Soon I grew weary of circus life. It was a rather boring circus anyway. What kind of circus is based around pleasant padded rooms, medications, and constant mind numbing counseling from Doctor Johnston? They never did help me to develop my powers, as I had hoped, but instead insisted that they were all just a figment of my imagination. Further they insisted that my parent really had died in a car accident! I simply don’t understand, why would Gothgora lie to me unless she had some sort of ulterior motive... I simply can’t believe that! Gothgora is kind to me; it was she after all who helped me escape my dungeon in my Aunt and Uncles cupboard giving me the strength to crawl out of that tunnel and into the light of the sun.
I think that Doctor Johnston and the staff here at the circus are all in league with he-who-can-be-smelled…Or in other words Lord El Stincko himself!
I knew I had to get away from this circus. They had taken care of me, given me food and water, but now that I knew they were in league with El Stincko they couldn’t be trusted. I knew I had to escape without them noticing as well, least they try and stop me.
That very night, Gothgora came to me in a dream. She also has powers. She told me of a secret window in the circus that wasn’t wired with any alarms. But she told me that I would need to be fast because they did have cameras watching, watching, watching…
The dream ended as I woke with a start. It was now or never! I decided that I had to use my powers to get out though I was woefully untrained. I opened the door to my room and covered my eyes with my hands screaming at the top of my lungs: I’m invisible! I’m invisible! And it worked; no one could see me… I slipped through the shadows of the circus and made my escape. I had to fight off a few of the circus staff with my eyes closed and I did have to find my way to the window practically blind but somehow I made it out safe and sound.
The next chapter in my journey had begun…
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
My Aunt and Uncle; Part 2
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My Aunty Victoria and Uncle Robert, married at a young age, or well I suppose at least Uncle Robert married at a young age, in any case their marriage hasn’t been very kind to either them over the years. Despite my feelings of bitterness toward them for having locked me in the cupboard for more than 12 years I decided that I should post them to this blog to give the faceless monsters a face so to speak. My Aunt was very fond of using a wooden switch to beat me when I disobeyed her, and my uncle would merely sit on me and wait until I could no longer breathe. That was before they locked me in the cupboard. Alone in the darkness I waited for my day, the day when I would finally break free. If you ever find yourself locked in a cupboard I suggest counting or multiplying, to pass the long hours of solitude. If you let them the voices in your head will start to convince you that you are actually something that you are not, like a wizard for example or a pony from pony land. I once thought I was a lump of mold cheese and… well that is beside the point.
The giantess named Gothgora, who I mentioned before, discovered of my whereabouts and she devised a cleaver plan to break me out of my solitary confinement. Using shovel and pickax she managed to tunnel—over a period of about 12 years—directly under the house. Imagine my surprise when a giantess in a pink raincoat popped out of the ground practically right in front of me. I thought I had gone insane!
We shared a quick snack of cheese cake, she shared my parents’ true identity and thankfully spirited me away from my depressing existence to the mysterious and magical world of the circus.
Every day I talk with the chief of the circus, he calls it counseling. He likes to wear a nice clean white suit that is oh so very clean. He says that I should call him Doctor Johnston, kind of a strange name for someone who runs a circus if you ask me. Oh well…
Biography of Me!!! Part 1
My name is Elliot, this blog is secret and just for me so if you were thinking that this blog was going to be useful to you, you are very much mistaken. However, I suppose that if you must admire my life’s story you may read on with discretion. The inspiration for this blog was basically a desire to get all of my thoughts, which are in no way silly or frivolous out on paper; it reminds me of another one of my ideas involving an outhouse and several tons of dynamite. Quite brilliant really I just wished that I had remembered to bring an umbrella that day.
I was originally going to make this blog about my experiences overcoming my serious addiction to Chicken ‘n a Biskit crackers. The doctors told me that if I didn’t quit my life would be reduced to about 35 years of age. I gave up on that about a month ago so I guess that wouldn’t really work. Chicken ‘n a Biskit is just too delicious. I eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
I spent the better part of my childhood locked in a cupboard under the staircase in our apartment building in Hollywood. My aunt and uncle told me that my parents died in a horrible car crash accident involving three diesels and a train. That turned out to be a lie when a giantess in a long pink raincoat came to inform me that I was actually related to two of the most famous circus performers in history. My mother was the bearded lady and my father was the man who could bend himself into a tiny one foot box. But they had actually been murdered by a jealous and nose less clown named Lord El Stinko. This explains my childhood fear of clowns and stinky cheese. I later learned the reason why my aunt and uncle didn’t want anyone to know that my parents were in the circus also became clear…But not only that they locked me in the closet because they learned that I had inherited certain powers from my deceased parents, God bless their souls.
My lifelong mission is simple. I want revenge for what Lord El Stinko did to me and I will not rest until justice is served to him and his evil nose-less gang of cultish followers. That and I want to own a toy shop centered on My Little Pony products.
I was originally going to make this blog about my experiences overcoming my serious addiction to Chicken ‘n a Biskit crackers. The doctors told me that if I didn’t quit my life would be reduced to about 35 years of age. I gave up on that about a month ago so I guess that wouldn’t really work. Chicken ‘n a Biskit is just too delicious. I eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
I spent the better part of my childhood locked in a cupboard under the staircase in our apartment building in Hollywood. My aunt and uncle told me that my parents died in a horrible car crash accident involving three diesels and a train. That turned out to be a lie when a giantess in a long pink raincoat came to inform me that I was actually related to two of the most famous circus performers in history. My mother was the bearded lady and my father was the man who could bend himself into a tiny one foot box. But they had actually been murdered by a jealous and nose less clown named Lord El Stinko. This explains my childhood fear of clowns and stinky cheese. I later learned the reason why my aunt and uncle didn’t want anyone to know that my parents were in the circus also became clear…But not only that they locked me in the closet because they learned that I had inherited certain powers from my deceased parents, God bless their souls.
My lifelong mission is simple. I want revenge for what Lord El Stinko did to me and I will not rest until justice is served to him and his evil nose-less gang of cultish followers. That and I want to own a toy shop centered on My Little Pony products.
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