Phantasm Carnival Novels & Stories

After dinner, Lisa and I were unpacking our stuffs and arguing about some celebrity gossip when Aunt Gigi knocked and came into the room holding a bottle of red wine. “There’s a carnival starting down town, my bad knee doesn’t let me hang out as usual but you youngsters can join in on the fun.” She told us, leaning against the door. Lisa looked at me and I shrugged. I didn’t mind having a little fun, actually, I needed it. “Great! We’ll get ready!” The carnival looked a lot fun than I hoped. It held along a street of an old Corinthian building. Some old ladies in red saris blew clouds of colors into the air. Some guys danced around shirtless, some girls in white short dresses. The music was

“So, what else do you have up your sleeve?” He chuckles softly, pulling me closer. “We’re almost there. Just one last fun thing to round up the night.” After a few minutes, we round a corner and come to an old-fashioned carnival tucked between two buildings. Strings of coloured lights glow overhead, and the scent of fresh popcorn and caramel fills the air. There’s a small Ferris wheel, a few carnival games, and a scattering of families with children. It feels wonderfully out of place, like it exists in a time of its own.

Isabella, please call on your mother the Goddess to meet us at the kingdom of the dark. "Brother call on father to meet us same place." "Ariel call on the ghost kingdom." "I will call on the spirits of victory and whispering spirits." Mum squatted her head bent downwards and her tears wetting the floor. After each of them called on who they were told to call Chris called on his mum and whispered something in her ear which made her smile and at the same time frown. "Let's go Chris" whispered and they vanished. They arrived at the kingdom of the dark to see that everywhere has been cleaned up, it was pleasing to the eye.

“If you could, would you go back to The Hive?” “Yes, only to find one person. There has only been one person in this world who gave me a run for my money. It’s not as important to me anymore, but for a long time all I wanted to do is find the person.” Pausing he rubbed a hand against his jaw. “They call him Phantom.” A laugh left his mouth without any humor, “And people call me Ghost. The irony with the names is not lost on me.” I took a long sip of wine. Not sure how to respond. “It does seem quite clever.”

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t

It looks like she heard what I said earlier, so I don't have to repeat what I said earlier. Lia suddenly speaks, "Possess," "Possess?" I asked. "Yes, they're possessed by the Phantoms, " said Lia. Phantoms are souls who are restless because they still have work to do or have not completed it. "But who? Who are the phantoms that possess us? And of all the people, why us?" Raven asked while frowning. "I also don't know. Maybe Caro and Cara mia? That's what they called each other, " said Brent.

My name was Mandy Cox, and I was a die-hard fangirl. I wanted a celebrity to notice me, so I dressed for attention. I wore heavy makeup and made sure nothing about me went unnoticed. My low-cut top revealed a wide stretch of skin, and my chest bounced with every step. I paired it with a mini skirt that barely covered my thighs and sexy white stockings which hugged my legs. But when I arrived, reality hit. The concert venue was packed so tightly I couldn't move, and the crowd swallowed me whole. The celebrity was never going to notice me.

POV - GIOVANNI CARSON There was no doubt that we were toxic, foolish and naïve. Blinded by the mere thought of an everlasting tension. And it sucks when you know that you need to let go, but you can't because you're still waiting for the impossible to happen. I sat there, watching people dance to the erotic music, The lights constantly changed color illuminating the room with bright neon colors. blue. red. pink. purple. Each time the colors changed, so did my thoughts.

“Trust me. We’ll have a blast.” By mid-morning, we were stepping onto the worn cobblestones of the place where the fair was set up. It was one of those travelling fairs that went from town to town, with shoddy-looking rides and overpriced games that were impossible to win. But the sun was shining, Carl was excited, and the scent of popcorn and spun sugar filled the air. Carnival music blasted from speakers, and the Ferris wheel spun lazily against the blue sky.. Carl grabbed my hand, tugging me toward the bumper cars. “Come on!” he yelled as we followed along.

At the sides of these lanes were paths to move but in front of them had different stalls of a uniform white and yellow color that either sold refreshments, held carnival games, magic tricks, puppet shows, or other amusing shows. White and yellow confetti soared in the air and the excitement of everyone here had contracted the kids as well. ‘I think it’s the other way around.’ I loved the music that was playing; it was like a mix of hip-hop and the old classical wolf music that we adored centuries ago. “Alright pups, keep your hats on and stay on the lane. If you get lost, we won’t be able to find you for three days.” “What?” Hilda asked, a terrified look popping up on her face.