Take the situation of a clown putting on make-up before an illuminated mirror. He has just been evicted from his flat. Write up to 250 words of Writing his thoughts, using stream of consciousness.
The tears of a clown. I paint them on, black pencil in hand, tear shape. I am so practised at this, just as I am practised at crying the real thing. Homeless, oh my God, where will i go tonight. Bags are sitting behind. Perhaps I can sleep here. Tears threaten, But not now. I must not cry now, it will ruin the paint on tears. No one wants to see my face streaked with black. No, time to paint on the false smile. Big red lips. Gruesome some might think. Like the joker in batman. Not really a smile but an injury. Slashed by life, blood red wound. My teeth look yellow – too much nicotine, breathing in smoke, breathing in death, and painting on a smile and false tears. Dying inside, have been for years. Dying, dying, dead. Take the knife end it. Who would care. Wouldn’t need a bed then, just a coffin and the cold damp earth. Welcome it, embrace it. Blessed darkness, as black as the paint in my hand. No, it is time to go. The show must go on.