Start writing...I am the Author of Circus by Christopher Shavers and the Author in Faceless Entertainment. I love to write and perform. Be it me bringing nightmares to life in stories or my journey through poetry. Enjoy the Show.
Penny Dreadful Chapter 2
Prologue Dear Diary, It’s raining today. The rain makes me sad. Reminds me of the last time I saw dad. The kitty comforted me so I decided to name them Papi. Another day where I really don’t want to go outside. But at least this time, I’m not alone. Papi is by my side. Especially now that Miss Cat Lady is moving out. She was such a nice lady. Oh well, I’ll just have to keep Papi with me all the time now. But I do wonder if anyone will move into her apartment any time soon. I hope it’s an old cat grandpa.
Penny Dreadful Chapter 1
Prologue Dear Diary, I met the cutest cat today. She was hiding behind a dumpster by the bakery. I was hungry and thought Mr. Joe would have some cold rolls. But seeing such a cute cat behind the dumpster was a bonus. I took her to the bakery with me. I planned to get us both something sweet. Mr. Joe was extra nice today. It was weird. He seemed focused but in a different way. After ordering, he started to cry. He told me that I was going to be his last customer. Some mean loan guy was going to close Mr. Joe’s bakery. Which I can’t let happen. Where else am I gonna get my slightly cold bread from? I’ll have to think of a name for the cute cat later. Oh, and sneak her into my apartment. She’ll have to stay with Miss Cat Lady until I get back. In the meanwhile, I need to help Mr. Joe. I have the bestest idea. I just need to try to remember the loan guy’s name.
Circus: Hells Kitchen Chapter 4
The Sun and The Son A man woke up chained to a metal chair beaten and bloody. He groaned in pain as he looked around. He was under a beam of sunlight in a very spacious concrete room. He could vaguely make out a metal table that appeared to have something laying on it. He squinted to see that there was a much farther metal door with an antique vinyl player by it.
Circus: Hells Kitchen Chapter 3
Welcome To Life Jr walked out of a salon with dyed black hair. He looked into a nearby puddle and slightly smirked at how much he looked like his father’s human form. He turns to ask K where they should look first. He looked around and didn’t see K. He walked back inside the salon to see the workers swooning over K. They complimented on how great the black hair dye looked on him and worked well with his crystal blue eyes. Jr glared at K, “We need to go.” K nodded and excused himself from the workers and slid by to walk out. The workers called out in unison with either a ‘call me’ or ‘come back soon’.
Circus: Hells Kitchen Chapter 2
Crack the Whip The wave of bats reformed into K sliding towards the scene. A scene he hasn’t allowed himself to forget even to this very day. K dropped to his knees, crying for the first time in his existence. Crying at the site of the big top on fire. Burning a dark blue and yellow flame. Burning under a dark sky that only smiled in K’s pale face.
Circus: Hells Kitchen Chapter 1
Prayer Amira wakes up in her bed rubbing her eyes. She yawned as she knocked on the coffin on the other side of the room. “Jr, it’s morning. Get up or mom’s gonna be mad.” The coffin slightly opened, “Fiiiiiiiine.” a skeleton sluggishly came out the coffin. Amira kissed the skull after it rolled away from the body. Jr began to take on his human form while stretching. Amira told him how excited she was to get to help him and Avery plan the acts for the upcoming Circus. Jr didn’t react much to her excitement outside of the occasional smile.
Carnival: Mother Knows Best
“Mama… I think…I’m afraid.” Onyx looked at Courage, shocked. Her eyes turned back to dark blue as she observed him bury his face further. “Ma faiblesse, it is okay to be afraid.” her eyes flashed light green, she held up her umbrella to block more of Larmes’ tears. She looked at Larmes with a stern look, “it’s what you do in the face of fear that is important.”
Carnival: Nobody's Home
Roy was looking at his emptied room. He was filled with pride and nostalgia. He had lived in his apartment for 7 years. Straight out of high school, through the rough times of college, three failed relationships, and four lousy jobs. He said bye to the room, walked out, and hugged his former roommate one last time. His roommate gave him a bottle of alcohol and they parted ways. Roy was sad to leave but ecstatic to see his first house.