Writing Journey
The Clown Graveyard of Madness
This is a creative Writing event. It is one of imaginative exploration and fantastical release. Unleash your creative desires and surrender your will to the darkness of the Carnivale. During this exercise you will be called to share a story from the depth of your soul. A story that rises from the deep and presents itself to you. There is only one criteria for entering this event and that is the story must be at least 500 words long. Aside from that, your imagination is your guide and you can write about anything that comes to your mind. This is a story that is shared with the darkness of the soul.
You find yourself walking, you are walking away from the Carnival, you have no idea where you are going and you have no idea what is calling you. The world around you is shifting. It is getting darker and it is getting more surreal and sinister. There is a low-lying fog that covers the ground. The shadows seem to swallow the sun and there is only a deep blue hue in the sky. You wonder if it is night but there is still a slight remnant of the brightness of the sun. You continue walking down the path. The myst is growing and there is a foreboding feeling in the air.
You approach the ends of a graveyard. It is vast and long. There are graves stretched out before you. They seem to be endless. You wonder if you have slipped into another world as the energy of this place is so different form that of the Carnival. It is sombre and sullen.
In the distance you see a figure up ahead and you heed the sound of metal hitting dirt. There is someone up ahead digging. Curiosity getting the better of you, you begin to inch forward. You are curious and want to see who is this figure and what are they doing. Are they trying to hid something, or are they digging something up? These are the question that you seek to answer.
You inch closer and you see him. Siioow the Jester of the Carnival. He is wearing a black and white clown outfit. His hands are dirty and his clothes a bit disheveled. He has been working hard to dig. You try to get close enough to see what is found in the hole and suddenly you hear his voice.
“I've been expecting you.”
You jump and look up, your eyes meet his, you are not sure whether to run away or stay. It is almost like he has hypnotized you with his eyes and you are frozen in place.
He grins looking at you. That mischievous, dire grin. You are frozen in place. He knows though why you are here, he knows why you have come.
“This…” he starts…
“This is where all clowns go to die!” He states boldly.
“This is a place of darkness, where the stories and comical chronicles of one's life.. stop…”
“All mortals die and it is such a shame, such a shame, for the knowledge and stories that they take with them. It is robbed from the world. It is robbed from them. Their experiences and their mark on the world..... Come, sit with me, we will revive the past and listen to a tale that once was forgotten to the world.”
His grin gets wider as a black orb manifests from him. It illuminates the area in pure darkness. You are still frozen in place watching and captivated by the display before you. The dark orb begins to pulse as light shoots from it. The light blasts into the ground as Siioow smirks. He knows what is going to happen for he has done this before.
Suddenly from the Earth, a hand emerges and your ears are graced with a mournful wail. Your eyes go wide as from the ground emerges a Zombie. A zombie of a dead clown. The sounds from his mouth are anguished and forlorn and he carries himself in a sombre way. Having been once the centre of joy and happiness, he has now been lost to the world and lost to time. Siioow though remembers him. He researches and remembers the great ones, the ones who still had stories to share and performances to reveal. He looks at you.
The story of the Clown is not always happy. They have anger, they have sadness, they just have the ability to always find the joy and the comedy in the situation. They make light of life so that others can laugh and feel the joy. It is a rewarding if heartbreaking job.
“Come sit…. “ he motions you… “Come sit and we will hear the story this one has to share. Let us hear his words and honour him one last time as he shares a story from his soul.”
You suddenly feel your limbs release. You have a choice right now… do you run back to the Carnivale, or do you sit with this demonic Clown to hear a tale from this reanimated Zombie…. The choice is yours…
What story was revealed to you. Write the story the Zombie clown has shared with you and paste it below!!
