This weekend I heard the call of the midway barker...."Step right up, that's right folks, we're gonna have a show right here!  Come on over for the big show!  Gather 'round!  You've heard everyone talking about it and it's here...the carnival is town!  All live, all right inside the gates!  Come on in....see shows, ride the rides..."  The words reverberated in my head over and over.  Dizzying lights of the rides, the smells of the deep fried food.  All the glitz and all glamor, the travel to new and far away spots...the carefree life of a carny.  I did it....I joined right up.....ready for my SLife on road.

My first stop....wardrobe.  Suited up in a lovely ensemble sure to catch the eye.  Being only really talented with the pen vs the sword, I spent most of the day as a barker.  Shouting out to grab the attention the various passersby.  My voice thundering above the crowds in a manner to get them to pay me mind and see what I was pedaling.

So You Wanna Be A Carny .....

Some may ask where I came from at sometimes it brings a tear to my eye. My given name has always been Delilahlee but some may not know that I was born together with my sister Destiny. We were one .A true "freak of nature".I myself came to see this more of a blessing then a curse .My sister and I were sold to many different Freak shows and had many owners .One day Destiny stopped  moving and we were tossed out of the  Freak show and made to live in a Barn.So one day I took it upon myself to remove Destiny.I wanted to be free  .Destiny was starting  to smell and rot .So I picked up a  chainsaw and went to work and that is the last thing  I remember of my old life .

I got a call from Bawnie, the Ringmaster.  She said a bunch of all dolled-up girly models had just been dropped off on a tour bus, and that she needed me on the midway as soon as possible, even though it was supposed to be my day off.  It was the crack of dawn, dammit!  Who did she think she was? I grumbled and sat on the edge of the bed.  My feet hit the floor and I said good morning to the King, in what has turned out to be my morning ritual here at the trailer park.

As the wheel turned, gears grinded and screeched as if someone had stuck a wedge between the spokes of a child's bicycle. The ferris wheel had jolted into a sudden haunt. Passengers screamed in terror while children began to cry. In that split moment, the sheer terror that coated the carnival's atmosphere could be heard for miles. The carts which contained the fear stricken, panicking passengers viciously rocked back and forth. A pale faced, young boy leaned over the edge of the highest cart and began to vomit profusely. A woman cried out to turn the ride back on, but her pleading was silenced as if no one had heard her. Everything was teetering on the edge of disaster. There was only one way to escape the ferris wheel fiasco and that was to climb down.