“Execute this foul creature post haste,” the King commanded.
Heads in the throne room twisted about to see who among them had been condemned. The young squire of a visiting Knight trembled in fear at the end of the King’s authoritative gaze.
“Friends do you not smell the stench? This young man has spoiled himself where he stands.”
The entire Royal Court began to take notice of the small throne room being quickly enveloped in the fragrance of sewage.
“Quickly now. We shall resume council in the east wing dining room.”
Strong guards seized the young man ignoring the pleas for mercy and innocence from his Knight. He was promptly beheaded in the square.
That evening as the maids were cleaning the throne room the stench remained.
The keenest nosed among them was determined to track the smell. She was lead to the King’s own royal cushion. There a dark brown stain was found, crusted deep into the intricate embroidery. A pact thick as a bloodline sisterhood was instantly bestowed upon the women. No one who valued their life would breathe a word of the royal shat. Not that you wanted to breathe in there anyway.
Danny Machal July 20th, 2015
“Excuse me sire can you please calm down,” the butler pleaded as prince Nicholas was walking around the room.
“I am King Henry VIIIs great great great great great great great grandson so no one can tell me what to do,” Prince Nicholas shouted at his butler.
“I am very sorry sire,” the butler said in fear.
Prince Nicholas saw the fear in his butlers eyes an said, “I am sorry for shouting at you John.”
Nicholas was very stressed. “Please sit down dad,” one of his children said. “You look stressed.”
“Thank you for saying that Georgia,” Nicholas said as he was sitting down.
“PPBBFFFFFFFFTTT!” The chair made a loud fart noise and Georgia said, “there was a whoopee cushion on granddad’s throne.”
And everyone in the room laughed. Even Nicholas.
“It is no surprise that Sarah’s 10 year old mind would bring us a contemporary glimpse into the life of King Henry’s decedents this week. Mainly, revealing one of the oldest pranks in the book.” – Danny
Danny Machal July 20th, 2015
Jacques stared defeated at his dropped steaming kielbasa. There it lay, gathering gravel and dirt.
“I’ll kill you Maurice.”
A jar of mustard thrown shattered on the ground staining the meat an off yellow.
“My Dijon will live forever Auguste!” A second jar of mustard thrown broke upon the cobblestone in the same place.
Jacques stood transfixed, ignorant of the surrounding chaos.
Crowds stomped the pavement in pursuit of one another.
Jacques lifted the dripping link with his fingers. He hesitated only a moment before taking a bite.
A smile emerged through lips dripping with mustard.
Grey Poupon was born.
Danny Machal July 17th, 2015
“When am I?” wondered Jen. “Late 1800s maybe?”
Jen was a member of a band called “Killer Chains” and was known as “Blue Chains.”
But she was also an undercover time traveler which traveled around the world in her house on wheels named “Veronica.”
One day she decided to randomly press a button without looking and stay there for a few hours.
After she pressed the button she swirled through a vortex of colors and old items.
After that she arrived in an old timey place and started driving Veronica around the area surprising every single person that she passed.
My 10 year old step daughter Sarah is back this week with an undercover time traveler. She was inspired by the photo below and one of her most recent Lego creations “Veronica.” Which is apparently a motorhome that enables time travel. – Danny
Danny Machal July 16th, 2015
Delphine always wanted to pilot her father’s plane and when he forgot his keys on her tenth birthday, she knew that taking off would be easy.
Delphine was a spoiled ten year old with rich parents and her dad was a pilot.
She always wanted to fly his plane around the area.
On her birthday her dad lost his keys and she knew that today was her big chance.
She scavenged the house for an hour until she found them under her dad’s bed.
“THIS IS GOING TO BE AWESOME!!” Delphine shouted in excitement as she put on her jacket.
She started the engine and took off from her backyard. But after flying for a while the engine stopped and she plummeted into a mountain.
“BOOM!!!” She woke up from a dream in terror and decided never to fly a plane ever again.
This MFTS entry is from my step daughter Sarah. She is 10 years old and full of razor sharp whit. She has shown interest in taking up the baton here at our writing domain. So we support her efforts and look forward to more stories from her. – Danny (Read more Sarah Stories).
Danny Machal July 15th, 2015