Potter Clown Novels & Stories

Puppets with strings attach to them, the hand controlling them appears first the lower body is next, then the upper body. A gigantic joker appears in front of them with sinister laugh and wide sharp teeth. It is an ogre dressed in a clown outfits. The paint on its face is deep and drawn in a pattern that resembles that of a snake. Its nose is round and face is ugly. In his hands is a mallet. The biggest mallet Emily has ever seen. It bends to their eye level and grins. ' Did something call a joker?' It grins and stands straight with his mallet on the ground.

Granny Claire asked, her hand covering her mouth to stifle her laughter. "Initially, I thought he was a monster straight out of a movie. But when I realized he wasn't a hologram, I was sure he was a human." "Physically, he looked like Khal Drogo from Game of Thrones. But after he dressed up, he appeared more civilized, although the comparison would be something like The Beast from Beauty and The Beast," she continued, which was met with a nod from Granny Claire. "I thought if he got angry or went on a rampage, he would look more like Durotan in the Warcraft movie," the girl said, her forehead furrowing sharply.

My name is Paloma, the first child of my family. I am seventeen years today, I was born in scotswood, Newcastle in England where my parents lived, my parents had moved into the town out of Saint Peters, when father decided to establish his gin company, he had to leave Saint Peters due to some sought of indigenous crisis. This year is 1873, the age of gin and the shadow stories of love potions: people get so drunk that they won't even go to work. This is an age where at least one out of two parents is a drunker, almost every man is a drunk. So many a couple will be so be drunk that they will beat their children leaving them with fatal injuries without any reason to point to. Majority of a cl

“Is Grandmother about? You want to watch out for those teeth.” Gloria creased up and I realised I may have misjudged her. “He got you there, Potter,” she said. I spotted his name badge then. “Abel C Potter,” it read. “Is your middle name Clay?” I asked. And off she went again. It must be some kind of cosmic joke, because he didn’t strike me as either competent or manually dexterous. “Cornelius,” he admitted, fiddling with the blue pen in the top pocket of his otherwise pristine lab coat.

Otherwise i have to listen to many questions i don’t even know the answer of. “Shut up, you freaking like someone?” She asks again. I nod my head. “Oh my gosh I think I know who it is!” she says excitedly. “Its Toby isn’t it.?” “Toby Arnold, the guy who ate chalk in 6th grade.. The guy who licks his fingers when no one is looking. The one who confessed he liked me in front of my class by standing on the teachers table saying ‘I like ju Shummer’ Because he has huge braces on?” I ask. She nods.”No! shit, hes gross as hell. Even grosser than me.”

However, just when the game was about to end, my eyes caught a glimpse of something that made me stop. I noticed that Clark had a peculiar tattoo on his arm I believed was similar to what we found in Hunter Grey. Based on my quick observation, the tattoo was an intricate design of a demented clown, with elongated limbs and a twisted grin on its face. The colors used were vibrant yet grotesque, with shades of mustard yellow, deep red, and silky green. The clown's eyes were black and soulless as if they were staring right into your deepest fears. But the weirdness of the tattoo did not stop there. Around the clown's body were tiny, almost indiscernible symbols and lines that seemed to move and

He had dark and thick hair falling in loose waves around his face, giving him an evil look. "Fighting monkeys, means? Since when did monkeys start living around Dark Shadow Coven?" Pawn Clara asked, confused. Clara Jack was a Pawn of Dark Shadow Coven whose job was cleaning. She was the most special and beautiful maid there. Her long, curly hair cascaded down her back in a waterfall of golden locks, with bright blue eyes. She had a fire in her soul that refused to be extinguished, even in the face of the darkest magic. She spent her days cleaning the coven's chambers and preparing meals for the Moroi and Dhampirs who lived there, but her mind was always racing with ideas for how she could he

She stops as she faces the door, twists the knob, and enters as she is once again into the void surrounded by the torches, and in a moment, with the voice that asks. “You got the riddle, answer the question. He who is seeking, he that will be known, in this tea time, who is he?” Unto the ticking clock and the image that slowly appeared one by one, in front of her. She looks close, eager to answer, but is waiting for the image that will be beheld in front of her. It started with its whisker, down by the grin where a protruding tooth is too big to not be noticed. Ears that stand high and eyes that complete the face of the clown-like rabbit. It dances while sipping its tea, bows as it sees her

He extended our claws and lowered one finger down to the clown's face and he hooked a claw in his chin. Maddox yanked his head close to ours. "Listen here clown because this is your last warning - you're gonna brew up a batch of whatever you need to fix my friends and you're gonna do it no later than now!" Maddox growled. His tone even sent chills down my spine. The clown began to tremble with newfound terror as he watched the black swirl in our eyes. "But - I -" he tried to talk. "You know what's worse than being undead?"

"I'll take care of her." “But...” "Clarence, get out of here!" Later, I'll try to talk some sense into your head." I glared at him. He bounced his head and stood up. Before walking away, he gave Claudia one more look. When he was gone, I pulled the food tray to where I was and opened the bowl. My nostrils were flooded with the scent of plum pottage. It had chopped mutton and vegetable roots in it. I scooped some pottage and moved it to her mouth.