There were all kinds of activities with prizes. There was a cake walk but it was all weird cakes that didnt use eggs because of course those were hard to get. Mrs X was all dressed up like a fortune teller and was sitting inside a little makeshift tent made out of a sheet. She had a candle and a big glass paperweight with swirls in it that she was calling her “crystal ball.” She called herself Mad...

Part two of “Andrew!”

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***20 years later***

“You can run, but you can’t hide!” The booming voice roared.

Bree knew that. Still, she ran. She ran through the halls as fast as she could. Her claustrophobia was overwhelming as the grey walls seemed to close into her. Why did it seem the more Bree ran, the further away the exit became?

Bree screamed out in rage. She had to get away. She had...

Roars the wind, cackles the lady.

Boils the steel pot, hisses the cat.

Swirls the crystal, ‘round n’ ‘round.

The fortune teller and her mysterious orb. Floating and declaring your far and near future. A token, a coin, a bit. Put it in her palm and watch her hands move over the glass ball in rhythm.

Sitting in a tent of red, east of this old town. She’ll tell you your wildest dreams. She’ll read ...

The buzzing of the lively performers halted when someone stepped into the room. Cosette strained to see who it was from her hidden position.

“Alright everyone, it is time to get this show on the road and head to our next city,” the Ringmaster said. She orchestrated their movements in the performance, and she seemed to here as well.

Cosette remembered her from the shiny purple and gold jacket th...

It was chaos.

Everything was in motion in Cosette’s vision. Going from the dim, empty tent, to the lively, loud room shocked her.

She quickly ducked down under a table to her right. With the shield of the cloth, she could focus easier on the noises.

Everything was noisy. The animated performers chattered. Their steps were smooth yet loud enough to make their presence known. From the small gap ...

(Not exactly the prompt, but it involves a circus tent which is close enough. This will be in three parts because of the limited word count. It’s already fully written. I wrote this for thing for my school.)

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“How do they do it?”

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Circuses amazed the young Cosette Chiman. Her aunt told her stories of when she was Cosette’s age and witnessed its magic. Every retelling of the dynamic ac...

The old owl witch waits

Yes, she’ll tell you a secret,

But with circumstance....

One mystical night I had such a dream

I wandered the forest in a gown colored cream

It was surely like nothing I’d seen

How did I get here what did it mean

A tent in a clearing deep reds in between

I peeked through the opening for the light source unseen

And then I saw it a Chrystal chandelier

As I ventured closer a woman dressed in red in front of a

Sphere

She was older I noticed but her b...

We saw the big red tent while looking for hot dogs to go with our frozen schlurpees. “Madame Blavatsky Tells All”, the sign out front said.

“Why does she have her own tent?” I asked.

Frieda shrugged. “People think she’s the real deal.”

We sipped our drinks as we watched the parade of people going in and out. Sometimes smiling, sometimes grim.

“Some say she can predict your death,” Frieda als...

“C’mon Corey it’ll be fun. What’s the harm?” Alice pouted her plump red lips. Fidgeting, Corey shuffled. Alice pulled at his arm. Polly laughed.

“Stop being a wuss, man,” Justin said and shoved Corey’s shoulder. The foursome walked out of the din of the carnival and stepped into the quiet glow of the fortune teller’s tent.

Incense, smoky and spicy, greeted them. Tall curtains cut the tent into sm...