Carny - October 1
Welcome to my serial Carny! I hope you enjoy this little Halloween treat. New episodes will appear every day through October.
Step right up! For just a dime see wonders beyond imagining!
And maybe we'll let you leave with your soul...
Octo
ber 1
Summer held tightly to the world, even though the calendar read October. Ned Copley drove the last-in-line Wonderland truck, rolling into Wildwood just after four in the afternoon. He’d followed the highway to the big lot where the carnival was being pitched, the skeletons of the rides like dinosaur bones against the blue sky. This was his third year with Boss Willy Degroot’s Wonderland Shows, working a magic act. For two years, Copley had been Rupert the Great, but he had a new idea this year, something to fit the season. He still held his old jobs too, talking for Madame Phoenicia’s Garden of Eden girl show and pitching candy between the dancers’ acts. Some nights he made more on the candy than he did from the magic act tip. He also helped old Doc Neimann in his Gallery of Wonders.
Throughout the month, Wonderland would wind across the state, playing nine towns, from Wildwood to Morningside, including a couple of county fairs that were always good money. Doc, Madame Fe, and Copley shared a bally in front of a long façade where banners described Nabonga the Savage Dwarf, Venus – the feature dancer in the Garden of Eden ever since Eve had taken her snake and lit out, Doc’ Museum of Wonders, and Copley’s spooky magic act. Behind the painted façade, a series of tents held the little stages and the pickled and living specimens of Doc’s Museum.
This year, 1961, was really going to be different. Copley felt it in his bones. Not just because he’d turned thirty, but because this year, his new angle was a guaranteed winner. Horror movies played in all the theaters and you couldn’t pass a newsstand without seeing Frankenstein or Dracula. Copley’s new act was Professor Dread and his Demons of Delight, a whole half hour of illusions and gags with a horror theme. Madame Fe’s girls would help out as woo bait on stage, but Copley wanted a dedicated assistant besides the strippers. He figured he could afford to hire one. If he found the right girl, she’d pay her own way in extra tickets. He needed a real demon dame, one who could make a guy happy to go to hell. The girl he wanted with him up there on the stage had to be perfect, the right mix of sexy and funny and sinister, a gal who could wear a shroud or a pair of horns like a debutante bride wears a negligee.
Copley downshifted and parked the truck near the spot where the stages and fronts would go. He’d worry about finding a girl later. There wasn’t a chance in hell he’d find a chick like that in a hick town like Wildwood.
Step right up! For just a dime see wonders beyond imagining!
And maybe we'll let you leave with your soul...
Octo
ber 1Summer held tightly to the world, even though the calendar read October. Ned Copley drove the last-in-line Wonderland truck, rolling into Wildwood just after four in the afternoon. He’d followed the highway to the big lot where the carnival was being pitched, the skeletons of the rides like dinosaur bones against the blue sky. This was his third year with Boss Willy Degroot’s Wonderland Shows, working a magic act. For two years, Copley had been Rupert the Great, but he had a new idea this year, something to fit the season. He still held his old jobs too, talking for Madame Phoenicia’s Garden of Eden girl show and pitching candy between the dancers’ acts. Some nights he made more on the candy than he did from the magic act tip. He also helped old Doc Neimann in his Gallery of Wonders.
Throughout the month, Wonderland would wind across the state, playing nine towns, from Wildwood to Morningside, including a couple of county fairs that were always good money. Doc, Madame Fe, and Copley shared a bally in front of a long façade where banners described Nabonga the Savage Dwarf, Venus – the feature dancer in the Garden of Eden ever since Eve had taken her snake and lit out, Doc’ Museum of Wonders, and Copley’s spooky magic act. Behind the painted façade, a series of tents held the little stages and the pickled and living specimens of Doc’s Museum.
This year, 1961, was really going to be different. Copley felt it in his bones. Not just because he’d turned thirty, but because this year, his new angle was a guaranteed winner. Horror movies played in all the theaters and you couldn’t pass a newsstand without seeing Frankenstein or Dracula. Copley’s new act was Professor Dread and his Demons of Delight, a whole half hour of illusions and gags with a horror theme. Madame Fe’s girls would help out as woo bait on stage, but Copley wanted a dedicated assistant besides the strippers. He figured he could afford to hire one. If he found the right girl, she’d pay her own way in extra tickets. He needed a real demon dame, one who could make a guy happy to go to hell. The girl he wanted with him up there on the stage had to be perfect, the right mix of sexy and funny and sinister, a gal who could wear a shroud or a pair of horns like a debutante bride wears a negligee.
Copley downshifted and parked the truck near the spot where the stages and fronts would go. He’d worry about finding a girl later. There wasn’t a chance in hell he’d find a chick like that in a hick town like Wildwood.
To October 2nd
Copyright 2011 Angela Caperton. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.
Copyright 2011 Angela Caperton. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.
Posted by Angela Caperton at 10/1/2011 9:40 AM 
Categories: Horror, Carny, Angela Caperton, Erotica
Tags: Angela Caperton erotica horror Carny
Categories: Horror, Carny, Angela Caperton, Erotica
Tags: Angela Caperton erotica horror Carny
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