Descriptive Writing

He started off as an innocent carnival clown. Someone who you trusted with your children. Until one day… Simon the creepy carnival clown was up on a high platform in front of all the people attending the carnival. He had a small eight-year-old boy with him, the boy had won a contest to spend the day with the awkward clown. The platform was quite small, they had to stand close together to prevent themselves from falling. The small boy peered down at his proud parents, smiling and waving. The clown saw that the boy was too close to the edge, he reached out and grabbed the boy’s shirt. An overwhelming feeling took over the clown. He felt as powerful as the president and he loved it . He, an awkward carnival clown, could save or end this young boy’s life. He watched in horror as the small boy fell over fifty meters to the hard ground awaiting him.

He could hear the police sirens from back at the carnival but he was long gone. He carjacked the nearest car with an old woman sitting inside.

Simon knew he had to ditch the car soon but he kept driving, wanting to get as far away as possible. When he came to the nearest red light, he stopped the car and got out calmly. Simon walked into the nearest dank alleyway. He wasn’t surprised when he saw a couple of dead mice littering the walk way. He didn’t stop walking until the darkness had consumed him. When he was sure no one could see him he sat down not sure what to do next. He was crestfallen, he hadn’t meant to let go of the boy. He was just another failure sitting in a damp alleyway. He felt as cold as a winter's day even though it’s the middle of summer.  

The carnival clown heard a noise, someone or something was trying to get his attention. He looked around but all he could see was a slimy frog, staring at him intently. The clown almost jumped out of his costume when the frog said “The cops are almost here…run.” The clown scrambled, trying to climb the wall like a cat climbing up curtains. He then heard the sirens. ‘This has got to be the end of me’ the saddened clown thought as he fell once again to the ground. Soon the flashlights of a police squad blinded him. He was forced onto his stomach and handcuffed. It took three police officers to drag the distraught clown to their awaiting van. The now convicted carnival clown, was sentenced to a life time in jail for murder. Although to this day, he still thinks about the talking frog he saw in the dank, dark alleyway.