Comic Clown Novels & Stories

I can't– I just can't with this friend of mine. "Your jokes are all lame. Even an infant won't find it funny." I said and they all laughed at what I have said. Well, it is the truth. "Who would laugh at a joke saying 'are you a clown? 'Cause you're just a clown'?" I asked. " It looks like someone is stunned because of the smile for his love of his life." Mr. Kirke was teasing Mr. Disero. I was curious to know who it was but ended up not to ask since it was none of my business.

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.”

Lifting her head again, Jian Tong blinked, the corners of her mouth stretching wider and wider, revealing a row of gleaming white teeth, accentuated by the exaggerated clown's bright red lips, making her smile seem extremely ludicrous. "Hahaha... so amusing!" The young man burst into loud laughter, calling out to others beside him. "Hey! Look at her, doesn't she look like a fool?" The heavy clown makeup concealed Jian Tong's forced smile. Cheers erupted around her as those young lords clapped and cheered, saying, "This is fun! Here, the money is yours." At this moment, Jian Tong didn't know whether to feel happy or sad. "Pick it up? I said it's for you. Don't want it?"

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.

She said, fleeing out of the room. •••••••• I had almost finished picking my stuff off the floor when I heard the sound of a clap. It was slow and quiet. I looked up to see the clown who was mocking me at this dire moment, but when I saw his face, my heart stopped. “Welldone, Miss Drama Queen. You did great.” He jeered.

He had Success strapped to him with a blue wrapper, as he made dozens of funny faces that did nothing to abate her tears. “What are you doing?” I asked in disbelief. He looked at me with a smirk. “I’m playing daddy, what else?” A soft smile touched my lips and expanded as I watched him try to soothe Success. Oh, my baby wasn’t making it easy for the man. “Don’t you dare laugh.” He grumbled. I waved my hands frantically in front of me. This was too good. Antonio belonged in a comedy room and not right here with me. He was beyond hilarious. An African clown. It looked so good and completely strange at that moment.

Kayla squealed when she was done with his make up. I turned the chair to face the mirror and that was it to make me laugh. His facial expression was priceless. He had to bat his long colored lashes to be sure he was seeing the right thing. "I present to you" kayla started "Princess Dillie of Pinkland!" "My hair!" He screamed "My pretty face!" "Yeah, we just made it a million times prettier" "Aren't you adorable" I said pinching his pink covered cheeks. "You're as cute as a fat clown"

- He said. - In short, a power of insults and perverts. - He said. - That's a perverted power. - He said. - Naked person. - Tsuki looked, - No one would have clothes on for the next 12 hours. - He said. - It makes anyone who was really hit by the goo of the green monster, if in the case of a clown for a week, he doesn't make someone laugh, during that period, that he has covered by the green goo, he dies, of the effect. - He said.

I laugh till my leg slipped resulting in my poor butt landing on the floor, he glance back as he also burst out laughing at me. I grunted before managing to stand up in some little little pains, I hissed angrily starring at the laughing clown. “Damn your teeth are so dirty, I wanna puke seeing you laugh with it.” I said to him shutting him up. He looks so defeated he quickly turn and walk away gently, good for him.

“The poor guy just wants somebody to smell his flower.” The clown perked up immediately. Kael bent down. His nose went right into the center. You could practically see him preparing for the water. His eyes closed. His shoulders tensed. The flower squirted. Unfortunately for Kael, it wasn’t water. The smell hit instantly. Rotten eggs. Pure concentrated death. Kael jumped backward so fast he nearly fell over. A long string of curses exploded from his mouth. The clown doubled over laughing. Then he bowed dramatically as if he’d just completed the greatest performance in history.