See here for my intro to what I’m doing this month. Check the bottom of the post for links to other people that are participating on their own blogs.

Five Random Words:

  • crossbeams
  • accomplishments
  • rings
  • performer
  • horror

Free Association:

  • brass
  • circus
  • trapeze
  • clown
  • car
  • phone booth
  • Superman
  • Batman
  • The Joker
  • Harley Quinn
  • Suicide Squad
  • comic books
  • Silver Surfer
  • surfboard
  • surfing
  • waves
  • oceans
  • sharks
  • jellyfish
  • sting
  • pain
  • leg
  • four years old
  • Galveston Beach
  • Houston
  • Superbowl
  • Patriots
  • cheaters
  • sore losers


I hefted my trusty axe in both hands and prepared for battle against more C.L.O.W.N.S. on the other side of the door. With a deep breath that I exhaled hard, I kicked the shit out of the door in front of me. It flew open and slammed into the wall. The force of that impact rebounded the door back at me, but I was prepared for it. I took the solid wood door on my shoulder and charged into the room.

A single person afflicted by C.L.O.W.N.S. sat on desk in the middle of the office. It slurped and wetly gnawed on something covered in fur. At this point, it was impossible to tell if the poor creature had once been a cat, small dog, large rat, or something else.

I didn’t much care about what kind of animal it had once been because the moment the door slammed open, the clown lurched off of the desk and went down in a clumsy heap. Disturbing an eating clown was the best way to get the jump on them. They tended to not notice much else once the chewing started.

With a barbaric yawp, I charge the clown and swung my axe toward its neck. With a last-second flinch, it managed to almost get out of the way. My axe bit deep into the thing’s shoulder and lodged deep in the bone.

Other Participants:

Stace Johnson