Clown

“You know what you look like?” you laughed, your calloused thumb tracing the colors on my face. “A clown.” I turned to the mirror and studied myself, taking in the black, blue, purple, red. You told me that you loved me and that it would heal. You promised it would never happen again.

Your promises are hollow, they mean nothing anymore. You threw me to the ground, screaming as I shook and held my arms over my face. Do you remember how it was before?

I dream about you all the time, I recreate scenes from the past, and we’re in love again, real love. I like to pretend that my dreams are reality and the real world is just a vivid nightmare. It’s okay, I’ll wake up in a few hours and all my bruises will be gone, my hair will be long and shiny, and you’ll kiss me and sing to me again.

It’s nearly every other night now, you leave me bleeding and sweating and running out of aspirin. Wake up, wake up, wake up.

My wounds are familiar, they always seem to be in the same spots and hurt the same way. I’m still your stupid clown, trying to get the bloodstains out of the carpet and bed sheets so it’ll at least look like life is normal again.

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This is inspired by "Pierrot the Clown" by Placebo

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AkuRashomon
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Wow! This is such a nice story to read when you don't know who you are. When I read it, I felt all the sad and heartbreaking emotions in those words. It was short yet impactful and painful. You must be very proud of this short story of yours, keep it up! If someone asked me to cry on the spot, I would read this work of yours. Have a good day, @beccax!

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kaitlyn
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kaitlyn wrote a review · Thu Dec 01, 2022 9:45 pm

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),

Hi! I'm here to leave a quick review!!

Anyway let's get right to it,

“You know what you look like?” you laughed, your calloused thumb tracing the colors on my face. “A clown.” I turned to the mirror and studied myself, taking in the black, blue, purple, red. You told me that you loved me and that it would heal. You promised it would never happen again.

Your promises are hollow, they mean nothing anymore. You threw me to the ground, screaming as I shook and held my arms over my face. Do you remember how it was before?

I dream about you all the time, I recreate scenes from the past, and we’re in love again, real love. I like to pretend that my dreams are reality and the real world is just a vivid nightmare. It’s okay, I’ll wake up in a few hours and all my bruises will be gone, my hair will be long and shiny, and you’ll kiss me and sing to me again.

It’s nearly every other night now, you leave me bleeding and sweating and running out of aspirin. Wake up, wake up, wake up.

My wounds are familiar, they always seem to be in the same spots and hurt the same way. I’m still your stupid clown, trying to get the bloodstains out of the carpet and bed sheets so it’ll at least look like life is normal again.


Okay....this is a very interesting piece. Its so short and yet despite that it seems to be trying to do a lot more than most pieces do there with the emotions especially in terms of trying to almost directly talk to the reader there in some sense. It definitely leaves you reeling a little immediately after you've read it. And its just one of those things where reading it just the once simply won't cut it.

I think you do a really good job of showcasing the emotions here and just what this person feels like in its sort of raw state without ever actually going too far in terms of outright mentioning specific emotions. It leaves us to draw the admittedly obvious conclusions, but it still makes it all just that little bit more powerful as a result.

Overall we've got ourselves a pretty impactful piece here. Its a bit of a short punch more than anything that's really trying to hint at something more, but standing on its own as a short I think its quite powerful and does its job quite well here.

Aaaaand that's it for this one.

As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.

Stay Safe
Harry

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lovly_audrey
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Oh My God.
That was amazing! The few lines you wrote almost made me cry. That is definitely a sign of a good author.
I loved it!
Please keep writing.
=')

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Octave
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Octave wrote a review · Thu May 21, 2009 2:07 pm

Hello! I'm here to review your piece. (Obviously xP)

Your promises are hollow, they mean nothing anymore.


Your promises are hollow: they mean nothing anymore.


It’s nearly every other night now, you leave me bleeding and sweating and running out of aspirin.


I think it's a period and not a comma, but maybe I'm wrong. >.>"


OVERALL: This is great. The grammar is good, spelling is good and the story is packed with emotion. I like the way you captured the feeling of shame and hopelessness. ^^

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ofir
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ofir wrote a review · Thu May 21, 2009 1:06 pm

It's so sad... it really is moivng, scary that something like this can exist, that things like this do exist. I thought it was really really good. Short, but great. It really did move me, and even frightened me a bit. *shudder* you did an awesome job, be proud of it!
Keep writting, and if you write anything else, please PM me because I like the way you write, and I'd like to see more of it.
Ofir

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MaresAzulados
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I like it...

Wow, it really is good!

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EmmaJane
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Hey,
That was amazing. You captured the sense of hopelessness and pain perfectly. It's quite moving.
The start is perfect. I love the clown analogy.
I quite like how you've addressed it to the reader. It's like a letter she wishes she could give him, but is too fearful.
One stupid, tiny thing:

My wounds are familiar, they always seem to be in the same spots and hurt the same way.

I don't know... 'spots' sounded kind of strange for some reason. Maybe 'places'?

Keep writing!

~ EmmaJane ~



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