Comic Clown Novels & Stories

My cheeks flamed red in mortification at how he looked standing there giggling like a maniac with an egg plant constructed dick. "Drop that." I whispered before someone else saw him and covered my face in embarrassment. "I swear some men are larger than this." He laughed at his own joke and I looked around wishing the ground will open up. "What if someone sees you doing that?" I asked trying to drag the egg plant from him but he wasn't having it. He was doing the Micheal Jackson dance now , swinging his fake dick left and right and I couldn't help but laugh. Oh God. Where did I know this clown from?

he said a bit too loudly, and a group of older women sitting near them shot him a disgusted look before whispering among each other about what an asshole he was. "Send in the clowns!" the ringmaster suddenly yelled, and the crowd cheered, although a few people visibly recoiled as well. Clowns were not exactly as popular nowadays as they perhaps once had been, which was probably a good thing. Four of them entered the ring, and instantly engaged in comedic acts with both the crowd and each other. The show had all the classic elements, from balloon animals to pie-throwing and simple pranks. None of them said anything, instead simply expressing themselves with exaggerated gestures and mimes. The

But the clown seemed to have no sense of satisfaction. He continued to thrust his sword at the helpless corpse. It destroys the entire contents of the internal organs. The blood that came out soaked the red shoes and flooded the floor. Satisfied with what he did, the clown threw down his sword and smiled. Stacy was still asleep with the blanket covering her. Apparently the cold was still able to penetrate the skin which was only covered by a thin blanket without clothes. He changed his sleeping position facing Mark who was both not wearing clothes. He turned around and hugged his lover. Hoping to get some warmth for tonight. Of course, he rarely gets this, considering he lives with h

I stood up to him at once. "Oooh, being feisty now, are we?" He cooed in mockery and began walking towards me. "Is the Uren princess trying to prove that she is not a wimp anymore?" He added with a smug smirk. "You seem to have forgotten your experience in the cafeteria, Clownie. Don't push me, princess, you don't want to know what more I'm capable of" I knew he was just pulling my legs, probably to get a reaction from me and which would definitely land me in trouble.

My body suddenly jerked as I busted out in laughter. My hand gripped my chest, stopping myself from choking. I knew Brooks was funny, but I never knew he was this much of a clown. He almost made me believe his shit. Almost!! And trust me when I said he was a real clown, because why was he also laughing. He fucking joined me in laughing. He knew he had just told me the joke of the century. “Did you change profession?” My laughter faded into the air.

Chris Jnr’s lips curled slyly, “Even idiots.” Adrian snorted “Especially idiots.” This little devil was too much to his liking. Neil coughed to hide his laugh. “The madman’s too stupid to figure out why he is nothing more than a clown.” Chris Jnr continued, his tone and expression serious, “If we don’t spell it out for him, he will keep showing up like an unpaid actor in a play no one invited him to.” “Hymph!” Little treasure hmphed. The protest was immediate, louder this time.

"Look at this little bitch, she purposely chose to put on her makeup today when there are a lot of young men around. All she has in her dumb head is seducing men." The crowd erupted in laughter. I became the most visible clown in the crowd.

Now I can see their faces. Three of them entered, two of them looked like clowns because of the heavy make-up on their faces and one looked like a manang and looked like he couldn't break dishes. Maybe it just commands this manang look. His fashion style is amazing, he is still working in a fashion designing. Oh, well I don't care. "G-Good morning, Ms. Sofia," greeted the woman shyly. "Good morning," I greeted him but it seemed like there was no life. I saw a clown elbow a manang woman.

“Now, what can this mere slave be in service with the lord and clown?” He sarcastically utter, playing insults to JK, yet JK will never as he never did take the silly game it deems about his silly tricks. Smirking as he wanted to end this misery, the fact that the clown he claims JK is holding the only person he ever cares so much in the neck is what keeping him inbound to its will as he needs to do its bidding to have ‘her’. “Well, well, well.”

“Excuse you, I earn mine through emotional labor keeping you two from working yourselves to death.” “And hey, that’s a lifestyle choice, not a crime.” “Oh right,” I said, “The clown thinks he deserves a paycheck for telling us bad jokes.” “Correction,” he said, waving his slice like a wand at the both of us. “I tell great jokes that you two are too goddamn serious to appreciate.” Nolan laughed, shaking his head. “You mean those jokes that will make us question our sanity?” Cassian pointed at him. “You see? That’s the problem with you workaholics.”