comics / David Chandler

Since 2011, David Michael Chandler has been creating his own original stories and illustrations on his popular Tumblr, "The Daily Doodles." If you'd like to appear in your very own Daily Doodle, please click here.

Behind the Closed, Closet Door

Behind closed closet doors, is where evil likes to dwell

You ask parents what’s behind there, but they’ll never tell

It’s no use asking why, because mom and dad’ll always lie

They’d laugh if you were murdered, and don’t care if you die

So stay up through the night, staring at your closet door

Within it live various ghost monsters, and terrorists caked in gore

They wait for you to fall asleep, so they can creep into your room

(Likely to kidnap and then eat you, one can only assume)

You have to take advantage of a Closet Monster’s Law

That states “if a child stays awake, then you must withdraw”

It’s a war of attrition, and you must stick to your plan of attack

Cuz’ what’s behind the closet door is trying to make you into a snack.

You’ll see your parent’s surprise as they realize you survived the night

(They’ll pretend they’re happy to see you, but it’s contrived delight)

Eat a sugary breakfast, nap the entire day at school

And be ready to stay up all night again to show ‘em you ain’t no fool.

(Starring the great Theodore Lewis of Thliii.tumblr.com!)

Just another boring afternoon

Flying cars were once new,

But now it’s “just what you do”

Same for living on an alien moon.

Once you get used to it,

It all becomes old, you admit

And now it’s just a boring afternoon.

(Starring the amazing Ewajaski of the great Ewajaski.tumblr.com!)

The Creatures from the Inter-Dimension

Hidden between what we know of time and space,

Live glowing blobs of energy without a discernible face

No one knows their motives, or the source of their power

But they seem to enjoy finding new children to devour.

The boy peeks through his fingers, and is blinded by their light

Perhaps if he hadn’t opened his eyes, he’d’ve survived the night

For if you ever gaze at these creatures, your time is up

And they slurp up your soul like sipping juice from a cup.

So be sure to stay under the blankie, your eyelids tightly closed

When the Creatures come to absorb you, you must stay composed.

Never look at them directly, and they’ll eventually go away

And you’ll get to survive… for at least one more day.

The All-Seeing Eyes of Heaven

The Eyes of Heaven,

Watching how you live your life

Knowing who you are.

(Starring the great Duane Kim Baldwin of EnjoyDuane.tumblr.com!)

Eyes on the road

The night is so pretty; deep, dark, and vast

And Alfredo remembers all the times in the past

That he spent in the backseat on long family drives

Just a kid watching the sky and dreaming of other people’s lives.

Now that he’s the dad, with his own kids asleep in the back

It’s his job to drive longer than he can keep track

The night is still pretty, but he doesn’t want to crash and explode

So he ignores the stars, and keeps his eyes on the road.

(Starring the great Alfredo Martínez de la Pedraja)

The Over-Active Mind

Endless thoughts and dreams

Racing back and forth all night,

Keeping her awake.

The Big Long Now

As if being 13 wasn’t hard enough, now Thomas Markham sees his locker is haunted by some stupid ghost.

Thomas sighs, knowing he’s going to be even later to class now, and he doesn’t want to get ectoplasm on his new shirt (he was already being teased about his cheap shoes and wasn’t eager to provide more ammo for ridicule).

The dead eyes and sloppy bowl-cut reminds Thomas of someone though, and then it hits him… this is the ghost of Kevin So-and-So, that one kid who killed himself last year. The ghost is as quiet and awkward as he recalls the living Kevin to be, so he hasn’t really changed much.

Thomas remembers back when the school announced the suicide, and everyone was so sad… The school had a grief counselor come in, everyone had to talk about their feelings, and it was like a competition to see who could be the most inconsolable and heartbroken over it— and he knows none of them knew Kevin, he had no friends. They didn’t really care.

It felt like such a big deal then, though… but Thomas realizes he had pretty much totally forgotten about it until he saw the dead kid’s ghost was haunting his locker. He can’t even remember his last name.

Thomas makes a mental note to look in the yearbook to check on Kevin’s last name, but by the time he gets home he’ll have forgotten.

He closes his locker, deciding he doesn’t really need his math book, and runs to class.

The Different You Inside You

With all of the different people inside

She tries to pick and choose which to hide

Some are ill, some are confident and strong

Others are sides of her that she worries are wrong…


They speak deep within her, whispering in her head

New parts of her are born every year, and some are long dead.

The memories of who she is sometimes feels like a blur,

But she always tries to remind herself, that each one is Her.

Bored to Death of Death

Every night, like a choreographed dance, the ghost appears above Zack’s bed

It zooms around lil’ Zack’s room, and whispers mean thoughts in Zack’s head

Zack knows the words aren’t true and the ghost is just looking to cause trouble

But Zack nicely plays along, pretending he’s afraid of the ectoplasmic bubble.


Because a long, long time ago, the sad ghost died in this very room

Too angry to travel onto the Other Side, this room has become its tomb.

So bored of death but with anger to express, the restless spirit haunts the night

And if anyone sleeps in this bedroom, he’ll try to give them a fright!


Zack can sense it wants attention, so he tries to perform the role

Of a boy deathly scared of ghosts, and that this haunting is taking its toll

He knows the ghost is just confused, and struggling to deal with its fate

And he doesn’t want it to be sad, so he acts like the haunting is going great.


Once the ghost is done, and releases all its fury so ancient and deep

The specter always fades away, and Zack smiles then gets some sleep.

The world out there

It’s the middle of the night, and he should be asleep in his bed

Instead he’s opening his window and poking out his head

He stares up at the heavens, gazing at the stars

While listening to the sounds of distant passing cars.


The world out there seems strange, and so dark and scary

People die in planes, or eaten by monsters fat and hairy.

Kidnappers will steal you from school, and terrorists shoot you in the face

Evil ghosts will haunt your soul, working in tandem with aliens from space.


Bank robbers take you hostage, and shove your nose into your brain

Or mustachioed villains tie you to the tracks, and have you run over by a train.

The world doesn’t really feel real, as he ponders it from the safety of his room

But he knows that these things happen, it is statistically safe to assume.


The vastness of the night, even as the stars twinkle in the sky

Overwhelms him with the possibilities, of ways to live and die

His world sometimes feel small, surrounded by just his family and his friends

But as he looks out his bedroom window, he can see the world never ends.