Category : Stories

Sub Category : Drama

I used to love clowns, I thought they were funny. Every time I went to a carnival and I saw a clown, they're eyes would light up with joy when I squealed with laughter at their jokes and funny tricks. The scary fun, monster clowns on Halloween scared me but I didn't mind, it was kinda fun to get scared. I grew up liking and laughing at clowns, I had a dark sense of humor, but there was one I grew up with all my life that scared me in a way that didn't make my heart pound with a mixture of fear and excitement. He would laugh to hide the hurt and guilt in his life that was so...evident. He would make balloon animals and create illusions that were to be focused on while he hid his true feelings and dreams from the world when truth is, he wasn't just a clown who was actually happy and was giving balloon animals away, he was a man who was hurt and got his heart thrown away...

That man was my father and he was a very scary clown...

©Marie McNeill