Creative Writing Piece

Authors Note: This was a journal entry, but I really like it so I turned it into a post. It's about a girl who is being attacked by freaky clowns.She's on a Ferris wheel and doesn't know what to do. Read on and see how she escapes, if she does...

Round and around it goes, slowly making its way up

                                                                                         then down.

Screeching noises fill the carnival, for all that is left are the creepy clowns and me.

"I wouldn't look down if I were you!" said one of them. He was wearing a rainbow wig, and giant red shoes. His suit was colorfully checkered, with a daisy pinned to his shirt. One that squirts water out of its center. I sit there in the cart all alone, and look down to find a mob of clowns, dressed just as crazily as the next. They were climbing the steps that lead to an open cart. Four of them piled on, while another clown started up the machine again.

One by one, the four clowns take their turn leaping, and grabbing hold to the various wires and poles, each growing closer and closer to me. I began to panic. My first instinct was to jump off the machine, then realized I would  be surrounded by more clowns. What is it that they want from me? It's surely not my stuffed animal that I won from playing Ski Ball, and I have no money on me...

Screeeeech.

The machine stops again allowing more clowns to jump on. Then, I hear a loud CLUNK.
A clown has jumped on the top of my cart. I screamed as loud as I could, hoping it would help. It doesn't. Now there's two clowns on my cart. Three, four, five. There's so many that it weighs down the cart, and the wheel begins to go in the other direction. This sudden change was something the clowns on top were not expecting. Each of them fall off, and land hard on the pavement. Now, all I have to worry about are the ones below.

"You better hang on!" said another clown below. He was turning the speed of the wheel on turbo. The machine picks up speed, and flings a couple of the dangling clowns off of the wheel. They're sent flying into the air, only soon  find themselves knocked out on the pavement too. A couple of the clowns even hit the others on the ground too. My cart is getting closer to the bottom. What do I do?

I realize I need to take action. Only two clowns are still hanging from the wheel, and about ten are on the ground. What should I do? The cart I'm in is getting closer…

CLUNK.

Another clown is on my cart. I can't take it any more. I jump off of the cart, and land on the wheel's spoke. Then, I regain balance, and swing myself up so I'm sitting on it. Next, I scoot my butt towards the center, and grab hold of the spoke above me. It's challenging to keep up with the pace of the wheel, but I repeat this process again and again. It's my only hope. My arms are growing tired, and I have no choice but to give up. I gently let go of the spoke, and free fall my way down. Just as I'm about to land in the angry clowns' hands, I wake up to find myself in a Ferris Wheel.  My family is with me, and when they see me open my eyes they say

"Did you have a good nap? You seemed tired so we let you fall asleep."

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Can we get off this thing? I want to go home."