Clown World: Issue 1 -

By Frank Endert

Imagine a world. The Imago Mundi is Natasha's personal favorite masterpiece. It has the ability to port inhabitants on Earth to an entirely new planet in a distant galaxy.

However, it is also a dangerous toy that should not be left unsupervised. Her apprentice has taken liberties with the device while the static reality on Earth has been breached by a deranged mage. Monday no longer exists.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Frank Endert
• Release date: Sep 3, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476432267

Frank Endert

Frank Endert focuses most of his writing within the horror, fantasy, and sci-fi fiction genre. Although, he resides in sunny Santa Rosa, Frank was spawned from Stockton, California. He spent a good portion of his misspent youth directing, acting, and writing. As for any author running out of plot ideas, in regards to fear, misery, or violence, Frank recommends that you come visit his home town. The night life will give you something to write about. Contact: [e-mail]

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Clown World

by Frank Endert

Issue 1 : The IMAGO MUNDI

Copyright 2012 by Frank Endert

Smashwords Edition

Chapter 1

The Crawfish Dream Asylum:

A manufactured realm connected to Earth

The latch screeched in pain to the turning of the iron key. With the tumblers compromised, the first intruder pushed the large door open. The noise of laughter and loud conversations ushered the two strangers into the large room.

The couple looked to each other and entered. Disguised, her mask was made of bone ash porcelain with oval eyelets; a series of red painted hearts dripped down her right cheek - emulating tears. His mask was made of latex, dark, and molded into a snarling visage of a wild beast, with a canine snout and white pointed teeh.

As he held her hand, he approached an antiquated machine. Beneath the half-mask, he spoke, Well, here it is.

In the dim room, she nodded, affirmatively.

He let go of her hand and searched for the main kill switch on the device and flicked it. The room ignited with a carnival of lights and electronic noises.

The bright glow from the machine licked into her face as she took in the glamour of the apparatus. Moving her gaze upward, she saw a dominant metallic sign with the words IMAGO MUNDI branded on it.

Below the sign, a large primal Tiki statue stood, perched on a pedestal that was attached to the wall. Arms stretched out to the ceiling, the Tiki god held an old train station clock over its head. It chirped methodic tics to affirm the passing of time. Below all of that, was a huge wheel fastened to the same back wall. Two glass deprivation tanks were bound on the wheel with horizontal straps made of brass and capped on the bottom and top with brass lids. Each tank was secured to the opposite sides of the wheel.

The man spoke, "This is her