Comic Clown Novels & Stories

“Oh no, you’re too funny.” “For you, I’ll always be a circus clown,” the unseen man said. The voice sounded familiar, maybe too familiar, as I struggled to remember who it belonged to. It sounded like one that I was used to hearing, but I pondered hard and still couldn’t place it. “Stop being funny. How could you be a clown?” “That’s not the point. The point is that I’m willing to do anything and everything for you,” he said intensely, and I could feel the eye contact. The only funny thing was that there was a voice and an image.

I laugh at the comment and I reply amused “This morning I ask when you came back, I think he misses you…” he finished mockingly, he laughs and whispers “well it's time to give him what he wants... I'm back and I'm eager to play...” he gets up from the chair and approaches the door once there I stop him “Claus…” he turns to see me expectantly “don't trust yourself...” he laughs and answers sure “never…” * Chameleon: a person capable of impersonating many others depending on the requirements that are asked of him in a certain job.

I stood there at the entrance of the venue carrying Zia, but not a sign of him. I’m seriously getting worried and ZG have been asking me about the clown every five minutes and I don’t know what to tell him. My mom didn’t give me and contact information for the clown, so I decided to call her. Her phone kept on ringing but she wasn’t picking up her phone. I then felt a tap on my shoulder and when I turned around the clown wearing a bright blue and yellow outfit with red hair and red nose was behind me. “Oh. You gave me a scared there. You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that.” I said to him and he just clasped his hands together like he was asking for forgiveness.

How would they even know about Dracula? Alistair let out a laugh. ’’Trust me, the truth will shock you.’’ "Would you like a balloon?" A clown asked, walking over to where they sat. October nodded at the clown with blue hair and a red suit on. She was glad when he came over, because she saw the amazing art that he had made for everyone else and wanted one as well. “A butterfly please?" She asked him. The clown got to blowing and tying the balloons. “Here you go, one pretty butterfly, for a beautiful girl."

Elliot observed and said, "Alpha Cliff, this is Kendrick. He looks like a short guy, nothing special." Cliff frowned and asked, "Does he look familiar to you?" "Looks like... a stranger. I've never seen him before. No one in L.A. has ever heard of this guy," Elliot replied. Hearing this, Cliff left Elliot and strode toward the center of the stage. Elliot was too late to stop him and called out in astonishment, "Alpha Cliff!" Cliff pushed through the crowd, his eyes fixed on the clown in the center of the stage.

We used a variety of torture techniques in the imperial palace while interrogating prisoners. The clowns couldn’t scare me. Taking one step back, I asked, “Where is Crystal?” “Do you mean this boy’s mother?” The pink- masked clown glanced at the sleeping boy in my arms and said, “Although I didn’t witness her death, the she-wolves who encounter Lee usually meet a bad end.” Then she swept her eyes over me and asked, “Are you three a family? That’s interesting. We have never featured a family performance before.” The red-masked clown became excited when he heard this. “That’s a brilliant idea. Maybe we will be able to garner more sympathy from the audience.”

The tables decorated with white tablecloths were at that moment full of people, all laughing and eating what Margarita had prepared for them. I watched my children play with the clowns who entertained them by painting their faces and giving them some sweets, only to turn around and go to the kitchen for a drink. "Excuse me” I bumped into someone, who immediately gave me a huge chill. I turned around to see who I had bumped into, and it was a clown. I looked at her from behind, and I swore I had seen her somewhere. “Stop talking crazy Helen, where would you know a clown?” I told myself while she kept pouring some wine into my glass.

Joe followed Vanessa into the changing room. He released a groan from his mouth as he had already pictured himself in the clowns uniform and found it to be insulting. “It would never suit me” he commented. It took a while for Joe to change into a clown's costume. By the time he was done, the kids had already arrived and were preparing to begin the games soon. He eventually concluded that the clowns uniform can be a source of promotion for the company, as the children admire this.

Apparently, laughing to his threat threw both men off-guard. “What is that supposed to mean?” Kozlova asked, trying so hard to hide his hurt at being laughed at, but I saw through his charade. The fucking bastard still hasn’t learnt to guard his emotions properly. “To think that a crowd like this would even pay attention to a clown like you, much more believing you is absurd. Look here, man, if you try as move a muscle towards that stage, you will be out of this place before you can even blink your eyes,” I told him, hoping that it would be enough to stop him from causing me more ruins.

The laugh became too much, they ran out of the place hurriedly. “Badass” I murmured, laughing loudly. “That was hell of a comedy, who is gonna go next!” Atlene mouthed, everyone laughed, No one agreed to participate in the food competition after the comedy Annabel and Luke displayed. “Let's move to the Next game which is spotlight, imma gonna explain, I know some of you didn't graduate from college” Atlene uttered, Everyone burst out laughing so loud. He is a clown, this guy is so funny.