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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 |
“The Video Phone”
She can sense him there on the other end of the feed, not picking up, pretending he’s not home… too cowardly to face her, to explain himself.
Sitting in his dark, dirty, pathetic apartment, just staring at her flashing pixelated image as the shrill ringing fills his tiny room… She doesn’t care how long it takes, she’s going to make him deal with this. He has to stare at her face on the video phone, and know she’s not defeated. And he will feel that shame, and he will know. He’ll know.
All of the lies, the secrets, he can’t just hide from it. His excuses, the flimsy rationalization… he can fool himself with that nonsense, but she won’t give him that satisfaction. He doesn’t get to have that.
She knows he’s there, staring at her, trying to think up some new lie to spin. Some way to get out of this.
The feed disconnects once more, and her reflection looks back at her upon the dark, empty monitor. Waiting just long enough so he can think it’s over, she types in his number, stares back at the screen, and calls again.
Posted 3/2/2013
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“The Sea of Dead Children”
Margaret Jane died whilst in a slumber so deep
Tragically murdered in her bed as she was fast asleep
She opens her eyes with a fright, hoping it ‘twas just a dream
But the water fills her lungs, drowning out her blood curdling scream
For if a poor child dies before the age of eleven
They don’t go to Hell, and they don’t go to Heaven
The Sea of Dead Children becomes their new home
Upon the ocean’s floor, their souls eternally roam.
The ghostly hands grip tight, pulling Margaret Jane down
Even though she already died, her soul has to drown.
Dead children are always excited to play with someone new
Since the afterlife can be boring, so it’s something to do. :-)
Deeper and deeper she goes, into the dark depths of the sea
To play with every child who ever died, for the rest of eternity
Posted 2/28/2012
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“Alone in the Dark”
Henry was bad today, But he’s been good before
And each day ends the same… Nothing less, and nothing more.
No matter what Henry’s done, whether it was wrong or right
He still eats a nice dinner, and gets to sleep in his bed at night.
As long as he’s not caught, then he can do what he wants
And it’s really up to him, if he lets his conscience haunts.
‘Cuz, Santa still brought him presents, even if Santa ain’t really real
And it makes Henry sit alone in the dark, wondering what to feel.
SO, if it don’t matter what he do, and he gets rewarded either way
Then the game is rigged, and Henry knows he doesn’t have to play.
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“I Am The Only Creature Who Will Ever Love You”
I know sometimes you feel sad, and worry you’ll always be alone
You just want someone to hold you, or to call you on the phone
But if you’re told there’s someone else out there, you gotta know it’s lies
I am the only creature who’ll ever love you, and I hope you realize.
I see you’re about to scoff, and say that what I claim ain’t true
But do you really think you deserve someone GOOD to love you?
I may not actually be a human, but I’m the best you’ll realistically get
And you’re lucky that I would even love you, so you shouldn’t be upset.
While I may not be rich, able to buy you all you want and more,
I make up for it by being stupid, with a personality that’s a bore
And you’d think that something this ugly, would at least be nice
But I’m actually pretty mean, with a demeanor as cold as ice.
Your insecurities will be my puppet strings, upon which I shall yank
You’ll become a shell of your former self, your soul bereft and blank
You’re convinced that you must love me, because why else would you stay?
And you’ll believe no one else would have you, like some sad cliche.
It’s up to you to relinquish, the hopes of having a good relationship,
It’s the only chance I have, for you to fall for my mind game trip.
So, don’t listen to your heart, or that sensible voice in your brain
Just let your low self esteem guide you, even if it feels insane.
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“The Ghosts That Watch You Sleep”
Ghosts are always watching, when you are asleep
In your private moments, they’ll spy and they’ll creep
Some are your relatives, being disappointed with all that you do
Some are complete strangers who simply enjoy watching you.
They whisper in your ears, helping nightmares haunt your dreams
They remind you of your failings, turning whispers into screams
They try to absorb your soul, inhaling all of your precious air
So you wake up feeling defeated, and just say “I don’t care”.
But while you’re never alone, and the ghosts are watching all
Don’t ever let them ever make you feel insignificant or small
They’re just jealous that you’re alive, since they aren’t any more
So laugh in their ghostly faces, and make them watch you snore.
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“Alone in the Dark”
Henry was bad today, But he’s been good before
And each day ends the same… Nothing less, and nothing more.
No matter what Henry’s done, whether it was wrong or right
He still eats a nice dinner, and gets to sleep in his bed at night.
As long as he’s not caught, then he can do what he wants
And it’s really up to him, if he lets his conscience haunts.
‘Cuz, Santa still brought him presents, even if Santa ain’t really real
And it makes Henry sit alone in the dark, wondering what to feel.
SO, if it don’t matter what he do, and he gets rewarded either way
Then the game is rigged, and Henry knows he doesn’t have to play.
Posted 12/27/2012
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“The Boy Who Was Born at Midnight”
Every child born at midnight, can see inter-dimensional creatures
Glowing blobs of paraphysical energy, with no humanlike features.
They live alongside us on Earth, our dimension parallel with theirs’
And they seem less than enthused, at the Boy’s confused stares.
Our simple brains can’t comprehend, their motives or desires.
They enjoy playing with the human race, and watching what transpires.
Existing between time and space, toying with our lives
And they hate being seen, so no child born at midnight survives.
The creatures approach the poor boy’s bed, and start melting his brain
As easy as it is for us to squish a bug, they drive him totally insane.
Originally Posted 1/1/2012
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“The Many Faces”
Jason Frye wears many faces, one for each role he plays
Some of them he wears for friends, or during his school days
Others he’ll wear for work, perhaps for people he doesn’t know
And some of them are faces he hates, and is a blow to his ego.
In his mind’s eye, he sees himself as his practiced face in front of mirrors
Secretly his private worry is that it’s not how he really appears.
What if everyone can spot his flaws, the ones only he is able to see?
Then they’d know the face is a lie, and the thought makes him want to flee.
But until that day he’ll stay in place and wear the face that suits him best,
Only show what he wants others to see, and no one gets shown the rest.
Posted 11/15/2012
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“Just Another Day Closer to Death”
WAKE UP! WAKE UP!, because it’s a bright sunny day! :-)
Gotta face the world for your sins because it’s time to pay
It’s just another day closer to your eventual death,
Grudgingly trudging ever forward to your final last breath.
So Good Morning Mr. Lamp, my anthropomorphic friend!
I know you’ll give me light until the very end
Good morning Admiral Pillows, you hold my weary head
I hope you’ll have that job until the day I am dead
Ahoy! Lt. Windows, Baron von Blankie, even Capt. Colonel Clock
That my only friends are possessions shouldn’t come as a shock.
Because in geological terms, humans are but a blip
So what does it matter if you let relationships slip?
It’s all meaningless distractions to occupy our time
Until we’re dead in the ground, rotting away into slime.
But ya gotta fill the void with sumthin’! Might as well just live.
So go wake up and have a life, ‘cuz it’s all ya got to give.
Originally Posted 5/22/2012
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“VHS Memories”
A generation of memories, recorded on magnetic tape
Good moments to savour, and bad ones to escape.
Static-y audio and dull palettes that bled,
All fading away on a format that’s dead.
Your life painstakingly recorded so you can remember it always,
On cheap tape that rots on a shelf, and no longer plays.
Temporary technology meant the recordings don’t last
So all of our VHS memories have been left in the past.
As more times passes, your youth becomes harder to recall
And now there’s no proof you had a childhood at all.
Originally Posted 12/27/2011
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