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“The Monster in the Attic”
(A Classique Doodle from 9/11/2011)
Clifford wasn’t sure what it was, or whence it did came
Why, the Monster in the Attic didn’t even have a name.
It demanded the boy feed it babies, and if Clifford didn’t comply
The beast would eat his parents, and his entire family would die.
So Clifford brought it some infants; but only just a few!
He didn’t want to lose his family, so what else could he do?
He felt guilty stealing newborns, but rationalized it away
They were only stupid babies, and he “had” to obey!
But soon a baby a week became several each night
And Clifford only wishes that he had put up a fight
And not let the problem get to this advanced stage
But now that he has, he feels trapped in a cage.
While it’s easier to keep going than to right all his wrongs
It doesn’t solve anything; the problem only prolongs.
So the Monster gets bigger, as Young Clifford feeds it still
He knows he has to stop… but he just doesn’t have the will.
Originally Posted 9/11/2011
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“The Monster’s Eggs”
IN THE NEAR FUTURE, one of the best occupations to be found
Is “Professional Monster Hunter”, where ya get paid by the pound.
The bigger the vicious Monster, the more money is at stake
Controlling Monster population with legal murder, “for their own sake”.
Young Pete Hastings joins the fun, looking for monster eggs after school
He gets 50 whole cents for each egg he squishes, which is pretty cool.
That’s good money for now, and great training for a career
But as he stepped into the monster’s cave, something felt queer.
The multicoloured monster eggs were laid out, almost as if on display
And while he knew something was wrong, he really “needed” the pay
Plus he just wanted to squash ‘dem fetuses, feel the pop under his shoes,
Pete really loved that sound, and how the amniotic fluid would ooze ^__^
So… he ignored the pungent stench, the aroma of monster in the air,
The unmistakable scent of a Mama Monster, warning “Intruder Beware!”
Out of the shadows came his death, and his skin was tore off like a peel
Later on, Pete was regurgitated… for the hatched monsterlings first meal.
Posted 2/1/2012
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Grgrznyk the Demon was finally going to shove it in his dad’s stupid face.
His dad always teased him, taunted him, telling him that he wasn’t Demon enough to kidnap a baby from a crying mother’s desperate clutches— and even if he DID somehow luck into a living baby, he wouldn’t know the first thing to do with it. Young Demons of today are SOFT!
Well, dammit, Grgrznyk was gonna show his dad what’s what… now, he might not have ripped the baby from a mother’s loving embrace because it seemed overly harsh (opting instead to delicately snag it from its crib), but he got the baby all the same so what does it matter? Now he just needs to cook it, and… uh…
Crap. Grgrznyk realizes he has no idea how to cook the baby. DAMMIT.
And there’s NO WAY he’s gonna call his dad and ask for help… he’d never hear the end of it!
Maybe he’s supposed to boil it? It seems like it might work, but he also remembers the baby he ate as a kid having a crispy skin… it wouldn’t be crispy if he boiled it…or… maybe it would? Does he take the pajamas off? You’re not supposed to eat that, right? Or…? And what about the diaper?
It is kinda weird to have to kill and cook it yourself… seems so simple when he’s eating a juicy slice of baby meat off his dinner plate. What the heck is he supposed to do first?!
Nothing frustrates Grgrznyk more than proving his dad right, and he’ll be damned if he’s gonna let that happen.
But… this baby sure is pretty cute when it’s alive, though… sitting there giggling all precious like…
Dammit!!
Posted 12/5/2011
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Clifford wasn’t sure what it was, or whence it did came
Why, the Monster in the Attic didn’t even have a name.
It demanded the boy feed it babies, and if Clifford didn’t comply
The beast would eat his parents, and his entire family would die.
So Clifford brought it some infants; but only just a few!
He didn’t want to lose his family, so what else could he do?
He felt guilty stealing newborns, but rationalized it away
They were only stupid babies, and he “had” to obey!
But soon a baby a week became several each night
And Clifford only wishes that he had put up a fight
And not let the problem get to this advanced stage
But now that he has, he feels trapped in a cage.
While it’s easier to keep going than to right all his wrongs
It doesn’t solve anything; the problem only prolongs.
So the Monster gets bigger, as Young Clifford feeds it still
He knows he has to stop… but he just doesn’t have the will.
Posted 9/12/2011
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