Auguste Clown Novels & Stories

The elder didn’t answer, merely gesturing for his attendants to begin cataloging the last of the items. Knowing the outcome was final, Augustine walked out of the room without a fight. But as he reached the garden path, his legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground. “How pathetic.” A cold, ancient voice cut through the air. Augustine struggled to lift his head and saw the Progenitor of the Salinger Clan standing in the moonlight, leaning on his scepter. “Look at the state of you. You’re a disgrace to our clan!” The Progenitor strode closer and swung his scepter, striking Augustine hard on the shoulder.

Deadrei hears these echoing words coming from nowhere, she knew who it was. In a split second, a portal pops up five steps behind her. There was a loud startling rattle of sparks like lightning and thunder from a brewing storm. Deadrei stood up and turns around, there was an opening being formed in the air like a crack in the space. Augustus makes his way out from this opening, wearing his black cult cloak. She could smell that ancient stench coming from him. His presence was horrifying as if Deadrei is looking at death itself. "I assume you have realized the fact that you cannot escape from me anymore, you will just become exhausted, not even a single chance of success," Augustus smirks at

Otherwise i have to listen to many questions i don’t even know the answer of. “Shut up, you freaking like someone?” She asks again. I nod my head. “Oh my gosh I think I know who it is!” she says excitedly. “Its Toby isn’t it.?” “Toby Arnold, the guy who ate chalk in 6th grade.. The guy who licks his fingers when no one is looking. The one who confessed he liked me in front of my class by standing on the teachers table saying ‘I like ju Shummer’ Because he has huge braces on?” I ask. She nods.”No! shit, hes gross as hell. Even grosser than me.”

His behavior might have seemed perfectly normal, but a monstrous rage had taken hold of him. The two employees were giving each other shoulder blows for the privilege of cashing in on this stranger of surreal beauty. But their disappointment was great when he merely greeted them while a blood servant rushed to settle the bill for him. The man had stayed behind in the corner of the room and waited for his master to finish his coffee. Augustine took a quick step toward the elven portal. It was urgent now. He snapped his fingers once, and two people in the crowd immediately turned their heads toward him.

Augustus was the one man in south Texas who could usually keep him in scale, and he built on his advantage whenever he could. He started many a day by pitching Call a hot biscuit and remarking point-blank, “You know, Call, you ain’t really no giant.” A simple heart like Pea could never understand such behavior. It gave Augustus a laugh sometimes to consider that Call could hoodwink a man nearly twice his size, getting Pea to confuse the inner with the outer man. But of course Call

Ignoring Lucy's clear reluctance, he teased her, "Your friend's a real worrywart, huh? It's just a friendly visit, nothing to sweat over." However, Lucy's guard went up even more. That guy had to be up to something, and she dropped all pretenses of politeness. "I'm busy, sir!" Augustus feigned a troubled look, though inside, he was doing a victory dance. Maintaining his composure, he said, "If you're occupied, perhaps another occasion would be suitable. Could you provide your contact information so that we can connect later?"

he explained. He helped her get out, leading her to the car. Inside it was an old man with grey hair, his eyes were startling blue, it surprised Sage and she didn't like looking into them. He smiled when he saw her, revealing a set of unusually white and clean dentures especially for his age. “Welcome” he told her, "Take a seat” he added. She did as he asked, unable to hold eye contact. The clown leaned in closer, "Make sure you take her carefully. You know exactly where and what” he stood back up, his eyes on Sage. "This is goodbye Sage” he said.

Frank Crawford had grabbed Augus’s shoulder, fury burning in his eyes. “Let go of me, you fool,” Augus hissed, struggling to shrug him off. “You’re escaping,” Frank growled, his voice thick with suspicion. “Bring my Claudia back to me.” Augus looked at Frank with a mixture of irritation and disgust, his lip curling in distain. “You make me want to vomit, scum.” He kicked at Frank’s leg, and Frank collapsed, but he gripped Augus’s ankle the moment he hit the ground, still holding him in place.

“My name is Chuka and you were right about my relationship with father Mokam.” “Now may I know why you maintained a brooding posture like the ‘Thinker’s statue’ of Auguste Rodin? I mean, you’ve been like this for hours and I observed” “You wanna know?” I asked.

She frowned and asked, “Who are you? Why did you capture us?” Clown smiled and said, “Because I am your future husband! Oh, let me introduce myself, my name is Quincy Zoppins, my alias is Clown.”