Quotes Carnival Novels & Stories

We stepped out of the car and stood on the sidewalk just out front of the Carnival grounds. The Carnival itself was hosted in a large field, the centerpiece being a magnificent castle. Cerulean colored tents had been erected around the open field, and a number of booths sat scattered along the grounds. The tents were large and extravagant, with multiple points arcing towards the sky. The points of the tent mirrored that of the dazzling castle. It looked like a picture from the Renaissance era, only there were no elaborate dresses and lacy headpieces. The scent of food and the sound of laughter filled the air. Children ran in clusters, their hands and faces sticky from the sweets they had eat

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

Twenty minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot of Luna Park, a carnival that had set up on the edge of the city for the summer. Bright lights, cheerful music, the smell of cotton candy and popcorn... everything that was the opposite of the heavy, suffocating world we'd been drowning in. Veronica stared at the colorful entrance, the spinning rides, the game booths, like she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing. "A carnival?" she said. "A carnival," I confirmed. "You said you missed being twelve. So let's be twelve for a few hours. No press, no scandals, no family drama. Just... fun."

Asher's Pov Caden wasn't wrong. The Carnival Cruise was amazing. I believe I laughed more times than I could count and yell more times than I could ever imagine. Carnival Cruise is literally a carnival. Lots of people come out dressed in feathers and colours. It's like a mini adaption of the Brazilian Samba and more of a Halloween party (a less grotesque type) and it was fun.

The carnival was worse once you got inside. Not in a bad way exactly. Just overwhelming. Too much light, too much sound, too many smells all fighting for space at once. Fried dough, popcorn, damp grass, hot grease, metal, cheap body spray. Games lined one side in a bright row of scam and desperation. Rides crowded the other, all spinning arms and blinking signs and music playing over music until none of it sounded like a real song anymore. Clair seemed delighted by all of it. She dragged me first toward the stalls, then toward a row of food stands because “looking cute is hard work,” then back toward the rides because she wanted to “see what had the best lighting for photos.”

Cassandra giggled, "You know, that may not be such a bad idea." (•) The car pulled up in front of a long wooden planked boardwalk that ran for miles alongside a white sandy beach. There was a carnival at the end of the boardwalk with tons of rides, the kind with the sparkly, flashing lights, and loud music. There were rows of cheesy games with giant stuffed animals that you weren't supposed to be able to win. Stepping out of the truck, Cassandra could smell the salty ocean air mixed with the wafting aroma of popcorn, and cotton candy.

“You’ll see.” Minutes later we arrived at the carnival, Camilla stared at the lights and rides, unimpressed. “You brought me here?” she asked, folding her arms. “What am I? Eight?” I chuckled. “Well you looked like you could use some fun.” “I could’ve used a nap,” she muttered. Before she could turn back, a man with a microphone started shouting nearby. “Ladies and gentlemen! We’re about to begin our Couples Carnival Challenge! Three games! One grand prize! Who’s feeling lucky in love today?”

" Casper did not usually visit the carnival when he was alone, the carnival was located next to the station. The female police officers and his colleagues in the station often hung out there. “Sounds good.” Summer needed a break, so she nodded. Casper took Summer to the carnival in Mountain City, the place was full of various booths. “We can win toys by shooting balloons at that booth." Summer was excited to try it. Casper caught up to her. He pulled Summer over to the ring toss booth. "Shooting balloons is too easy, let’s play this." Summer took the rings from the booth owner and she landed every ring on the bottles without missing. Casper looked at Summer with astonishment. He was just thi

Her jaw dropped open, as she slapped him on the arm. “Shut. Up! A carnival? I haven’t been to one of these since I was, like, ten!” Ava was practically bouncing in her seat with glee as Noah parked, “Seriously, who are you? It’s like you look into my mind and pick out every cheesy thing I’ve ever wanted to do.” Noah laughed, “Cheesy? Carnivals are classic. Besides, you strike me as the kind of girl who appreciates the simple things in life.” Ava lead her head fall back into the seat as she sighed, dramatically, “I fucking love simple.”

I teased as I reached out to tug on his collar. His smile widened. “I mean, I am a gentleman too, so…” I laughed and let him lead the way. The carnival was in full swing with kids running around getting their faces painted. Clowns and mimes as well as other colourful performers all around putting on shows. Different games were set up mixed with different sounds and accompanied by different prizes. I looked around amazed by everything really. “Do you come to such things often?” Branson asked me. I pulled my eyes off a guy on a unicycle. “Uh, no actually. Never been. My dad wasn’t a fan of anything that involved well… fun.”