The Clown Marvel Novels & Stories

said Marvelo really weakly. Marvelo out of the blue coughed and coughed again. This time, he coughed and coughed even worse and even more terribly. He stretched out his right hand quickly and hurriedly as though he would try to reach something which was still out of his reach. He tried to speak up some words and sentences in the middle of his terrible coughs. “I want to have my Castor wooden toy, Sisters… Where’s my Castor wooden toy?” Marvelo tried his best to have his Castor wooden toy, even at the very end of his life path.

Each passing moment felt agonizingly slow, every sound outside heightening my anticipation. "You're such a clown," Hunter mocked from within my mind, his tone amused yet observant as we both awaited Vanessa’s arrival. "Describe a clown," I retorted, keeping my eyes fixed on the door where I knew Vanessa would soon walk through. "A comic entertainer, usually in a circus, wearing exaggerated makeup and a traditional costume," Hunter replied with a hint of sarcasm. "Am I wearing makeup or a costume?" I asked, entertaining his nonsense mainly to distract myself from the waiting. I knew she wouldn't be late—it was just ten minutes to nine.