Writing Prompt

_(Hope you have a great day and happy pride!)_

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“She is wearing those pride Converse.”

“The white ones with the, like, rainbows?”

“Yeah!”

“But, then why does it look like she is just wearing those plain white Converse with black?”

“It looks like she used sharpie or something to cover up the rainbow parts. Why do you think she’d do that?”

“I dunno, unsupportive friends or family? Maybe?”

“Maybe....

They wear black converse. Moths, whom used to be shiny, lay plastered as the pattern all over the shoe. The shoe strings are white, unlike the rest the shoe. The printed words and pattern are fading, becoming harder to see. Song lyrics written on the sides of the shoe wherever possible. The handwriting varies from three people, friends. On the top toes of both shoes, drawing sit. Libra, Cancer, Le...

Pep

In her step,

Her shoes bright,

Shining in the light.

Neon colors

Like pink,

Green, and blue,

Mixed with almost

Every other hue.

These shoes

Aren’t just shoes,

They’re her one-of-a-kind

Neon cowgirl boots!

She wears them when

She rides her horses,

They’re almost as flashy

As her boots!

She’s a flashy cowgirl

At heart,

Her shoes,

A work of art!...

He smiled proudly as he held up his shoes. These shoes had his last few weeks engraved on them. Although the color was faded now you could tell that it was once a brillant bright orange. The boisterous sneaker color was a flagrant contrast to his personality yet it matched his commitment to run 100 miles in a month. The tread was barely visible. The dirt, grass and various traces of nature were p...

Velvet unicorns danced on leather rainbows. The stitched stars decorate the cloth sky. Sticker cats and dogs, half-ripped trot across the shoe. The soles are pink, barbie signs are imprinted. Leather bows jump on the rainbows, stickers, and soles. Worn out from years of use, the shoe sits alone....

Mary Jane

Shiney

Black

Scuff-less

Spotless

Small

Flat

They click whe she walks, almost like a tap shoe. They’ve seen many puddles.

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Author’s Note: I hate this. I’m tired....

Black converse

White laces

Beads strung on

little doodles cover the sole

Fishnets rise above them

Dirt scuffs

And stains

Well worn

Well loved

Smell kinda bad

Size 8 womens

Wide

5 bucks hidden in the toe

Hole in the inside

Name written on the tag

Cool shoes

Lost in found

In the hospital morgue...

I like to people watch. Ever since retirement it's become a pastime. I sit on the bench at the train station, watching everyone board in the morning.

A woman walks by, clacking as she goes. Black heels, a gold detail. She was walking quite fast in them too. The shoes looked well-polished, but I could tell that they had had their fair share of use. She must try to keep them nice. They seemed unco...

She’s got high tops. Bright red. So they don’t match everything she wears, and they’re not especially bright anymore. They’re a bit dirty from running on the wrong side of town. The left toe has a heart drawn on it in sharpie from where she was bored in English class last semester. Mr. Frugelli growled out questions about Shakespeare like he wasn’t the most over rated author on their reading list....

Those shoes embodied that mysterious pristineness of a clear alpine lake at night. Black leather, not a crease in sight and so meticulously taken care of, you could smell the fresh shoe polish. You could see your reflection on them, but if you did, that would be the last thing you saw. The only detail conspicuously revealing their reality was a tiny dark splash of dried crimson....