SHORT STORY:
A dark showdow was upon the ally way, it was deep and dark and just plain scary. Spiders, cob webs and bugs crawlled upon the walls. Anywhere to hide into caus of such darkness. Drip, drip, drip.. water splash upon the ground making a more irritating sound than it should. Today was darker, clouds rolling up towards town, towards the ally way. A thunderstom would aproach. People ran home, ran for cover as rain started to pour heavily. He stayed, stayed hidden in the corner, in the darkest part of an ally way. Under a small shelter. Under a set of stairs that were used only for a fire, but there was none. There never was. Those stairs were of no use to anyone but him.
Bob Darler, his clothes dreched and soaking, dripping even more water than the rain itself. It made a puddle underneath him. He was crouching. His make-up ruined, his outfit, work clothes wrecked. Yet he still wore them, they were all he owned. Not sad or scared or alone he fell asleep to the sound of the thunder as if it was a lulaby.
He had been fired, his job was all he had, all he wanted. But he did the opposite of his job. He was a clown.. but he frightened children, on purpose. He wasn't always like this, never alone, never scary, never in an ally way crouched in a corner with only his life and clothes.
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It was just after clown school, he had graduated, finnally. 2 years of learning and he was out and free, a new job awaited him. He had gotten one at Clown buisness and was on his way. It was a stormy day like today and he was fine with it. Bob loved the rain, thunder, lightning, clouds, the whole deal. He parked his car and pressed the lock button on his keys. STRIKE!! lighting struck, hit his keys and through them onto him. He was frozen, in pain but couldn't speak. Unfortunatly no one saw him.
He changed, his mind, body and soul had. When he could walk again, he went inside, he went to cheer up some youngins and do his job. But when the time came, he only scared them. His make up and clothes ruind from rain. His skin with terrifying scars from what hit him It was because of the storm that day, that he lost his job.
