She stood there, anxious about her first day at work. The training had been scant, at best.
Max had said everything would be fine, but as he placed the blindfold over her eyes her confidence dwindled.
Moments later, metal impacted around her. When the clapping began, she could finally relax.
David likes to write and his ego likes the likes.
Sebastian went to the circus yearly. His grandfather would take him each birthday.
One year, Sebastian lost himself in the crowd. Instead of crying, he climbed.
The Ringmaster saw a child fearlessly scaling the trapeze pole. Impressed, he asked Sebastian, “Would you like a job?”
“I just want my grandpa…”
Stephen Ruh is a 22-year-old student at the University of Kentucky studying Secondary English Education. He loves the art of storytelling, and is always trying to better himself in that medium. He enjoys comedy, poetry, classics, and more. He can dunk a basketball. He auditioned to be in the new Star Wars movies, and received one call back.
Charging into battle astride a fat, stubborn elephant had never been high on General Coriando’s list of Things To Accomplish In Life. As arrows whizzed past his ears, he lamented, “I could’ve been a baker, or a tailor! I could’ve joined the circus!”
The elephant was thinking the same thing.
Gloria was a performer. She’d known it since the day she’d somersaulted out of the egg and into the fish tank with a brilliant smile and a saucy wink.
Now she performed synchronized swimming routines for the world-famous aquatic circus. With fame came fortune: she dined on caviar most evenings.
“I don’t get it,” said Kyle. “They walk across tight-ropes and swing around on bars and ride motorcycles and stuff, but where’s the rest?”
“What do you mean, ‘the rest’?”
“You know, the boss fights. The item gathering. The plot. This is the boringest platformer ever.”
“…We’re at a circus.”