Circus of Freaks Ch 1
A whisper out in the crowded streets. "Come see our show." A handful of people hear the soft voice and are beckoned by curiousity to follow its source. An armful don't even heed it and keep on walking. No one wants to see a show that uses a person with such a small voice to advertise.
But some, they want to differ from normal routines. Adventurous, some may say. Stupid, others reply. Either way, people still go to see the show. There are more people there to watch than any of them expected.
Buying their own tickets, they each go their own way. To the trapeze walkers, the sword swallowers, the magicians, and the freaks.
Aren't they always drawn to the freaks in the circus?
The one with two heads, the one with a horn sticking out of their head, the one with three arms. People are just drawn to other different ones. They all gather 'round and laugh, or stare in awe of their deformities. Some are just seen to be humiliated, such as when rotten fruit is thrown