiling to myself, I think I’m sly. Then the spike of these goddess-forsaken shoes betrayed me. I stumbled to the ground, skidding my skin across the hard forest floor. I hiss out in pain but make quick work to get these damn boots off. Throwing them aside and hopping back up, I’m whipped back to the ground in a single second.

Boots firm. Spine aligned. Eyes forward. Not running. Not hiding. Not chasing. Just walking. Fully aware of the weight she carries. And fully capable of carrying it.

A few times, my wolf threatened to come forth, but I was in better control of it. I got a pair of Jogging boots from last night's shopping. Before now, I jogged on my ten toes, surely obscure, but when I saw humans run just as I did one on the side of the street, or on the bridge over a river, they did put that on. I found the design fascinating so I got mine, a pair of black boots.

Thump. The vibration traveled up through the soles of my boots, rattling my teeth in their sockets. Dust danced on the dark rocks. We froze. Muscles locked. Breath held. "Walkers," Barzil hissed. The word was a curse. He shoved us into the shadows of a collapsed turbine, his grip bruising my arm. High above, on the ridge of the ravine, a nightmare crested the horizon.

I always loved these boots because they are flat heeled but still just as sexy and have seen a fight or two in their day. “You’re stunning babe, let’s go. Stephan and Henry said they are going with us.” “Well this should be fun,” I said walking down the stairs. Reaching the bottom of the stairs I saw Henry and Stephan waiting on us. “Who’s driving?” Henry asked.

“You look nice.” I glanced down at myself, “Thanks, it’s what was available in the few clothes Mike bought.” I picked up the slightly wet boots and wore them, albeit feeling the cold wetness in my feet. Leah saw me and approached me – crouching down. “Hold your feet up.” “What? Why?” I asked. “Do you really want to wear wet boots and let people hear squishing sounds as you walk?” She looked up at me with her brow raised.

The stairs didn’t just rattle under the weight of the boots; they hummed with a low, heavy vibration that went straight through the soles of Elias’s shoes and settled in his shins. It was a rhythmic, industrial thud that felt less like men marching and more like a massive piston driving deep into the mud under the pier.

Then, he offered it to me. I smiled. "Liam, I'm not a kid anymore. You don't have to fuss over me like this." He said softly, "When you're with me, you can be as spoiled as you were when we were kids." I froze for a moment before lowering my head and accepting the spoonful he offered. After a while, I said, "I want to start working again. I can't spend the rest of my life depending on someone else." Liam paused before smiling. "That makes sense. You were always the smartest one out of all of us back in school. I'm sure you'll be just as capable at work."

I could see a tall, large building with people walking to and fro in it. “Woww! What is this place?” I gasped. “Looks like some kind of work place.” Rhea muttered from behind. “Wait a minute, are we going to pretend like there isn't someone, or something in that boot with us.” She had a grave look. I gulped as we both turned back to face the boot simultaneously. “Let's check what's inside.” I managed to say. We took careful steps towards the both, and placed our hands on the boot.

He observed the boots given to him with a wide grin of happiness on his face, he could not suppress his joy. The color of the multi-purpose boot’s surface was blue, while the edges and sole gleamed with a unique silver color. The special logo of the Sea Angels Alliance was branded at its right corner. He wanted to shout in joy, but he reluctantly suppressed his impulse again as he did not want to act like a country bumpkin. He finally got one of the gadgets that he had been dreaming of for the past few years, without paying a dime. “Hard work pays off.” He muttered with a blissful expression on his face.