Phantasm Carnival Novels & Stories

I came here to disappear, not to be seen. I walk to the fetish wheel and I hand over my tickets to a bored-looking carnie with stains on his fingers and step into the closest compartment. The metal bench is warm from the last rider’s body, the scent of cheap perfume and something musky lingering. The bar clanks shut behind me, and then, lift. Everything sways, the ground dropping away as the wheel groans into motion. I exhale, pressing my palms against the cool glass. From up here, the carnival looks almost beautiful. For a second, I can pretend I’m not me.

It grew louder and louder the closer we got. I leaned forward in my seat of the car, squinting my eyes to see where the music was coming from, my curiosity now bubbling up within me. “Umm, quick question. This carnival, it’s supposed to be different, right?” Veronica smirked, her eyes glinting in the light. “Oh, it’s nothing you’ve ever seen before. This isn’t just a carnival; it’s The Carnival.” I nodded, and just then, as the music grew louder, we rounded a bend in the fancy road, the headlights illuminating a large, ornate signboard:

It had a sort of gothic vibe to it, like something out of Phantom of the Opera. "Maybe it's a travelling circus or something?" Thomas asked, and went onto his phone to G****e the name. And that was indeed the case. It seemed to be a real circus, although not well-known, and they had both animals and acrobats, and a side tent featuring different carnival games - even an old-fashioned freak show. The website listed upcoming dates, and they would only be in town for one night. Tomorrow. "They set all of their stuff up for a single show? That's pretty ballsy," Tyler said.

"That's a soul carriage. Just wait and watch. The Phantom Patrols are about to wreck his day. I wonder who's inside that thing." A butcher who'd been hacking away at human legs with his cleaver stopped mid-chop. A whole crowd of spirits was drifting over, some trying to look casual about it. They definitely weren't missing out on a good show, especially when it was some fearless living soul trying to challenge the Netherrealm's rules. With any luck, that man might even become their meal. After all, today was the Ghost City Festival. The hanged spirit was already drooling. As expected, Landon radiated the energy of a living soul when he stepped off the soul carriage. He looked so clean and fl

Harbor City's Midtown Plaza had sealed off a quarter of their parking lot and invited a cheesy carnival to come and steal money from the residents of the city in the guise of entertainment. Crazy lights, loud, obnoxious music, and barkers calling out to everyone who passed by, enticing them to come lose their money on a game of chance. Trace thought it was perfect for a date with Giselle. He hoped to win her one of those giant stuffed animals that boyfriends lug around the carnival in order to impress the girl who didn't really need impressing. Yet, he needed to impress Giselle. He may never get another chance with a girl again. Not with his luck, that is. Or his lifestyle.

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

Salvatore has a low ponytail, and Terzo has half a ponytail that he's tied back with pale-pink fucking pom-poms. My brothers seem to sense I'm watching them, and their eyes automatically start scanning the nightclub. I make myself very small and lower my head as Wini drags me to the bar. Merda. Merda. Merda. I see Alvize appear and guide them down the corridor to the casino. Please, Madonna, you who watch over us from above, make sure they stay there all evening and leave without even thinking of coming out onto the dance floor. Vincenzo can't come and dance, but I'm not so sure about Terzo and Salvatore. Cazzo, especially Terzo, is capable of showing up and staying until closing time if the

"Oh, my God, so many things. After this, they have an Ultimate Sail Away Party on the Lido Deck. Then we can check out the room, unpack, and maybe rest up a little bit before dinner at one of the buffets." "You don't want to eat in the main dining room tonight, Mama? It's your birthday. You should be eating somewhere better than a buffet." "No, thanks. There's Hasbro, The Game Show at 8:00. Then I want to hit up Bingo at 9:15, followed by the Welcome Abroad Show at 10:15, and finally, the comedy show at 11:30. If we're still up for it, we can hit up the casino. The slots are calling my name!"

There is a summer carnival going on with rides and games, along with food stands and street merchants. Tons of people are walking the streets, having a good time. Regardless of the two men following us, me Jace and Elise are having the time of our lives. It’s like Jace and I are getting a second chance at being young high schoolers once again. We blend in so well with them, that for one day we can pretend that we don’t have a care in the world.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.