Puppet Clowns Novels & Stories

He yells out, drawing everyones attention to us. "The chick is Claire," Claire answers him, matter-of-factly, and he snorts like a pig. "And what's your name?" "They call me Dr Clint," Clint answers her, giving a bogus nickname that none of us has ever given him. "I specialise in virginity removal." There's a roar of laughter behind him as some of the boys pat him on the back for his crude comment. "That's really gross," Claire says back to him, pulling a face of disgust and making me chuckle.

While presiding over a transnational meeting, I received a distressing call from my daughter's kindergarten teacher. "Mrs. Payton, a kid drew a massive clown on Anna's face during nap time! No matter how much I try to wash it off, it won't come off!" I immediately rushed to the kindergarten. My daughter, Anna Payton, was sobbing at the door. Her usually fair and tender face was now red and swollen. The clown drawing on it was particularly eye-catching.

Food stalls sizzled and steamed, kids ran wild with laughter, couples leaned into each other like the world had paused just for them. And me? I was practically bouncing. “Oh my God—look there—no wait, THERE—Clair, there’s a puppet show, and games, and—oh my God is that tarot reading?” I pointed in three different directions at once, nearly spinning in place. Clair just stood there for a second, watching me. Really watching me. Then she crossed her arms slowly, one eyebrow lifting. “SOMEONE is really excited.” I turned to her with zero shame.

Two huge men stood outside, built like brick walls to discourage anyone from asking questions. I counted at least four armed men in the first thirty seconds. My heart hit against my ribs. "We aren't getting in through the front," Ren whispered. "We are," I said. "Just not the way they expect." I'd pulled the club's staff records at 3 a.m. I knew the manager's name and the shift structure. Tuesday was a skeleton crew night. We walked up to the side entrance—the manager's door—with as much alpha confidence as I could muster. The bouncer looked us over. "Names."

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."

panted the ragged man with satisification. “What! What! No. No,” said Juniper, shaking her head. The ragged man turned around and looked at the clown. With Juniper in his arms he said, “I will take my payment as promise.” “As promise.” Juniper’s eyes widened as indeed the clown’s voice sounded like a woman but deeper. “Is it a man or a woman,” she thought. The clown vanished into thin air leaving behind a joker’s card.

I find clowns creepy, too, but I decide to ignore my feelings about them for now. I browse through the selection until I find the perfect one. It is a life-size poster of a scary clown holding balloons. "That's it. That's the one going home with us," I announce. Sophia shakes her head. "Oh, Vincent is not going to like this." "That's the point," I say, feeling a sense of satisfaction. "This is perfect for Mr. Grumpy." The thought of Vincent's reaction brings a smile to my face. ~-~ "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS DOING HERE!?"

Wait that's a bad thing, they've actually just shown me their identities, they're not planning on letting us go. "Can you please shut that thing up?" Small robber dude shouts from the front, I look down at the baby I didn't know how, I wasn't a mother and that's who she wanted right now. I bounce her but it wasn't working again she didn't want me! Tall robber dude leans over to the front opening the glove box, while smacking the other dude up the head. "She's a baby idiot! Here don't worry it's clean" he says sitting back holding a pink dummy in his hand, I take it from him putting into her mouth which slowly makes her calm down.

He wondered how all them live in such a small house. Suddenly, one of her daughters came out of the room. She was very tall and had had her hair trimmed and dyed pink. She wore a short gown that was almost transparent, and her lips were painted red to match the red gown she was wearing. Richard was so surprised at her appearance that he couldn't stop looking at her. "What are you looking at?" She asked when she noticed him. "I'm sorry," Richard replied. "Please Suzan, don't you know that he's my guest," Mama Ruth interfered. "Whatever," she said and is walked out.