Quotes Carnival Novels & Stories

I scanned the misty surroundings cautiously while all my bones ached from the fall and my heart thudded violently. Everything looked normal… sort of. The rides, games, and performers were there. Laughter echoed from afar, but beneath those laughs there was something off. An old, slanted sign above the large entrance read: Carnival of Souls. I stumbled up, limping on one leg. “Hey, do you want cotton candy?” a voice behind me asked nicely. When I turned around, I saw a clown that looked almost cute. He smiled at me, offering the candy.

She explained. Chelsea and her father exchanged glances. "Really? This carnival thing...how is it like? What happens?" Chelsea questioned. "It's a way of advertising our products and we've gotten lots of sales. People come here, have picnics, do face paints, finger paints and different things with paints. My sister is over there, she sells marshmallows for the kids. I'd say it's more childlike though, just a few adults actively participate in it." She explained and Chelsea nodded.

I parked my car at a safe distance and watched as the Ferrari family stepped out, their fashionable attire standing out amidst the carnival-goers. The carnival was a vibrant display of colors and sounds. Lights flashed and music blared, creating a dizzying atmosphere. The air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of fried food and sugary treats, causing my stomach to rumble. Towering rides spun and twirled, eliciting screams and laughter from thrill-seekers. Children ran around with balloons, their faces painted in bright hues, while their parents struggled to keep up. Street vendors lined the paths, peddling a variety of goods, from cotton candy to stuffed animals, their voices calling out

I figured that was a safe option and considering that I was to the point of starving, I didn't care what late as long as it would fill me up. Cain turned back to the speaker and ordered the food, speaking German to the sleepy-sounding woman who was taking the order. "Drink?" He asked. "Water." He finished the order and pulled around to the window. The woman handed us the bag of our food as he handed her his card to pay for it. Smelling the hot, salted fries made my mouth water instantly. I rummaged through the bag to find Cain had ordered two boxes of nuggets and ample amounts of fries.

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.

Jumping out of the car we make our way to the check in booth. Hello beautiful? I look up at the boy, and he's smirking. Hello we would like two tickets please? Absolutely anything for you gorgeous is there anything else I can help you with? He says with a seductively voice. I feel my checks turning pink and Hurry and say no thank you. I grab the tickets quicker than expected and take Lola hand dragging her and me both to the entrance of the carnival. Standing at the entrance, I take a look around the carnival and see so many games and rides like balloon pop, pick a duck, ring toss, zipper, Ferris wheel, marry go round and so much more I feel myself getting excited again, and I turn to Lola w

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.

The whole place was lit and filled with music, laughter, rides and the smell of delicious fast food. "Oh yeah the carnival is here. Wanna go?" "Is that even a question?" I said laughing. Haydon bought us tickets and we were soon walking around hunting down the scariest rides. "You do know that I'm Haydon Veneziano and nothing scares me, right?" He said after about the fifth ride. He looked so bored while I was frantic with an adrenaline rush. I loved the carnival. "Oh my gosh Party Pooper. Let me have my fun, just watch me!" I said.

The triangular moving board slowly started going across letters, with its speed increasing after each letter, thus after all, the words came down to. "Find the place hidden, Venezuela, C-A-R-N-I-V-A-L and find thee, missing, but first, R-U-N!" Perhaps, hinting them to find the carnival, and as well the person in a cape, who sight had its eyes on. With each letter dragged, the more noise was made from the Ouija. The temperature got more humid as the lighting dampened.

he sang, projecting the voice that has been voted the best in modern music before turning his microphone towards his fans. “Lick where it….Oh!” the fans sang along while he moved in a rhythmic sexual dance, guaranteed to cause an uproar. At this stage, like all his concerts the confident fans went wild in a race on who will make it first to the stage and get to dance with him. Fans went on an emotional overload as TT took off his vest, exposing his sexy tattooed masculine physique right before he delivers what has become his signature stunt, making out with his very eager lucky fan in front of thousands.