2016 Clown Attacks Novels & Stories

Julian continued carefully. "What?" I asked, already dreading the answer. Julian pulled out his phone and showed me the screen. News articles, dozens of them, all with photos from last night. "Designer Attacked at Showcase" "Acid Attack at Fashion Event" "Claire Cross Targeted in Violent Assault" I scrolled through them, my stomach sinking with each headline, some had photos of the man being dragged away by police, others showed Julian throwing his jacket to the ground, the fabric clearly damaged.

Clara said quietly. That was when I realized that Clara was still talking. “The attacks came fast,” she continued. “Rogues, men that Oris planted, people outside town. They wanted to ruin us. I learnt some of them were people who escaped from the war.” “How did you survive?” I asked. “We fought back,” Alora’s laugh was dry. “We couldn’t let them. Some of them tried to rape our ladies.” Clara choked on her tea. “Mom stabbed one,” Hera puffed her chest proudly.

Before coming here he'd been a New York City police officer. Jimmy was handpicked to head a special task force assigned to track a serial killer the papers had dubbed The Clown Killer. The first three victims were clowns, and after that, each body was found dressed as a clown. The departments had been making strides and were getting closer to a suspect. He was sure it would only be a matter of days. Everything was pointing to a woman, although most serial killers had been men.

Oh, a crazy clown? "You bastard! how dare you call me a clown? A crazy one!" I said. "why? Ain’t you crazy?" He said and I threw a pillow at him and he dodged…..let’s act then. "Ahhh….aaahhh….Leon…my Tommy hurts….aaahhh." He ran down to me…. . . . ......

With the paper in Effie's hands is a list of the food serving at the party, the giveaways, fun games, and activities; Logan even ordered a princess palace jumper for the kids to play in. Also, no clowns. The last time there was a clown was during Leo's birthday. Seth almost went psycho on him. We had to pay extra for the damages that were caused to the clown. "Anyways, the signs are easy to notice. Don should notice, but now." "Do you think he knows?" "Well, he hasn't said anything. But the others haven't noticed except for Seth." I groan. "How the bloody hell does he know?" Effie shrugs.

I said and they immediately hauled him out of the venue while he was still screaming and trying to wriggle out of the hands of the security. I then turned to the clown and my kids. Zia and ZG was hiding behind the clowns legs and all I could do is feel sorry for them, especially ZG. He has been telling me for months and I didn’t believe him. I still can’t believe he did that, and on his birthday too. “Are you okay?“ I asked my son but he completely ignored me and walked away with Zia towards the play area, the other kids followed them, leaving me with the beat up clown.

Today, it had dissolved into a chaotic, multi-table snowball war. "Look at them," Leo said, stepping up beside me with a camera slung around his neck. "Forty tech millionaires and legacy heirs throwing frozen chunks of ice at each other like they’re back in middle school. Nature is healing." I let out a soft laugh, the first genuine smile touching my lips in forty-eight hours. "Where's Clara?" "Hiding behind the ice sculpture pavilion," Leo chuckled, pointing his lens toward the left flank. "She claimed a snowball ruined her cashmere earmuffs, so she’s currently trying to get Dominic to sue the caterer's son."

“She walked into a food market in Istanbul three years ago wearing a suicide vest. Thirteen people killed. Fifty injured.” Abby stared at the carnage. Max pushed the third photograph into her hands, of a beautiful blonde holding a camera while backpacking. Sparkling eyes stood out on a tanned face as she laughed at whoever took the shot. “Clara Jensen. She was Danish and targeted the Three Kings Parade, a religious festival in Madrid.”

When he wanted to torment the human population, he tended to do it on other people's land so that the branch of the police and the feds would investigate the other pack territories instead of his own. “We assumed that the attacks were done by them, but we were wrong. Clifford had always been cocky, but he never attacked close to the cities. He usually sticks to the fringe and torments humans who would not be missed, like the homeless or prostitutes. But, last week, they attacked a few campers in the Northern forest. Fortunately, there were no casualties or infected bites. They will recover.” Ruben frowned, it wasn't like Clifford. He didn't go any further than he had to. He avoided risking h

I don't know how he was expecting me to react, but I wasn't going to fall for this. As I watched the old man raise a finger at me, a memory flashed into my head. I remembered when I was just five years old and my school had to go to the circus for an escortion. We had a wonderful time there, but no one expected what would happen next. A clown showed up. Standing some metres from me, he made a quick scream that made everyone's heart skip a beat. He stared at me as though I was a demon and began running. The other kids, seeing this, were so afraid that they had to run away from me. The teachers seemed to have fallen for this as well and ran away from me. I was so afraid and frustrated that I c