Comic Clown Novels & Stories

‘’You have got to be kidding me,’’ he said, making a face. “What better way to feel like a kid again and take our mind off things?’’ Aaron made a face. ‘’I hate clowns.’’ ‘’You hate them, I fear them but that’s not why we are here.’’ There was a knock on the window and when I looked, there was nothing at first then a clown popped up and I screamed on top of my lungs. Aaron began to laugh, and when I turned to him he was wiping his eyes. ‘’That was fucking brilliant. You should see your face.’’

It was the biggest clown on planet earth. Clement!

"Well since you are so genius and you've figured that I want to be left alone then why are you bothering me?" "Let's say, I don't like to see sad faces especially if that face is this beautiful." He winked again. "God... get your eyes checked. And you are what a clown who can't stand sad faces?" "I am not, but... I can be that for you." He said and dipped his index finger in a ketchup bowl and painted it on his nose as he started making weird faces. "Hello beautiful, my name is Mr. Laughter and I make people laugh." He said it in a childish tone.

It's pathetic! He dropped that bomb and strutted off before I could fire back. I could hardly believe my ears that such boneheaded words came from the man I have loved for years. His so-called 'cozy winter promos' were just a table with free cups of cheap black coffee and some giveaway gloves out front. The coffee often went cold, untouched, and those gloves ended up in the street bin. However, Seth, of course, thought they were pure gold. Somehow, I was the one cashing in on Lily's ideas!

The chill drenched into my bones, and I shivered. Zack stood at the entrance, his smile sardonic. He clapped his hands, and the maids got the message. They grabbed the snow off the ground and made snowballs. Then they hurled the snowballs at us. The snowballs exploded the moment they came in contact with our skin. The chill seeped in worse than ever. This was humiliating. It almost felt like I was a toy. I struggled and thrashed around. "Stop! They're Wendy's parents!"

He adjusted his shirt and smirked. "I popped my balloon because she's too confident for someone who looks like that. I mean, humility is attractive. You can't be built like a truck and act like a Ferrari." The crowd oohed and the men on the line chuckled quietly. "Coming from you that's so funny. What is it that you do again? Stand-up comedian? If not, you should try it. You're a natural clown. Next please." I flipped my hair again and followed the hostess.

I’d been so taken aback by Alex’s presence that I hadn’t been able to actually take a look at Jack’s two other friends. This man was drop dead gorgeous. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, a square jaw and a heartbreakingly beautiful smile. From the laugh lines on the sides of his eyes and mouth, I could tell that he laughed a lot and it was a very good look on him. I blinked again, and was taken aback by his abrupt laughter. “Clown Laura at your service,” I told him, deciding to make a joke out of my current situation. “And you are?” I mean, I had reasons to believe I was a clown. I’d barely said three words and he was already laughing his ass off like I’d put on an entire show for him. I didn’t

If it weren't for me, Andy wouldn't have to sleep in parks or contract such a terrible illness… But then again, why was Andy hanging out with them? Sunny then sent me another text: [Don't you want the truth? Check out this livestream and you'll understand.] I stared at the link I didn't recognize, but quickly tapped on it with a trembling finger before I knew it. [Welcome to the World of Pranks! Our current prankster is Andy Lawson, and his victim is Jane Smith!] There was a small line underneath: [One month left!]

I glanced up to see a man lounging against a stone balcony, legs crossed, wine glass in hand like he’d been watching this whole damn drama unfold with popcorn in one hand and a sniper rifle in the other. He was infuriatingly handsome. Sharp mouth. Smug eyes. Hair that looked both expensive and effortless. It looked like he had run his hand through his hair so many times, and yet it looked good. The kind of face that screamed: I’ve gotten away with everything, and I’ll probably keep getting away with it. I stared at him for one full beat. Then I said flatly, “And you must be the house clown.” He grinned. “Well, well. The infamous little arsonist. You actually exist.”

27th floor. Monster: a short clown. His mouth had been slit ear to ear, stuck in a permanent, twisted grin. I knew what he was—a kid with dwarfism, same as me. Tossed aside for being different. Desperate, he ended up in a circus. They made him a freak show act. To get more laughs, the scumbag ringmaster carved his mouth so he'd always be "smiling." Once he'd made his money, the kid broke his leg on the tightrope. Couldn't perform anymore. So they tossed him into the freezing night like trash.