Writing Friday #4: Narrative: Fictional

Writing Friday #4: Narrative: Fictional
The Shoe, the Shoemaker, and the Golden Foot

Prologue

This is a story about a enchanted shoe that belonged to an extremely magical and cruel foot. The foot belonged to a man known as Nike, and was the most sweet-smelling and athletic foot of all time. However, this foot was not any old foot; this foot was the, "Golden Foot." The shoe to fit this foot was perfectly made. It was covered in white leather, and the backside had intricate designs that were skillfully crafted. On the bottom of the shoe were shock absorbers, which would propel you multiple feet into the air. This was definitely not the average shoe either.

The Shoe, the Shoemaker, and the Golden Foot

A tree house. This is where this story begins. The grey shoemaker had always created plain leather shoes; that was until one faithful day. On a bright, autumn day, the old shoemaker was leisurely strolling home to his tree house. There he found a package on the door, with a letter on it which read, "Dear Shoemaker. Here I encase this amazing ingredient to making the perfect shoe. I know you will use it well." No name. The shoemaker slowly ripped through the neatly packaged box to reveal the softest, shiniest, and most flexible leather he had ever seen. He knew what he would have to do. Quickly setting to work, the shoemaker soon began crafting what would be known as the best shoe of all time. Almost the day after the shoes had been crafted, a very intriguing customer arrived at the door. The thing that was so interesting about the man that came in was his feet. Instead of having normal feet, this man's bare feet boasted a luminous color of gold. He introduced himself as Nike. Menacingly smiling, the man said, "Old man, I would like to bargain for those shoes of yours. How about this, in exchange for your shoes, I will let you keep your life." As he said this, his feet grew to an immense size, sprouting golden spikes along his toes. Frightened, the weak and frail shoemaker gave the shoes to the man, stating that leather was not something giving up his life on. Laughing harshly, Nike penetrated through the shoemaker's heart with his spiked foot. He never planned on keeping the old fool alive in the first place. Nike's feet soon returned to a normal size, and he put the shoes on. As the shoes tied themselves, Nike ran, vanishing out the door.
Nike was the fastest man in the world, running at a top speed of 120 MPH. When he wanted shoes, he demanded the best. Even when Nike was jogging, the best shoes would become ripped from the fast impact. These shoes that he had just bought were special. No matter where Nike ran, be it the mountains, the desert, or the jungle, the shoes stayed spotless and unflawed. "These are going to be keepers," Nike thought to himself. He got them customized so they would have the logo, “Nike,” on the side. He added gel in the heels, and put the most comfortable material in the the inside. He then put them onto his golden foot and never took them off again. At least, that's what everyone thought.
The shoes, who barely had any idea what was going on, felt happy. All they knew were that they were being used. After a long day of running, they were taken off and put under Nike’s bed. They soon found out about their user from some of the other shoes there. They talked about different materials for shoes, different wearers, and many other things. They also told the shoe about how Nike rips up his shoes when he runs. Also, they heard about Nike’s magic socks that teleport him anywhere he wants. The next day, Nike got out of bed and put his shoes back on. He went outside and played basketball for a little while. The shoes soon found out how fun it was to play sports. He took many jump shots so it felt like the shoes were flying through the air. The shoe all of a sudden remembered about Nike’s cruel habits. Deciding it would be best to run for it, the shoes stole away on one of Nike’s jump shots and slipped off his feet, hopping off into the world.
The shoes gradually found their way to FedEx Field, the home of the Redskins. They started to play football. They were tried on by Clinton Portis, Santana Moss, Antwaan Randle El, and Fred Smoot. They took so much use that they were the happiest shoes in the world. The only thing shoes were afraid of was if they ripped. Other than that, they would want to be used as much as possible. Shortly after football, they found themselves in the middle of a lacrosse championship. Then, they walked on the red carpet. They did not know how all of this was happening. They finally realized that when they jumped off of Nike’s feet, the socks came out also. In other words, the shoes had been traveling around through the centuries and were now in the possession of a boy known as Marcus Leanos.