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Writer's pictureMolly Ann Carruth

Bottles Of Laughter

Her clown was sleeping, curled up in the corner of the bed. She felt bad because she had been using him more than usual lately. A handful of tragedies had hit her recently, and she needed that extra boost in her day to get by.

“How are you doing, little guy? Thank you for getting me through this. I couldn’t do it without you,” she whispered to him, trying not to wake him.

She had to take the bottle down to the shop for regular maintenance. To keep your clown system healthy, this is what you did. Over the years, they figured out what kept everyone happy, the clowns and the humans. Essentially, they figured out they needed to keep the clowns happy because they made all the magic happen.

When it began, the clowns would die out. They had to come up with a way to keep the system going. There was a lot of back and forth between the clowns and the humans until they found a happy medium where both parties could stay satisfied. Empathy finally grew over the years, helping humans to understand the bigger picture better.

The clowns asked for time off to regenerate, and the humans continued to use the magical powers of the clowns. The bottles would attach to a bigger container to help the clowns reset at night. A sort of scientific cleansing that cleared any magical residue that may have built up.

For centuries, clowns were used as a sort of antidepressant for humans. People would watch the clowns perform, and then the performance would transform into a smoke you could breathe in. Its effects were instant. It had its pros and cons for both parties. Sometimes it was extremely destructive towards the clowns when it became too much, causing them to lose their life force and disintegrate. If they weren’t used enough, they would wither and die, like a plant that wasn’t watered. Each clown came with a set of instructions and a background.




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