Writing Prompt

tattered tennis shoes

that were once once gray

_once._

no scrubbing can fix it

pre-tied shoelaces

worn and worn and worn

but still wearing...

“The slippers are made of white pumps that were covered with red fabric, painted red soles, sequins colored a dark red to match, and bows made of stiff cotton and adorned with three kinds of beads and rhinestones.”

[National Museum of American History]

“So, tell me, Mr. Smarty-pants,” she chided, flaunting her flashing fiery ruby gaze, into his insipid, stupefied, quizzical face.

“Just how...

She has worn a lot of shoes in her life.

Converse are still a top contender, except for the comfort, bummer!

She loves light pink, bright cherry red & black best.

These cool shoes will always come back in style.

But,as far as comfort, fashion & real love ,her Doc Martens will always be her favorite.

No one has topped them yet!

She has their classic low black boot , she was practically born with...

Your vans carry more miles than most

Rocky paths didn’t hinder your walk

A message behind each lace you tied

A story so clear theres no need to talk

Joy filled days in perfectly set sun rays

Are a given due to the creases and damage

The hue of a muddy field settled on your wear

On what was once a fresh and clear canvas

I can tell you are one of the runners

A jaw left open, closed by a grey stick...

You let out a contented sigh as you slide

your foot into the soft familiar skin

of your faded black boots. The leather creaks

as you settle into the sole, shoelaces dancing

around themselves as you loop them tightly,

once, then twice, cradling your ankle

in their familiar clutch.

These are not the first black boots

you have bought. You replace them every

few years, whenever your lopsided gai...

The girl's shoes were a beat up pair of Converse, vibrant red velvet paired with black bows stitched into the perforation vents on each side. They were stained by blood and dirt around the outer sole. The bottoms soles were ripped and muddy, clearly beyond repair. The fine imprint had soil and gum deep in the corners and lines. The heel cap contained initials and lyrics written in smudged sharpie....

They were worn, the soles almost falling off and holes surrounding the sides. They were never ‘posh’ but life sure got ahold of them. Dirt lined the sides of them and several conspicuous bite marks in the side suggested a fight to the average eye. And they were right, in a certain point of view.

The laces were always untied, in some sort of spite. Or perhaps it’s the fact that the shoes are a...

Two worn leather workboots. Nothing remarkable exactly. They were nice enough for what they were, yet they possessed an air of oddity. Upon closer inspection, the toebox was quite broad in width, and, well, not very box-like. Each toe had its own compartment, as gloves do. It was somewhat discreetly crafted, as if the wearer did not want to attract notice, opting for a more quiet rebellion from th...

Her shoes were tall, shiny, black boots, covered in buckles. The white laces slithered their way to the top where they met in a sloppy bow. The white drawings on the toe were of broken hearts and sad song lyrics, many of which were faded or scuffed away from time. The soles of her shoes were thick, at least an inch or two, with a small heel, and appeared to have been white at some point but were n...

Three young men stood before me. They all desired to become my apprentices, but I only had room for one. I already had four other employees in my shop, and I could only take on one more. The only question left was how to choose the man I would take under my wing to become a cobbler.

“Come with me to the back room,” I ordered them. The boys followed me with wide eyes as they watched my other emplo...