Little Jacob took cover under his Blankey to hide from the scary noise.
“Dad?” he squeaked out.
A massive boom and crackle forced him to put his hands over his little ears.
‘Just a bad dream. Mom says they can hurt me,’ he thought.
His eyes began to burn and water. Was something on fire?
He left Blankey’s protection and crawled on his knees to see if the door was hot.
He dropped to the floor at the sound again and wept.
Jacob heard Mommy’s muffled voice, “Go sleep downstairs, that is disgusting. No more chili night.”
Danny Machal July 18th, 2009
Children of the Garden Wars
by: Danny Machal
“Hoppers of the Outlands, come forth.” Lord Cottontail and his guards stood in the middle of the Thicket.
The bushes rustled with movement. Camouflage piles of wood and sticks stirred with golden eyes agape. The Outland Hoppers, around thirty in number, covered ground sheepishly and slowly. They kept their black and brown faces pointed down as they neared the flawless white fur of Lord Cottontail.
“Who is in charge here? Why have you not rallied your fighters to take part in tonight’s raid?”
Lord Cottontail beckoned for none other than the old greying Hopper chief, Long Ear. A path formed among the bowed noses and lowered ears, out emerged the large Long Ear towering over Cottontail.
“I am my Lord, my name is Long Ear. We coexist in peace with the Crawlers here. This is your conflict, not ours.” The most massive of Cottontail’s guards stepped forward; Cottontail ordered the guard back into line with a flick of his ear.
“Not yours? My brother we are all in this fight together. Why a crawler last night just took one of our young from Hoppiton. How can you sit there and say such things? A poor mother’s child lays digesting in the belly of one of those slithering vermin,” Cottontail said.
Danny Machal July 16th, 2009
Sunset – two children play in an overgrown meadow far from home.
“Do you see that Danny?” Katrina stared ahead and quivered at the approaching wall of mist.
“I see it. It’s coming at us fast,” Danny took Katrina’s hand. She squeezed hard and inched herself close to him.
A torrent of wind propelled the thick white blinding mist, engulfing the two kids. Katrina shut her eyes burying her face in Danny’s chest.
“Danny I’m scared,” she shouted, crying.
The screaming wind died. Katrina opened her tear blurred eyes.
She stood alone, sobbing.
The mist had taken Danny away from her.
Danny Machal July 12th, 2009
That’s right guys and dolls. The great Danny Machal has earned a seat at the table of the BubbleGum elite. Second place in the second 2009 quarter of the BWC (bubblegum world championship). When I recorded that first fluke bubble around the middle of May I posted here and put it in my YouTube channel. People started to watch it and I discovered the notations feature for YouTube videos. So, I put my url in there in a whoreish plea to generate website traffic. It worked. I figured with all the new media marketing hype floating around, I’d see where I could take it.
I got educated about bubblegum and what it took to blow monsters. What were the pros using? How are they able to do it? Can I learn to do it? Two words will answer all those questions – Dubble Bubble (get some).
I knew about the BWC from my research but I never really thought about entering. I kept recording bubbles and posting them online as they got bigger and bigger. It was the BWC commissioner Bobby “boom boom” Bickerson that approached me and said I should give it a shot. What did I have to lose? Worst case I get last place, but at least DannyMachal.com will be posted somewhere new, which is what I really wanted.
So the results came in and I got second place! How cool is that? Alright let’s say it together, ready?
“I know the number two ranked bubblegum blower in the WORLD!”
Big thanks to Bobby and the BWC – this is so much fun.
Here is a link to the results.
Below is the video my entry came from.
Danny Machal July 9th, 2009
Shakespeare leaned against a brick wall contemplating ancient prose.
‘Let’s face it, this stuff was drudging to read and made even the most poor pauper wish for the guillotine,’ he thought.
There was an explosion of brick and a brightly dressed man appeared.
“Art thou bored?!” the man shouted.
“Is this entirely appropriate? You can’t just…” but he was interrupted.
“Step into a SLIM JIM!” the rough looking man was forceful.
He proceeded to bite vigorously on a stick of meat. A snap was heard and the nearby grain mill exploded, showering them with bits of debris.
Danny Machal July 5th, 2009