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Koah · Posted 06-30-2018, 07:43 PM

I went with prompt 4. Sorry about the length. Hope you enjoy reading. <3

It had been some time since I’d been to a carnival. My memory of carnivals brings me back to when I was around six or seven years old, holding dad’s hand, the other hand holding a bag of clumpy cotton candy. Oh what a happy time that was. I let out a heavy sigh. I look around, the carnival was in full swing, children laughing, teens screaming on rides, parents yelling after their straying children. This is the only place chaos can be such a wonderful thing. A paranoid urge itches at the back of my head, I glance behind me. A man in a black and white shirt and carnival makeup is behind me, walking 5 paces behind. My heart drops and begins to beat a little faster. I look around, nobody is seeing this man, except me. My bones shutter, I break into a slight jog through a crowd. Making my way around strollers and anxious parents. The man mimics my motions and is still on my tail. Still, no one seems to pay him any attention or even notice my discomfort. Panic sets in, I bolt through a nearby fun-house door. “TICKETS!” I gasp as a man grabs my arm. “Oh! I’m sorry sir.” I dig in my pocket and hand the man 4 tickets to enter the fun house. “Sorry about that.” I say to the missing tooth doorman. He scoffs at me and nods his head towards the fun house attraction. I let out a breath of relief, finally free from that weird looking carnival man. Just to be sure, I look back towards the door. The black and white shirt man is standing near the entrance. He looked unsure, his face paint giving him an over-exaggerated expression of contemplation, with a hand up to his chin. I hope he doesn’t do what he’s thinking of doing. He steps through the entrance. My heart skips a beat. What?! Why Didn’t the doorman stop him?! I break into a run, going into the fun-house. This is how people die in horror movies! That thought didn’t help, it only caused me to start sweating profusely. I close my eyes to wipe the sweat from my brow with my sleeve. BAP! I fall on my butt. I look up, my head hurt, my shoulder hurt, I ran straight into a mirror. I rub my forehead and look at the damn mirror. I feel like an idiot. This is a mirror maze. The man steps into view, I see him in 3 different mirrors. I try and stand, but dizziness takes over. I must have hit it harder than I thought. I see the man raise his hand over his mouth in an exaggerated gasp. Feeling defeat, I waited to see what would happen. The man walked up to me. He sighed, the first sound I’d heard him make. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He did a skip-hop and did some weird thing with his hands. “I’m a mime. Here take these, “a few tickets fell out of his sleeve and into his fingers. I grabbed the tickets with my hand that wasn’t on my head “Again sorry, I’m not supposed to talk.“ He winked and walked on through the mirror maze.
This is the story of when I found out what a Mime was.

Koah Multiply Six by Nine			#11
	I went with prompt 4. Sorry about the length. Hope you enjoy reading. <3 It had been some time since I’d been to a carnival. My memory of carnivals brings me back to when I was around six or seven years old, holding dad’s hand, the other hand holding a bag of clumpy cotton candy. Oh what a happy time that was. I let out a heavy sigh. I look around, the carnival was in full swing, children laughing, teens screaming on rides, parents yelling after their straying children. This is the only place chaos can be such a wonderful thing. A paranoid urge itches at the back of my head, I glance behind me. A man in a black and white shirt and carnival makeup is behind me, walking 5 paces behind. My heart drops and begins to beat a little faster. I look around, nobody is seeing this man, except me. My bones shutter, I break into a slight jog through a crowd. Making my way around strollers and anxious parents. The man mimics my motions and is still on my tail. Still, no one seems to pay him any attention or even notice my discomfort. Panic sets in, I bolt through a nearby fun-house door. “TICKETS!” I gasp as a man grabs my arm. “Oh! I’m sorry sir.” I dig in my pocket and hand the man 4 tickets to enter the fun house. “Sorry about that.” I say to the missing tooth doorman. He scoffs at me and nods his head towards the fun house attraction. I let out a breath of relief, finally free from that weird looking carnival man. Just to be sure, I look back towards the door. The black and white shirt man is standing near the entrance. He looked unsure, his face paint giving him an over-exaggerated expression of contemplation, with a hand up to his chin. I hope he doesn’t do what he’s thinking of doing. He steps through the entrance. My heart skips a beat. What?! Why Didn’t the doorman stop him?! I break into a run, going into the fun-house. This is how people die in horror movies! That thought didn’t help, it only caused me to start sweating profusely. I close my eyes to wipe the sweat from my brow with my sleeve. BAP! I fall on my butt. I look up, my head hurt, my shoulder hurt, I ran straight into a mirror. I rub my forehead and look at the damn mirror. I feel like an idiot. This is a mirror maze. The man steps into view, I see him in 3 different mirrors. I try and stand, but dizziness takes over. I must have hit it harder than I thought. I see the man raise his hand over his mouth in an exaggerated gasp. Feeling defeat, I waited to see what would happen. The man walked up to me. He sighed, the first sound I’d heard him make. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He did a skip-hop and did some weird thing with his hands. “I’m a mime. Here take these, “a few tickets fell out of his sleeve and into his fingers. I grabbed the tickets with my hand that wasn’t on my head “Again sorry, I’m not supposed to talk.“ He winked and walked on through the mirror maze. This is the story of when I found out what a Mime was.
		Posted 06-30-2018, 07:43 PM