Mini continued story thread

Kizzume · Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 4:12 am Post subject: Mini continued story thread

There was a lady who had really big feet. She looked all over town to try to find a store that carried her shoe size, but alas, no such store transpired. Eventually she ran across a building that looked like a shack with a big sign on it made out of old doors that read "shoes". She thought she couldn't go wrong--nowhere else had any that fit either. When she got inside, she found that the area where it looked like the shoes would be, she found a spiral staircase leading downward instead. This stairway kept going, but it was kind-of eerie because there were dim yellow lights about every 20 feet down the stairs. It seemed like these stairs were going to go forever, and she started to think about how long it would take to get back up them. Suddenly she heard a loud screeching sound, and the stairs flipped downward and turned the stairway into a giant spiral slide. It seemed like she had slid down 20 floors.

At the bottom of the stairs, it seemed like she was in a very large place. Looking in front of her into mostly darkness, she saw a bluish light in the distance, pointed right at a sign, it read.....

archangelm · Joined: 07 Dec 2007 Posts: 49 Location: Ohio

The lady couldn't believe what she read on the sign. It read, "for weary travelers, here you may find shoes of all shapes and sizes." Looking past the sign, the lady gasped in awe as the large room lit up, exposing what seemed like an endless series of corridors, all lined with shelves containing shoe boxes. Each aisle had its own, unique aesthetic design. Here, was an aisle of dark, carved wood and intricate wood carvings adorning the shelves. Dimly lit, it contained leather footwear. There, another aisle was decked out in green foliage, housing rows upon rows of wooden clogs. And there another, sporting ghastly plastic shelves that looked as though they had been made from recycled material. Here were vinyl, plastic and even rubber footwear. At each aisle, there was a small brass plaque attached to the end, like library plates. The lady cautiously approached one, and read the words on the engraved metal.

It read, "just because you find the perfect pair, doesn't mean it's the right one."

Kizzume · Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 7:04 pm Post subject:

She became very excited at this prospect, knowing she wouldn't have to get her shoes specially made for her.

She liked all the shoes they had in the place, but there was an area that had the most eerie feeling to it. It was almost as if it was lit up by a light source that wasn't there. All the shoes down this isle had a different kind of feeling to them--they were made out of a material that she hadn't recognized--it didn't seem synthetic, but she just couldn't put her finger on it.

When she finally tried on the shoe that looked perfect, the one with laces that looked really dainty and lacey in a way she hadn't seen before, it fit perfect as well. Everything was fine until she put on the other shoe: The laces had disappeared and the shoes had begun to get tighter. She panicked and started frantically trying to remove the shoes, but to no avail. She screamed in pain as her feet were crushed into the shoes......

And then suddenly she stopped screaming and when she looked at her feet, she realized that the shoe WAS her foot. The terror that went through her head was quite different now. Not only was she in a place she didn't know whether she could ever escape, but her feet had become a pair of shoes. It occurred to her that the payment for the shoes might come out of..................

archangelm · Joined: 07 Dec 2007 Posts: 49 Location: Ohio

The lady stared at her feet, which had now become one with the shoes she had tried on. It was impossible to tell where her feet ended and the footwear began. Why didn't she heed the warning on the brass plate? Frantically, she tried to think about what she could do. As the lady grew ever more panicked, a man appeared at her side. He was indeterminably old, with a bald head and white eyebrows that were impossibly long and bushy. He was dressed like an early Twentieth Century tailor, like someone from out of the 1900s. Sensing his presence, the lady turned her head. To say that she was startled would have been an understatement. Between her feet melding into the strange shoes and the stranger, it was too much, and she screamed.

Wincing, the old man spoke, his voice like chalk on a blackboard.

"Young woman, there's no need to do that," he said. I can hear perfectly well."

"Who-who are you," asked the lady.

"I'm the proprietor of this shoppe," was his reply. "And I see you didn't heed the warning plates."