The Clown

He stands still, motionless just staring, never blinking. The bright colors of his pants, intended to be inviting, mix like cotton candy colored vomit. His smile is menacing, suggesting unnatural thoughts. Happiness has never looked so terrifying. His white gloves wrap around every corner. In the darkness they are all you can see, strangling the... Continue Reading →

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