Clowning Around at the End of the World

“The sun rose. It was a new day, and nothing would ever be the same on Earth again. The End.” Alice stood up from the computer and stretched, her shoulders tight. She looked out the window. “What the hel…” She peered closer. “It’s my story. Come true. This is bad. Real bad.”

Every single person she saw through her window, and presumably every person on earth, was a clown. Clown crossing guards helping clown children. Clown bus drivers transporting commuter clowns. Clown grocers selling funny fruit. Clown dry cleaners cleaning clown suits.

She can’t take it anymore! She will become crazy! She don’t want to see one single more clown! It’s too much! Give her a break without them! Why the entire world is fueled with them?!

She tries to steady herself. If she could make any story happen, then maybe she can erase the clowns. She breathes in deeply, trying to focus herself. There aren’t any clowns here, everyone is back to normal. This story is coming to a close…She’s ok.. *HONK HONK*

“I’m sick and tired of these MF clowns in this MF story!” Samuel L. Jackson screams. He drags a terrified clown honking in desperation by its hair. Other clowns emerge, but Jackson kicks them down. He tosses the honking clown into a cellar. “Night, night, MF,” and shuts the door.