The Beginning
A clown stood in front of a mirror, applying white powder to their face, when suddenly they stopped beating their face and looked to the left of the room, at a small red rubber nose. This item seemed to make them realize something, and the flung the brush with white powder across the room and sprinted out.
He skidded into a messy yet clean looking room and looked around for his partner in crime— THE BEING SO HILARIOUS CRIME HAHAHA—.Once. Twice. Thrice. Apparently, he didn't find what he was looking for, and a concerned and scared face began to sneak it's way up his face. He rifled through the drawers of his room—five times in total,— and looked around the room again, desperately.
'Where is it...?!' The clown thought desperately as tears wiggled their way into his system and threatened to spill, but George was a man. He wouldn't let the tears get the best of him! ....Er, would he?— At least, he thought that was so; soon crumbling to the ground on his knees as his world crashed down on him.
'Whereisit, whereisit, whereisit—' He cried out inside of his head, the tears rolling down and down and down. He dropped his head into his hands as he cried out and sobbed. Why him? He was an angel, he didn't deserve this! But why....Why? His world was shattered and gone, nothing more.
And so, George the Clown began to create another world for himself.
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Satin
Humor(1. The picture is of 4 year old George and a rubber duck because I can't draw a rubber chicken- (2. This is from a story I wrote for class, and also wrote more about on Raz Kidz- It's original name was Chicken-Duck, but I was inspired by the '...
