Charlitok stands in line with the other veteran soldiers.
The commander is awarding accommodations.
Charlitok is proudly advancing to join an elite group who dawn the freshly killed head of a mighty grizzly bear.
Charlitok digs his heals into the soft earth, holds his head high, and tenses his muscles in attention.
As his commander lowers the head of the bear he feels a massive weight of responsibility to protect his brethren soldiers and the tribe.
“Good job Charlie, next scout rank is Webelos right?” his Mom says.
The applause and screams from the tribe echo in Charlitok’s ears.
Danny Machal August 2nd, 2009
I drove my silver 1932 Roadster down to the Boardwalk.
This car was a real panty dropper, but I preferred to pay for the good stuff.
I blew my wad on the hooker and hotel.
Payday was right around the corner.
I cruised around town to Marvin Gardens to get some blow, the good stuff.
Not the third rate shit they cut with baking soda over on Baltic Ave.
Live fast, die young.
I drove the panty dropper toward my house on Pacific to get high and die.
Didn’t see that damn cop until it was too late.
Danny Machal July 25th, 2009
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