Curse clown...

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 “Kill them”- he thought as the people around him made, yet again, another stupid remark. The truth is that he seemed to be a normal guy but if you looked close you could see the hatred in his eyes, the sad, but real him. No one seemed to understand the pleasure he felt. No could understand him.

 

As a child he always loved clowns. Not the happy circus ones. He loved those stories, a clown came at night and haunted you for the rest of your life. He always wanted to be like one, to spook people, haunt them and maybe eventually kill them. It was a sick thought but he loved to imagine fear in peoples eyes, the blood flushing out of their skin, he wanted to feel the rush of killing. Thats exactly what he became. His dreams became true as he finally killed the first man, leaved a clown mark and became the “unknown clown”.

It was funny that no one knew it was him. He was one of the darkest, deepest people you will ever know. Sure it wasn’t normal that he liked to kill but if you looked into his soul and at least tried to understand his life you could see that he was just trying to find himself in a cruel world.

 

When he got home that day the feeling was stronger. He always felt like he didn’t belong in the world, he felt like it would be best if he never existed. Suicide, that word haunted him for a long time already and he wanted, needed to do it.

So as the next day came and people found his corpse, his only two friends knew he was happy to not be there. He wanted hell to all and thats what he got.

 

People like to believe it was a curse. To have such a sad life, to like bizarre things, to wish hell. It sure wasn’t normal. Some think hes still out there wanting to make more people believe in what he did. And what did he believe? That people need to have a chance at what they like in life, do what you were always afraid of doing, take chances and don’t look back because in the end we will die. And thats the plain, scary truth that most people don’t want to believe in.

Every now and than there are people talking about him and saying he was the demon. He was never forgotten and he was one of the scariest memory anyone could have.

 

Oh, did he love someone? Yes, this girl that was bullied everyday for being jude. She knew it was him as the town was small and he was the scariest man there. She had come one day and said she wanted help. Help to kill every single one of the bullies and annoying girls. They had worked together in many more crimes and he fell for her. She got him, understood why he did what he did and sometimes felt the same way. She believed in the same things as him and she was his best friend. As she fought cancer and died his world crumbled once again and he knew this time there was no hope.

 

He may have been the worst human being, but he also changed many lives and in the end, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

 

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Candyman Review

Hello Scissor143

I liked this little story because it was little but made perfect sense and you do have a very good way of putting this little story on paper.

There were a few words that you missed out,example"No could understand him." and"Help to kill every single one of the..." and I think there were a few more.

Overall,this was very good.Don't loose that way of writing and remember to go over for missing words.

Bye for now.

Candyman

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SkyLore wrote a review · Tue Jun 26, 2012 6:49 pm

Hey Scissor143! I'm Sky, and I'll be reviewing this piece.

The truth is that he seemed to be a normal guy#FF0000 ">, but if you looked close#FF0000 ">ly you could see the hatred in his eyes#FF0000 ">. The sad, but real him.


I just made a few changes here. Nothing to spectacular ;)

It was a sick thought#FF0000 ">, but he loved to imagine fear in peoples eyes, the blood flushing out of their skin#FF0000 ">. He wanted to feel the rush of killing.


Another series of petty changes.

Overall:
Wow! I really enjoyed this. You attempted to make us have sympathy for a ruthless killer, and you succeeded.
Bravo :D
Other than the little things I commented above, I found nothing else wrong with this story and entertaining to read!
If you have any questions about this review, please contact me via my profile or inbox.

Keep writing!
Sky



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