Buggy The Clown Novels & Stories

“I really want to win the prize so much. Why don't you help me, Miss old-fashioned?” “Help you? I don't understand. How do you want me to help you out? There's obviously nothing I can do” Valerie snapped. With that, Audrey shook her head negatively. “You can help me, Miss old-fashioned. This afternoon by 2pm there is the clown competition. Why don't you accompany me to the kiddie's playground?” “What? But we didn't get permission from your daddy. That's risky, he's going to be mad at me” Valerie shook her head in disagreement, and Audrey's face countenance changed.

My whole body is shaking and it's impressive that I can still moved. "I'll savored every inch of your skin, beautiful" the one who's wearing an white t-shirt said and do a lip biting. My eyes widened out of shocked when I felt the cold wall behind me. I'm already cornered! "There's no way out now, woman" they said while laughing. Please someone! Help! "You can't do anything now, woman" "We'll eat you—" suddenly the man who's wearing a white t-shirt words cut. "As if you can" I smiled when I saw the clown head successfully killed the man who's wearing a white t-shirt and kick the other one causing him to fly away from the tree.

I stood there at the entrance of the venue carrying Zia, but not a sign of him. I’m seriously getting worried and ZG have been asking me about the clown every five minutes and I don’t know what to tell him. My mom didn’t give me and contact information for the clown, so I decided to call her. Her phone kept on ringing but she wasn’t picking up her phone. I then felt a tap on my shoulder and when I turned around the clown wearing a bright blue and yellow outfit with red hair and red nose was behind me. “Oh. You gave me a scared there. You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that.” I said to him and he just clasped his hands together like he was asking for forgiveness.

She blurted out frowning. "No but..." I said and paused wondering. "I think it's funny." I uttered. I can't believe this that the people I even call my friends are the one making me a clown instead of advising me on what to do." Clara said aside. "Hang On miss, in case you are forgetting we are in the same class and we were given the same project as yours so who would abandon her project and start giving you advise or tutorials everyone cling to your self I am still cracking my brain here." Joan chipped in defiantly and everyone giggled.

he replied as he slipped his hands into his pockets. I let out a bitter laugh. “I don’t think you understand what you have done” I said. “Then explain it to me.” “No one has ever crossed Leon and he doesn’t let things go. If he doesn’t get to you today, he will definitely try again tomorrow” Jaxton slipped his hands out of his pocket and smiled. “Then maybe it’s about time he met his match. The bell rings and the moment is interrupted. Students have started entering the classrooms, I let out a small bye as I quickly go to my sit.

She wore a name-tag that said 'Tee-Hee'. "Listen.." Milo began. "I'm really sorry about your popcorn machine, okay? But it wasn't me who did it. It was my asshole friend. I wouldn't damage your property like that." The clown tilted her head. "Well, someone's gotta pay for it.." she said in a voice that had a subtle Southern twang. "And you ruined our performance." Milo stared at her. "What..? No, that wasn't me either." The clown called Tee-Hee looked at him with a confused expression. "I thought I heard someone screaming out about clown pussy?"

“Turkey is fresh, and it’s time to rub it in so much butter that everyone should be a little concerned.” My dad continued regaling Lora with a story about a particularly pointed letter to the editor he’d gotten published while she got everything out needed for the turkey. Lora elbowed her with a meaningful look, but she just shook her head. This wasn’t the time she wanted to get into everything. she needed to retreat from her emotions to keep everything in place. That was the only way she was going to get through this.

But again not to worry, I always go to my best friend’s house Missy Clown to complain about my terrible job. Missy and I have been friends since we were four. I met her in kindergarten. She was the only person I trust outside of home. Her parents call her bare, our class mates used to call her miss clown, but I call her MC. I am not really comfortable with the whole clown thing so I have never called her with her full name. She, just like my mother, supported me to follow my dream, but I didn’t. MC has a younger brother who she claims she hates but I assure you she loves him more than life its self. His name is Noah Clown. He is a bit of trouble maker but is big in heart. Their parents got d

I leaned down to him, I looked down and for the first time noticing the huge tent in his trousers , i felt so disgusted and humiliated My hands shook badly as I opened the flyer of his zip... His free cock suddenly sprang out and slapped against my cheeks, he must have found it funny because the corners of his lips quirked My eyes widened in sheer horror , it was so huge, thick and very rigid ,angry veins ran from the edge to the tip, the tip was glistening with some slimy liquid...

She turned and pointed towards the massive concrete sarcophagus of Reactor 4, looming in the distance like a tombstone for the world. "Under the stone," she whispered. "But the Clown is waiting." "The Clown?" Ben asked, finally rebooting his suit. "Please tell me it's not a Pennywise situation." The girl faded. She didn't walk away; she just became transparent, then dissolved into mist, leaving only the faint scent of ozone and burnt sugar. "Great," Jack stood up. "Ghost kids giving directions. This is definitely not Kansas." "The Clown," Catherine mused. "There was a mascot... for the park. 'Misha the Bear'. But maybe the radiation twisted it into something else."