Tramp Clown Novels & Stories

for the night escaped just like that? I chuckled. I'd seen men pull this trick too many times—they were just playing hard to get. Still, I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed that such a cute guy had escaped my clutches.

"You should dump him, young lady. Who knows? Maybe you're just one of his many side chicks." "Alas, men are all the same these days—they're all liars. He seemed like an honest young man. Who would've thought he'd turn out to be such a player?" "Thank goodness this photographer here is a decent guy. Otherwise, she wouldn't have found out about this!"

Rocco has that typical rogue smell of rotten flesh and death. “OH, you will see!!! This is going to be so much fun! HEHEHEHE! I can’t wait!” Rocco claps his hands together like a demented clown… Goddess, he freaks me out at times, but he’s also growing on me like an annoying wart I want to cut off.

“Sir, please let me go! I beg you to give me a chance to be even better. Please don't put me in jail! I was forced to commit this crime because I had great difficulty finding work.” The clown begged to be let go with cries of fear. “What? Take you to jail? Who will take you to jail? I wouldn't do that to you.” The Clown immediately fell silent when he heard that Alex would not take him to prison. Not long after that, Alex took off the clown mask so he could see the clown's real face. It can be seen that the clown is a boy who is five years younger than Alex. “Oh, my God! Turns out you are a boy. How can you possibly do this? How can you attack everyone who comes here and kill them?”

At the ticket booth, Clair leaned against my shoulder while I paid, then stole one of the paper wristbands before the girl behind the counter could hand it to her properly. “Thank you,” Clair said brightly, as if she had personally made the exchange happen. The girl blinked. “Uh. Sure.” I snorted softly. “What?” Clair asked. “Nothing. You’re impossible.” “And yet adorable.” “I think you’re confused about who gets called adorable here.” She smiled like she’d won something and pulled me through the gate. The carnival was worse once you got inside.

Lifting her head again, Jian Tong blinked, the corners of her mouth stretching wider and wider, revealing a row of gleaming white teeth, accentuated by the exaggerated clown's bright red lips, making her smile seem extremely ludicrous. "Hahaha... so amusing!" The young man burst into loud laughter, calling out to others beside him. "Hey! Look at her, doesn't she look like a fool?" The heavy clown makeup concealed Jian Tong's forced smile. Cheers erupted around her as those young lords clapped and cheered, saying, "This is fun! Here, the money is yours." At this moment, Jian Tong didn't know whether to feel happy or sad. "Pick it up? I said it's for you. Don't want it?"

One time, he prank called his fat Physics teacher and insulted his body shape and repeatedly called him ‘man tits’ with another student’s phone, which he found in his locker, when the teacher took it up and made sure there was an investigation carried out, he was hoping he’d finally pin the menacing Andy but the IP address was traced to an unfortunate Billy Wilmore, who faced a two-week suspension because Andy was a gifted impressionist, which gave him the ability to mimic Billy’s high-pitched voice. ‘‘Don’t be a clown. We them boys is going to sit and pro’ly two girls too, then the remaining will sit on our laps and that will earn us a free road grinding.’’ Adamie reasoned as a smile crept

27th floor. Monster: a short clown. His mouth had been slit ear to ear, stuck in a permanent, twisted grin. I knew what he was—a kid with dwarfism, same as me. Tossed aside for being different. Desperate, he ended up in a circus. They made him a freak show act. To get more laughs, the scumbag ringmaster carved his mouth so he'd always be "smiling." Once he'd made his money, the kid broke his leg on the tightrope. Couldn't perform anymore. So they tossed him into the freezing night like trash.

I don't know who they are or whether these people can be trusted, but right now they don't seem harmful nor do I have any other option than to trust them. "Little bird, I'm hurt you forgot me... I'm your best friend David," he said, placing his hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt. Woah! He is so dramatic. Then he points his finger at his younger brother. "This is Dean, my brother and your biggest enemy," He cackles at his own joke. He is definitely dramatic.

Asked Schirouca. The pack looked at the men as if we were alien, "You don't know what a prank is?" asked Truman, and seeing the man nodding no with his head he tried his best to explain. "It's like when you created a situation for other people so you can laugh at their expenses, like if I prepared a bucket of water under a semi-closed door, then you walk by and you are completely wetted by the bucket, it will make us laugh, and maybe you to if you are into those sort of things, isn't meant to harm, I'll teach you some and you'll do it with me!"