The Sole Facts (ha ha ha, get it? Okay, I know it was corny!)
Note To Reader: It is suggested you only read this story if you are easily amused and/or have an extremely (and I mean EXTREMLY) twisted sense of humor. I know Julia and Spike are totally OOC, sorry, but the stories wouldn't be the same if the weren't! Don't hate me! -A Dedicate Worshiper of Spike's Fabulous Shoes-
Since people started to wear shoes there have been two conflicting sides of the story, the shoe's side, and the wearer's side. The shoe's side normally contains fate, destiny, magic, while the wearer's side normally includes money, beaten-up shoes, and a cold winter. Well, here are the two sides of the story; you decided which is correct.
The Shoe's Side The whispers echoed through the closed room, allowing the shoes to only catch words like, "magic," "destiny," "sturdy," and "incomparable". The two men grasped hands and nodded in agreement. "These shoes will serve you well. They are special and have been awaiting a deserving owner for years. I promise they will remain faithful and never turn on you. They are magical shoes and I promise you will never regret owning them." The green- haired man nodded and examined each one carefully. "We have a deal," he uttered, while not removing the lit cigarette from his mouth. He gently ran a finger down the side of one shoe and felt the magical energy it was radiating. The man with two different colored eyes picked up the box. I feel I am getting the better deal, even if it will cost me most of last week's bounty. And so, the shoes and the new owner marched out with a destiny of wonderful things awaiting them.
Spike's Side The bell hanging on the door rang as they entered the shop. It appeared as though the man known as Spike had relented and was allowing a beautiful, blonde, young woman to pull him into a shoe store. "My shoe's are fine Julia, really." She pulled off her glove with her teeth and ruffled his forest-hued hair. "You are so cute when you're stubborn. You just don't wanna pay for new shoes, even though you do need them." "You're right, I don't, can we leave already?" She placed her hands on her hips and glared. He sighed. "Fine, I surrender." She ran down the aisle of shoes and plucked some boxes off the shelf. "Do you like any of them?" She squealed with delight. "Too black, too girlie, too orange, too, just, no," He rattled off as he found a flaw with each pair. "Ahh, now these," He held up a pair of boots that glistened in the light. "These look as though they're sturdy enough for me." "Well, go buy them silly." "Julia, I really don't need new-" "NOW!" she ordered. He walked up to the countered and purchased the boots that would forever be known as "Spike's Shoes".
I would like to point out that these two sides of the story tell different tales, but to determine which one is real is near impossible, so, you decide the story of "Spike's Shoes".
I'd love to know what you think of the story of "Spike's Shoes"! Flame me or compliment me, I don't care, I just wanna know what you, the public, thinks of my screwed up little story -A Dedicated Worshiper of Spike's Fabulous Shoes-
Note To Reader: It is suggested you only read this story if you are easily amused and/or have an extremely (and I mean EXTREMLY) twisted sense of humor. I know Julia and Spike are totally OOC, sorry, but the stories wouldn't be the same if the weren't! Don't hate me! -A Dedicate Worshiper of Spike's Fabulous Shoes-
Since people started to wear shoes there have been two conflicting sides of the story, the shoe's side, and the wearer's side. The shoe's side normally contains fate, destiny, magic, while the wearer's side normally includes money, beaten-up shoes, and a cold winter. Well, here are the two sides of the story; you decided which is correct.
The Shoe's Side The whispers echoed through the closed room, allowing the shoes to only catch words like, "magic," "destiny," "sturdy," and "incomparable". The two men grasped hands and nodded in agreement. "These shoes will serve you well. They are special and have been awaiting a deserving owner for years. I promise they will remain faithful and never turn on you. They are magical shoes and I promise you will never regret owning them." The green- haired man nodded and examined each one carefully. "We have a deal," he uttered, while not removing the lit cigarette from his mouth. He gently ran a finger down the side of one shoe and felt the magical energy it was radiating. The man with two different colored eyes picked up the box. I feel I am getting the better deal, even if it will cost me most of last week's bounty. And so, the shoes and the new owner marched out with a destiny of wonderful things awaiting them.
Spike's Side The bell hanging on the door rang as they entered the shop. It appeared as though the man known as Spike had relented and was allowing a beautiful, blonde, young woman to pull him into a shoe store. "My shoe's are fine Julia, really." She pulled off her glove with her teeth and ruffled his forest-hued hair. "You are so cute when you're stubborn. You just don't wanna pay for new shoes, even though you do need them." "You're right, I don't, can we leave already?" She placed her hands on her hips and glared. He sighed. "Fine, I surrender." She ran down the aisle of shoes and plucked some boxes off the shelf. "Do you like any of them?" She squealed with delight. "Too black, too girlie, too orange, too, just, no," He rattled off as he found a flaw with each pair. "Ahh, now these," He held up a pair of boots that glistened in the light. "These look as though they're sturdy enough for me." "Well, go buy them silly." "Julia, I really don't need new-" "NOW!" she ordered. He walked up to the countered and purchased the boots that would forever be known as "Spike's Shoes".
I would like to point out that these two sides of the story tell different tales, but to determine which one is real is near impossible, so, you decide the story of "Spike's Shoes".
I'd love to know what you think of the story of "Spike's Shoes"! Flame me or compliment me, I don't care, I just wanna know what you, the public, thinks of my screwed up little story -A Dedicated Worshiper of Spike's Fabulous Shoes-