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 Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 5:13 pm
'Ello. This here is a competition. You must write either a short story with the term "Random Shoes" in it, or alternatively, just write "random shoes" and nothing else.
The winning story shall be the story that wins.
Note: There are no prizes. However, if you post here and vote, you'll make at least small amounts of gold. And I won't have to pay anything!
Hot Damn!
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 4:31 pm
Random Shoes. A Story To Follow.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 9:26 am
Where's the gorram story, Dragon? Where?
Looks like Travis III wins his own damn competition. Again.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 8:27 am
No one was home while I sat upon the couch. [I'm not suppose to do that]. I sat there watching a tennis match on the TV, the ball going back and forth across the flickering screen. Such a pointless sport. You and I both know there is something far better to do with tennis balls: fetch. So, I'm sitting there, when a delicious aroma whaffs past my nose. I jump off the couch in hot pursuit.
Past the kitchen, to the foyer the smell came from a jacket on the floor. I riffle through it, but the source of the smell is elusive. I sit back to think. The jacket belongs to big girl. She keeps it in her closet most of the time.
Up the stairs, and down the hall to the big girl's room. The door is mostly closed, so I scratch at it and whimper a little before it creaks open. Picking my way through mounds of clothes, piles of CD's and other assorted junk, I made my way to the open closet. Yes, the smell was definantly stronger.
I pawed throught the stuff piled on the closet floor, digging into it with wild abandon. I ignored the things that flew past: clothes, random shoes, an old teddy bear, something lacy. Then I found IT. My search was over, I had found . . .
A Cookie!
A snatched it greedily as big girl entered the room behind me.
"Lulu! Get out of my room! You made a mess! Stupid dog!" I didn't even wait for her to finish her tirade, I grabbed the cookie and ran. Down in the dining room, I finally enjoyed my crunchy prize.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2008 11:48 pm
Well done, ashleymj!
You've won the contest!
Three cheers for...whatever your name was!
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 11:27 pm
I wear random shoes everyday (in my dreams). Yesterday I wore a dead cat....and hey, what do you know? I'm wearing the same thing to day. DAMN YOU RANDOM RANDOM SHOE PICKER THAT PICKS RANDOM SHOES!!!!!
I think I found the brains!!!
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 4:48 pm
One day Mr. Green and I were at the mall. Stupid mall, I hate it there, but he loves it. Passing a shoe store, he says "lets get me some shoes". I stare at him in disbelief. He doesn't even have any feet! WTF? "Mr. Green, you don't have feet you stupid green ball. You can't just buy any random shoe without feet". He starts crying and throwing a major hissi fit right there in the mall. I look around and see all the people staring at us. Trying to calm him down was just making things worse. "OK" I tell him, I'll get you some shoes. I"m such a sucker. He picks out a red pump with 6" spiked heals, rolls inside of it and falls asleep. I let out a deep sigh, grab an Orange Julius and high tail it out of there, with Mr. Green sleeping peacefully in his new shoe.
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