March Of The Clowns

Opening paragraph of... something. Don't expect to ever finish it but I liked it, so hey.

MARCH OF THE CLOWNS

The Fair took up the whole of the common with its sprawling lights, sounds and sights. For all the world it looked like London had settled in the centre of Jadespring, bringing with it a band of misfits that looked as out of place walking down its quaint little streets as any of the occasional foreigners who turned up out of the blue, usually to be driven away again to the shots of a rifle or two.

You couldn’t miss the garish posters sprawled across all the shop windows, stating, in no uncertain terms, that ‘The World Famous Geshreik Fair Has Come to You!’ Well, none in the town had ever heard of it, so it was widely accepted that the ‘World Famous’ part was most probably a lie of some kind.

The travelling carnival incorporated rides, such as the merry-go-round carousel, sideshows, the normal, gypsy women telling fortune and coconut shys, but at the centre lay a towering circus tent. It was coloured red and cold, and as you walked inside it, you were transported into some coliseum of ancient times, a place of barbarism and blood. It wasn’t a mere tent for the forays of abnormal humans. It was an arena. 

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[C.C. Marx]

I think you should finish it! the last sentence "It was an arena." really got me interested like a min cliffhanger! This is so unfair lol :)