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My name is David Michael Chandler, and everyday I will post a Daily Doodle with a story attached to it. Everything you see here has been written, drawn, and coloured all on my lonesome. I hope you enjoy them, or die trying. Please E-mail anytime at thedailydoodles@gmail.com |
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“Scanning the Static”
After several hours of mindless caffeine-fueled cross-country driving and with many more hours to go, Nelson Sigrah finds himself completely tired of the MP3 playlists and mix CDs he had made for the journey and is desperately bored.
Deciding to give the radio a try, he ejects his CD and is greeted by the unexpectedly loud hiss of static… so he quickly scans for the next available signal, but only static can be found on each frequency.
The crackling white noise seems to fit the pitch black darkness of night he’s driving into, so he lets the radio keep scanning between the static to find something, anything to listen to… he knows he’s in the middle of nowhere, but it’s America dammit… how could there not be a radio station to listen to…?
As the radio scans from one static blast to another, Nelson realizes that he hasn’t seen another car pass for hours. What if something has happened? He’s been in the middle of nowhere for a while, he might have avoided and survived a massive nuclear attack that killed everyone else in the world… leaving him to drive through the post-apocalyptic landscape of America, all alone, with only the static by his side. The bastards got us!
He grips the steering wheel with grim determination, as humanity’s last hope for survival… he listens intently to each frequency’s unique pitch of static, the long stretch of night ahead of him, hoping against hope to find a fellow survivor…
But then a voice can be dimly heard over the speakers, and the radio automatically stops scanning… As Nelson apparently drives closer to the source of the signal and sees the lights of a town ahead of him, the voice comes into focus and Nelson can tell it’s an AM Christian radio station, with the preacher bellowing live Sunday morning service over the airwaves.
Nelson sighs, disappointed at the evidence of humanity’s survival, and puts in the mix CD he’s only listened to four times.
Posted 4/23/2012
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“The Old Love Letter”
Though tired and grumpy, Frankie Macias is determined to unpack the rest of his junk so he can finally finish organizing his new apartment. He digs into a box marked “silverware” (but is actually filled with various office supplies), and notices a familiar dog-eared pink piece of paper poking out of a folder…
It’s a love letter. From her.
The old feelings of anger and resentment rise up in his gut… how did the letter make it into this box?! After all these years?! He has moved three times since they broke up, and coulda’ SWORN he had thrown out every reminder of her wretched existence.
And now he’s staring face to face with a memento of their love, a love that feels foreign and unfathomable to imagine now. As he re-reads it, the cheesiness and innocence of the note angers him even further… why was he ever with her? And why the hell did he keep this?!
Frankie promptly rips the letter in half, and throws it in the garbage. THERE, he thinks… now he won’t have to deal with his memories of her ever again.
Seven years and two moves later, he will go on to find an old photobooth strip of the two of them from that time they went to the county fair being used as a bookmark in a book he hadn’t opened in years. Dammit!!
Posted 1/23/2012
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