Tears of a Clown
I sat on my seat next to the cage of my t-rex while helpers were applying my clown makeup. I was almost ready. I got into my clown clothes. Tim the T-rex was saddled and feisty.
“Xavier, it’s time for you to get out there!” Someone said as the speaker in the tent began to announce me.
“Now introducing, Xavier the clown on his t-rex, Tim!” I urged Tim to walk briskly out of the performers tent. I cued him to bow down. I ran around the ring just like I practiced in our routine.
“This big guy was found in the Himalayas. We took a piece of his DNA and cloned him. Now watch as this fierce dino attempts this crazy feat of bravery!” I gave Tim the cue to do a back flip through a hoop of liquid nitrogen. It all happened in slow motion, it seemed. He jumped with his powerful hind legs. Just as we were upside down, I lost my grip. I fell off balance just as Tim started to go down. I fell on the hoop hard. I cried out in agony. Tim fell onto my leg and crushed it with searing pain. The crowd became a blur as I blacked out, unaware of people standing over me and rushing around.
The next thing I knew, I was awake in a sterile little hospital bed. I tried to sit up, but the pain of my injuries brought me to fall down again.
“What happened?” I asked myself. I couldn’t remember. I looked at my arms. They were near dead. The liquid nitrogen did it, I thought. I looked around my hospital room. No one was there. No visiters, no presents. Well, I thought to myself, it makes sense since I am a clown and all. I closed my eyes and groaned.
“Scuze meh? Did yous a be needing sum’in?” A low, deep voice said. A nurse walked in that moment. She took my breath away! I started gasping for air. She looked at me with an...
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...her arm stub, and spanked me with her peg leg. I cried as she, one last time, twitched her way out of my life. I walked out of the hospital and out into the bright sun that I hadn’t seen for 9 months. I got sunburned instantly. I ran to Tim who was crunching cars in the parking lot. I sat on his foot and cried my eyes out. He looked down on me as he crushed a really nice Porsche. I hopped onto his back and rode off into the sunset with a heavy heart, back to the circus.
I never got over that nurse. Her image will stay with me for as long as I live. I still cry every night, as if the hurt is still fresh. Her icy coldness leaves fresh tracks in my heart, even still. I always keep hoping that I will see her at a performance and I will sweep her off her feet with my talent. So far, nothing. For as long as I am without the love of my life, I will shed tears of a clown.
All of the chimps that had just transformed were looking around, looking so confused. King Steve asked the nurse to put them in beds, and let them rest. As the nurse did so, everybody was going to their rooms and to tidy up all the mess inside and outside the castle.
Trunk and Orson laughed at the same time once again. Through his snickering, he made an effort to speak. “I was changed into a giant chocolate clown one Halloween. It was my costume. I was very young. My older brothers had never seen me in a trance and assumed I was a real giant chocolate clown.”
were trying to move an old woman to the infirmary, “but between her broken gasps for breath
I am really awfully sorry, but right now it is not the time for me to be talking, we need to get some help!” I was then carried fourth to that dusty pink house right in front which had an open gate and an elder sitting in the front porch. The elder asked “Oh, what do I have hear? Is there something I could do for you guys as that child of yours is crying?” I had always been mistaken as my aunts child, we looked quite alike and I just inhabit some of her quicks and movements which seems quite identical if you ask me. “I really need to use the bathroom grandma and I promise to clean it up right after. Oh, and could you please get me some band aid and safety aids? That will surely
I said, "goodbye" to the nurse and left that awful place. Outside, I took a deep breath of cool fresh air. I practically ran to get inside my safe car. When back inside i cried in excruciating pain, I couldn't even feel my face. I sat there for a while thinking of those three terrifying words, Dr. Rust's office. I inserted the key into my ignition, turned it and drove away. When I knew I was home safe, I looked into my rear-view mirror. When I saw that old rickety building filled with bad experiences, I realized that that had been the most uncomfortable place I had ever visited, and I surely wasn't going to return.
It was early afternoon at my house and I was so excited to show all the kids my new crested gecko. I sat staring into the beautiful twenty gallon aquarium that had held my first pet. Gizzmo. He was the most adorable thing on the planet. And now everyone could see it for themselves.
He’s a young man, the clown, with white socks striped in black, and black suspenders over a white T-shirt. White face, red nose. His MO is to follow people and imitate their motion without their noticing, to the glee of the sizeable, ever-changing audience. We’re sitting here on the steps of the Museum, hot and sweaty, watching the show.
A hospital bed now occupied the space where the couch had sat for so many years. Beside the hospital bed sat his oxygen machine, which for the first time in quite a while, sat eerily quiet. The wheelchair sat empty. “This is not real. This cannot be happening.
“Boss didn’t say he had to be in good condition when he arrives Don” The man with the evil laugh, Jeff said. Shawn felt...
The lights were harsh as I opened my eyes. There was a large tube coming out of my stomach. My parents sat to my hospital bed. I turned to them and gave them as much of a smile as I could muster. They started to cry. My dad hugged me tight and it hurts, but I hugged him back. The doctor came in and explains that I “overdosed on Percocet and alcohol last night and am lucky to be alive.”
It was a dreadful afternoon, big droplets of rain fell directly on my face and clothes. I tasted the droplets that mixed with my tears, the tears I cried after the incident. The pain in my foot was excruciating. It caused me to make a big decision of whether I should visit you or not. I decided I would. I limped towards my bright, blue car where my bony, body collapsed onto the seat. I started the engine up but at the same time being cautious of my bleeding foot. I then drove to the destination where I was bound to meet you. I was bound to meet you after three years of counselling from my last appearance with you. I guess all I can remember is the scarring....
Clown a performer, usually in a circus, who plays the fool, performs practical jokes, and does tricks to make people laugh. Other names for clowns are buffoon, jester, fool, conjurer, mirthmaker, tumbler, gleeman, mime, actor, harlequin, merry counselor, comic, and puppeteer. Even though there are many types of clowns, each clown develops a face, meaning a personality. A clown’s face, once created, becomes the clown’s unique personal property.
OUCH! My leg crippled with pain. I tried to shuffle my way to the window, but it was excruciating. As my senses kicked back in, I felt pains shooting up and down my body. Peering down at my hands I screamed. My hands were covered in cold, congealed blood.
Oh my God! TJ!“ It was just my mom.She was crying and calling my name again and again.I was so embarrassed and disappointed of my self.I had let her down. After, two of the EMT guys put us on an ambulance. Finally,we made our way to the hospital. My friend john and me were sent in palo alto medical center. It took us about fifteen minute to get there. My friend john was alright. He had a couple of stitches in his head and his arm. He got relieved after a couple of tests but, I was severely injured. I was lying on a hospital bed and thinking what I would have done in the past. Cause this terrible accident happened to me. I was sent to el camino hospital, where I went to the operation theater for my hipbones surgery.The doctor told me after surgery that my hipbones was fractured the reason they had to put a plate in hipbones to stay together.Although, my left arm was also fractured the reason I could not feel my arm. After surgery, they took me to the other room and gave me a couple of injections. Momentarily, I went to sleep. I woke up in the next day and thinking hopefully it was just a dream,but it’s not. I opened my eyes and saw a couple of relative looking me like a stranger. My dad came over my bed and gave me a hug and I literally started crying after thinking about the accident. I could not believe after a massive car accident I was still alive. Doctors kept in hospital couple of