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.
Amit kicked and punched to get off the sinking ship
As it sunk into the ocean, ending quickly his trip
He grabbed his cooler full of organs that he smuggled aboard
And floated off all alone, the drowning people ignored.
If he can’t sell these organs, he’ll be totally broke
He’d have to live homeless on the street, his life a cruel joke.
It’s been several days, and there’s been no sign of land
But if a ship comes to his rescue, would they understand?
Because if he’s not found soon, he’ll die lost at sea
And that wouldn’t be fun (most indubitably)
But if caught with the organs, he’ll be arrested right away
So is it even worth it to live another day?
At the very least, he’ll get yelled at a lot.
And being yelled at is the worst, so he’d rather not.
He racks his brain for schemes to avoid getting caught
But each scenario ends with him arrested, and eventually being shot.
He just wants to sell these organs that he rightfully stole
It’s been his dream since childhood; his one lifelong goal!
Just had to find an unscrupulous rich man who needs a new heart
It should have been so easy, but it’s gone wrong from the start.
Now it’s either death and/or jail, and both seem like a curse
And no matter how much he dwells, he can’t decide which is worse.
(Starring my friend, the amazing Amit!)
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!)
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 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)
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.
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.