Richie The Clown Novels & Stories

With every step he made, the bouncers trembled even more. *** Richie was playing chess in the Star Emperor Room when he heard the commotion and painful screams. Then, someone spoke through the walkie-talkie and said, “Boss, we’ve got a problem! Someone barged into the club and killed more than thirty of our men. We can’t hold out much longer!” “Surround him!” “Understood!” replied the man on the walkie-talkie. Richie dashed out of the room into the hallway. He grabbed onto the railing and headed to the main area. When he spotted Adrian, he felt that the man looked very familiar.

The clown bounced with every step as if he had springs attached to his feet. Ryker happened to be walking past. The clown immediately intercepted him. Without a word, he held out a flower. Ryker frowned immediately. The clown wiggled the flower closer. Curiosity got the better of him. He leaned forward and sniffed. Water exploded from the flower directly into his face. Not a small squirt. Not a harmless splash. A full-on soaking. Ryker stumbled backward while dripping from head to toe. The clown immediately clapped his hands together proudly. I nearly collapsed laughing. “This can’t be real,” I managed.

"Or else I'm going to do….. I'm going to do……" "This….." A guy suddenly completed my statement and he slapped the man in front of me. The guy who had just shown in front of me suddenly grabbed my hands….. as the both of us dash out of the club. He's putting on black trousers, a black jacket which is zipped till the very edge, and an ailment…… which made me like a rider. "Catch them!". The average man who had refused to pay for the drink yelled. Turning around….. I saw a lot of the individuals running after me.

She sighed and turned over to the window. ********* Richie got the company. He expected a big company but instead it was a small club, it wasn't as he pictured. It was quite simple and plain. He sighed as he looked at it. It seemed deserted. He rolled his eyes and palmed them. He walked in with Jane and his assistant, miles. They both kept their cool and walked in with him. Richie looked around the club, he sighed numerous times. "Is this the place that should earn over fifty thousand dollars daily?" Jane asked irritably as she scanned the place. It was quiet, dirty and the decor seemed like it was last season. Jane knew she wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this.

FOR F*CKS SAKE ********************** NARRATOR’S POV *********************** “I have spent decades building this company, and because that ...that riff-raff got a contract she now feels high and mighty and wants to start rubbing shoulders with me.” David rumbled on, his tie loosely hung over his neck, his shirt unbuttoned exposing the white singlet he was wearing inside.

she was breathing heavily and flapping her hands. “You mean, that guy? Right in the middle?” Jamie didn’t bother to look, “Yes, the middle … with the burgundy tux and red handkerchief in the left pocket.” Perry covered his gaping mouth with one hand, “That guy … in the Gucci tux? With 5 o’clock shadow and perfect hair?” “God … yes Perry! It’s that guy! That’s Richard … the one I told you about, the one at the Somerset Inn.”

Clark closed his eyes as a wave of disgust swept through him. Cherrie reached him and opened the first button of his pants. “Stop!” Clark shouted the word. Cherrie stopped. “What? This is what you want. This is what you always want,” she said. Gone was the seductress, and in her place was the whining woman.

Ellie smiled to herself over his shoulder. Richie parked on the road in front of the small railway station. As he got out of the car, he could see one of the fairgrounds rides, swinging people round in two cars on each end of a long spoke. He looked at his watch, and it was only half-past eleven. He had time to look around, find the cafe and watch for Kylie. Things looked joyful in the town, kids laughing and teenagers daring each other to take a ride on the fast rides. There was a candyfloss stall lined with bags of pink and white candy. He could smell the hot dogs and burgers; why did fried onions always make you feel hungry. He looked around further down the market place when he saw the c

he says with that giant grin of his, I can tell he’s about to say something I won’t like but he wants to see my reaction anyway. I drop into the seat, letting my body settle slowly, and Cliff leans forward, laughing as he watches the chaos where the boy—Jack, apparently—is still chasing someone across the room. The mercenary he’s after is waving a handful of bills in the air, yelling that he's not paying unless Jack catches him, and the whole crowd is enjoying the show like it’s entertainment they paid for. “These idiots,” Cliff mutters, shaking his head, though he’s very clearly amused. “You’d think they have nothing better to worry about.”

Everyone scoffed. "Never mind" Clara said. "I quite anticipated. The Clara I knew will kill for just a place of balut." Joan chipped in defiantly and everyone burst out laughing. Clara sneered at them. I watched them until they laugh hysterically through the door. I focus on what was doing. It's really fun to been surrounded with friends right? Aside from the fact that they are rich, they are so humorous. I held my manual upright and peered through the I instructions carefully.