Comic Clown Novels & Stories

Don't I look pathetic? A tissue appeared right in front of me. I was silent for a few moments. The tissue owner is none other than someone wearing a clown costume. The clown face is wearing a colorful mask with a round nose. I chuckled as the clown danced while rubbing his bloated belly, maybe the size of his belly is the same size as 2 basketball. "Take this tissue from this handsome clown. You don't have to worry, I'm not a bad person." The clown wrote on the small blackboard he was carrying.

It's better for me to watch this clown act like an idiot than for me to bring up my failure. "Hey, Chloe." He calls me and I put on my best fake smile, the fake smile that can convince you that I like you. "Who's your favorite comedy actor?" My girls are looking at me and they look brainwashed. I turn to face Chris who has that genuine smile on his face, his smile looks more real than mine. I also don't know why he's asking this question, what does this have to do with our club? Sure we talk about movies and music but he's not supposed to know that, he just joined us. "Uh, Chris Rock?" I say and he snaps his finger.

"Oh, really? Then why do you keep responding to my provocations? Maybe you're the one interested in me." I laughed, shaking my head at his ridiculous claim. "In your dreams. Not everyone in the world is in love with you." "You're acting all high and mighty. If you're not interested, why do you keep bantering with me?" he questioned, a smug grin on his face. "It's simple. Entertainment. There's nothing funnier than you on this set," I replied, matching his smug grin. He laughed, drawing attention with the sound. "Really? I'm the funniest? You're the favorite clown of the staff and crew."

I must have drifted through a portal into another dimension and this clown is the ruler of this new land I am in. “Clown?” he says confusedly as he moves his arms around me. “You are a sexy clown, are you not? You have cotton candy hair, and your skin is like a coloring book! Do you have more markers for us to color the rest of you with, Mr. Clown?” “What…the…fuck?” I giggle as I get back up on my feet, making him stumble backward into the grass. I sit on top of him and give him another hug, which makes my entire body vibrate.

He looks up at me like a clown still fiddling his ear, and I can’t help smiling at the fool. “You are very talented, Nelson.” “Thank you, sir.” “I believe you will make a reasonable income as a clown.” His face falls. “Just when I thought you were complimenting.” “For what? For being an idiot or a clown.” He sighs and rolls his eyes. My driver arrives and I open the door. “I appreciate the time off, boss.” he says, bowing slightly. “Try not to look too desperate when you see her.” “Fool.” He bursts out laughing and walks away, but I call him back.

job, everybody is allowed to do the job they can do. A loud thud snaps me out of my thoughts. A body crashes on top of me and I shriek as I stumble backwards, falling hard. Laughter erupts, echoing around me. None of the students moved to help instead they just sat laughing and pointing at me…….great, I have become a clown for their amusement.

Each passing moment felt agonizingly slow, every sound outside heightening my anticipation. "You're such a clown," Hunter mocked from within my mind, his tone amused yet observant as we both awaited Vanessa’s arrival. "Describe a clown," I retorted, keeping my eyes fixed on the door where I knew Vanessa would soon walk through. "A comic entertainer, usually in a circus, wearing exaggerated makeup and a traditional costume," Hunter replied with a hint of sarcasm. "Am I wearing makeup or a costume?" I asked, entertaining his nonsense mainly to distract myself from the waiting. I knew she wouldn't be late—it was just ten minutes to nine.

The clown sang like he was taunting a child with a lollipop. My foot hit a step, the impact reverberating through my shoe and pinching my toes painfully. I winced but forced myself to continue walking. Dean was still watching me from downstairs. “You are a fucking coward, and you don’t scare me.” I whispered harshly into my phone, certain this was the blackmailer. They let out that clownish laugh again. “Meet me at Quiver’s garage, or I’ll call your biker and tell him exactly why you cannot marry him.” the clown laughed again. “I hope you like my gift.”

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.

He yells out, drawing everyones attention to us. "The chick is Claire," Claire answers him, matter-of-factly, and he snorts like a pig. "And what's your name?" "They call me Dr Clint," Clint answers her, giving a bogus nickname that none of us has ever given him. "I specialise in virginity removal." There's a roar of laughter behind him as some of the boys pat him on the back for his crude comment. "That's really gross," Claire says back to him, pulling a face of disgust and making me chuckle.