Comic Clown Novels & Stories

I can’t believe I called my one and only crush a wall! You piece of poop. Summer you should go and see the doctor. Oh.. I know, you should go home and eat your moms cake and play call of duty.. Yeah, that will help me for sure. Gahh!! if only I kept my freaking mouth shut, none of this would have happened but no.. Ms. clumsy here is one stupid person who can’t control her stupid mouth of hers.

Joel might not even let her. A man offered to sing a song and everyone cheered at him. He was handed a guitar and he began to play it, while singing along. Olivia bites her inner cheeks to stop herself from laughing because the man was singing off key and the guitar he's playing, doesn't even align with his song. He's just acting like a clown . After what seemed like forever, the man finally stopped singing and walked back to his seat. Another person was requested to step out and sing a song and not long, a manly voice said out loud.

Tall, dark and ugly over there. “What’s so funny princess” he asked me. It was then I realized that I was just standing in the ring laughing by myself. I must look like a crackhead. “First of all, do not call me princess. I am a queen. Second, I am funny, so I tend to do that from time to time” I responded, toying with him a little “A stand-up comedian aye. Well, I think the circus is that way. You’re in the wrong place…princess”.

he warned me and I scowled. I ignored Clark's warning because it was mundane if I did not seize this golden opportunity. That was the purpose of me being a clown. Besides, it would be fun seeing Clark's reaction when I would do something extraordinary. But, I didn't know what extraordinary I had to do. So, I finally decided on doing a somersault as the entry act and cartwheel as the exit act which was lame as compared to what I earlier thought- riding on a lion.

panted the ragged man with satisification. “What! What! No. No,” said Juniper, shaking her head. The ragged man turned around and looked at the clown. With Juniper in his arms he said, “I will take my payment as promise.” “As promise.” Juniper’s eyes widened as indeed the clown’s voice sounded like a woman but deeper. “Is it a man or a woman,” she thought. The clown vanished into thin air leaving behind a joker’s card.

The clown holds a small microphone, and beside him is a stereo system, clearly set up for a performance. What the actual fuck? The sight is so utterly bizarre that for a moment, I feel rooted to the spot, disbelief etched into every line of my face. The clown catches sight of me and, with a flourish of his hand, hits a button on the stereo. Music fills the air, a lively tune that seems to command attention from everyone in the vicinity. To make matters worse, the clown starts to sing, his voice loud and clear, carrying over the music. The song is ridiculous, filled with over-the-top declarations of affection, and it becomes painfully apparent that this is Sarah's doing—a public spectacle des

“Do you know just how many branches of the Capital Gang are in Flutwell? Do you know how many fighters are in each of those branches? “You understand nothing yet want to destroy the Capital Gang? “What a joke! “Keep on dreaming!” The beautiful women were laughing their stomachs off. They were enjoying the show too much! This was all too exciting! They did not think they would be able to see a clown performing right before their eyes! Ai Kamino pulled out a thin and long cigar before lighting it up.

They were gathered playing cards around a table with countless villains around, tables full of villains, some drunk and others smoking. Between these tables they were drinking, while there were others playing pool, and in their case, playing cards, smoking, and drinking. - I had a plan. - Said the clown around the table. – But it failed. - Said. Hands on either side of Joker's shoulders, reaching down and looking up at him, with a smile full of sharp teeth, thick-fingered hands, and pointed nails. Everyone gasped when they saw the man appear. - I propose a deal between us, gentlemen. - Said a man with the face of a red lion, he was tall, with a goatee, sideburns, and eyes as red as blood.

He was such a joy to talk with. “Geodie, how about you? How’s it going with Travis? Any progress? Is he still your crush?” His thick eyebrows jerked as he made a big grin. Nothing ever changed. He was still the clown I always knew. Loose, unironed uniform. Big shoes. Untucked inner shirt. He was still the same old Clarens that didn’t give a fuck about how he looked.

Aiden heatedly glares at me whilst sulking all the while. Wiping my eyes, I try to get a grip on myself and stop laughing. “And just so you know, a clown is a very respectable profession.” Aiden huffs, crossing his arms. “I’m sure it is.” I cheekily reply, earning another glare from him. I tug at his arm but he refuses to look at me. “Aww, come on ! “ I plead with him but then realize he won’t reconcile with me so easily. “I’ll tell you something embarrassing about me.”