Corky The Clown Novels & Stories

[The Beginning....] 3 YEARS AGO Klara (PoV) NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS 20:30PM "Get away from me!" "NO!" "I don't want to dance with you!" I keep saying to these really annoying drunk guys who won't leave. "Hey Foxy Mama, You smell kinda pretty. Wanna smell me? Hoo-hah!" Says one of the guys, pretending to be Johnny Bravo. "No! Leave me alone" I say pushing him off

When then, Tsuky Miki was stunned, seconds and a half to two minutes of stun, what followed whether it was too late, too late, or not, happened one after the other. Joker lost his smile, Tsuky Miki choked turned his face towards the ceiling and spit blood, choking would be the least, he spat, regurgitated and towards the clown who had his face covered in blood, Tsuky Miki staggered back, went at that moment between the near loss of consciousness.

"Speaking of an eighth, how's the Coke hangover, little man? Wait, you don't have those, because your pathetic addicted ass never stops." The laughter that erupted from Luke was dark and menacing, a sonic embodiment of his twisted nature. "And how would you know that, Clay? You seem to know so much about Coke, big boy." Clay's eyes flicked toward me for a second, and I caught a fleeting glimpse of concern. Or perhaps regret?

The clown bounced with every step as if he had springs attached to his feet. Ryker happened to be walking past. The clown immediately intercepted him. Without a word, he held out a flower. Ryker frowned immediately. The clown wiggled the flower closer. Curiosity got the better of him. He leaned forward and sniffed. Water exploded from the flower directly into his face. Not a small squirt. Not a harmless splash. A full-on soaking. Ryker stumbled backward while dripping from head to toe. The clown immediately clapped his hands together proudly. I nearly collapsed laughing. “This can’t be real,” I managed.

And of course, I am one of the godmothers. After buying gifts for him, my tummy growl. I headed to one of the famous fast foods. I don’t like to eat a social class restaurant now. I am busy digging my food when my eyes reached two people. They are holding each other hand and smiling. It was Kurt and Dessery the clown. Her make up is so thick, just like her face. I irritatingly look back at my food. Maybe I should really try the quote in the café earlier. Let go of the pass and be happy. I really need to do that.

[Cordelia] Clark knocked on the door of our studio the next morning, a tray of coffee in his right hand, a bag of donuts in his left, and a huge, goofy smile across his face. “Good Morning, Cordy,” he chirps. “Ready to start your day?” Apparently, he is one of those annoying morning people. “Why are you here?” I groan, ignoring his laughter as he follows me inside.

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.

I motioned to move on to Feryt but then Clord took over the situation. “Hi. I’m Clord Ambrose Wilmington and I think you’re a very beautiful specimen.” He started to say. Feryt and I turned to look at each other. “It’s nice to meet you.” Clord said and stretched his hand to Anika for which she hesitantly took. They shook hands during which Clord smiled like a clown before pulling away and staring erect. I don’t think he realized how stupid he looked right now. “So, I’m Clord and I’m the Fists of this team.” He started another line now, evidently a lie to impress Anika. “You can call me whenever—”

She was trying to hold her laughter because she knew he was about to say something very funny. "Why are you asking, and why do you want to know if he is single? Do you also have any single friend, Lily? I am genuinely asking" He lifted his eyebrows and opened his eyes. His facial expression was funnier than his words. Lucas is a clown. His long black and grey hair fell all over his face which made it even hotter. He had a tattoo on the right side of his neck, his chest, and his left hand.

Cardin I requested for Lucy but this clown showed up instead of her, and that alone irked me up "what the fuck are you doing? I don't remember requesting for your services" "Sorry sir, but you see, Lucy can't climb the stairs so I offered to bring it myself" Can't climb the stairs? Is she still in pains? I turned to the guy who is fumbling with the shot glass "what is your name?" "Jasper sir" "So Jasper, how did you know she couldn't climb the stairs?"