DAILY MONSTER 84
Good morning. I hope you made it through the week in one piece. The weekend is upon us and what better way to ease your brain into its imminent leisure state than reading up on yesterday’s monster:
Now, please meet Monster 84. And Monster 84b! Yes, it’s a twofer today! Because you know that… well, we’ll get to that later. But yes! Two monsters! Monsters of the sea? Or of the air? Earlier this week, a new friend gave me a photocopy of a Rembrandt sketch that he calls “the best drawing in history.” Evidently, the general vibe stuck in my mind. So it looks like we’re dealing with a guardian and a child. But where? And when? What scale are we looking at? Giant creatures? Microscopic monsters? What do they eat? Are they friendly to others? Are they aggressive? Or shy? I know you already have a story pulsating in your head. Please let us in on it:
I can’t wait to see what you have to say about these two.
For now I wish you a great, mellow weekend.
And even if it wasn’t the law, I’d still remind you
that 344 LOVES YOU
Man, I LOVE your work. I check out Daily Monster all the time on youtube and this is the 1st time I’ve seen 344.
You are def one of the fine artists in the world that can take whatever is given to him and make it into somthing eerie and intriguing
Thanks for the monsters.
The little monster and the big monster then start playing kick ball and listen to their cool IPODS!! They then work together to destroy the world by first going on the hit show heroes. They take out Hayden Panitere and Masi Oka, and are ready to take out other popular horrible shows. He then goes after Jack Bouer from 24 and decides to blow him up like everybody has been waiting for the whole season. Then they take out Howie Mendel, from deal or no deal. But then the Canadian army attacks it. But the Canadian army stands no chance…but the then the two monsters decide to be nice and make world peace. THE END!!!
Here you see the inimitable norf, in its home habitat of the sea of Mars. Scientists currently think that sea is frozen, but they will soon find that it only APPEARS to be frozen, but is actually a frothy mix of salt water, nitrogen, and Dippin’ Dots. In this nurturing environment, the inimitable norf raises her young, soaring through the slightly viscous mixture and keeping a close eye on her calf.
These monsters live in the deepest part of the deep dark sea. Contrary to what you would think, the little monster is the parent to the big monster. As these monsters age the parent monsters eat at them and eat at them and eat at them until by the time they reach maturity they are little tiny monsters.
Emlyn, age 4, says:
These monsters are happy, sad, and mad. They’re going to Texas. They will live there. They will live outside. They will play with lots and lots and lots of toys. Their names are “Scary” and “Little.”
I am not much of a creative writer, but here it goes:
they lived by themselves
in a great sea
they lived there a while
not knowing why
they played and had fun
and mostly just smiled
but finally came a day
when the hunger was too much
and Monster 84 saw
84b for what he was… LUNCH!
Hahaha – probably one of my all time favorites!! Along with…#27, i believe…if I remember correctly…
Anyhow, he is one of my favorites because
a) he has a squid-like nature about him, and i have a passion for all things squid
b) the whole scenario, even before the second character, and especially after, remind me of that Scary Stories bit, where the man’s car is stranded on a lonely road, and he is chased by this giant skull with tentacles, running as he gets closer…closer – only to be tapped on the shoulder and asked “why are you running?” or some other mundane question of the sorts. I apologize for butchering the story, but hopefully someone remembers it more accurately and can share.
Another one well done Stefan! Props 🙂
“Day Of The Blimpids” the new horror film by Pee Wee Hermon in theaters this Spring.
Englebrectt was born a large baby and never stopped growing. By the time he was three he was 10 times the size of his father, who had to float around him to keep him in line. Englebrectt was a smart kid and became the protector of his village in the lawn. Whenever one hears a chunk in the lawn mower. That is Englebrectt, putting a kabosh the chopping of the blades of grass.
From the darkness of the murky depths arose the albine, engulfed in a small red glow from little protuberances of light on it’s tentacles. It was a prehistoric creature, with a breeding cycle of 20,000 earthman years. It lived in the deepest depths of the ocean, only to rise to the surface one time in it’s life cycle to take a deep long breath of oxygen from the surface. A small bit of oxygen is passed on to the baby albine upon birth. To ensure survival of the fittest, the baby albine must be able to reach the surface before running out of oxygen or ultimatly dying of suffocation. This is the final pair of albines in the known universe. The baby albine looks expectantly into it’s mother’s eyes. This is the third birth cycle for the mother, and unfortunately her last. The fate of the albine rest’s with this small soul. 30,000 leagues of crushing liquid weight stand between survival and extinction. The mother pushes the baby albine with her tentacle to urge it’s progress towards the surface. A small strand of chemicals is transmitted to the babies receptors with the instructions for acquiring more oxygen from the surface. Even at this young age, because of their enhanced position in the evolutionary scale, the babies understanding is crystal clear. She gives one last look at her mother, knowing it will be the last. There is fear in her eyes, but there is also hope. The baby is transfixed by the responsibility that has been heaved upon it just moments after it’s inception into this world. The mother gives one more shove with her tentacles, this time calling up the last bit of her strength. Her reclamation sack swells with one last breath as she watches her species last chance turn towards the sea surface. The final chance for the abline in it’s long struggle for survival far below.
Hoshi was acting strange today, complaining about her bell throbbing, so I took her to see a doctor. When we got there, one of the specialists thought she might’ve had a subocelli hemorrhage. They said it was just a grade 1 classification since she was asymptomatic with only a minimal bellache and slight nuchal rigidity. She’s out of the ICU now and doing just fine, swimming circles around me. Playing like a normal little jellyfish should.
The two swam with each other for the majority of the day. The smaller one was ready for her next step in life. The small growth spurt would be the first of many, but luckily, they weren’t painful in any way. Mostly, the growing seasons saw several younglings very active and excited. The mothers would have quite the handful keeping up with their offsprings’ heightened energy levels. Ultimately, the biggest problem facing the parents of these little tykes (and by little, it is to say they were the size of a small aircraft carrier) was their enormous appetites. Feeding these little guys was always an incredible undertaking. Good thing there are a lot of tasty meat sticks atop floating chunks of metal on the water’s surface.
Senior and Junior had something different about them than all the other monsters; they were only able to been seen through a microscope with a lens the size of a yoga ball. They were the product of an experiment that involved cross-breeding cephalopods and dandelion seeds (you know, the ones that you blow and make wishes on). They’ve had many jobs secretly like unclogging hairy shower pipes for plumbers and lacing electrical wire through tiny holes for electricians. But by far, their favorite job (if you can call it that) is flying around with LEDs in the middle of winter around cabins in the north. They bring joy to children who ran to their parents saying that they had just seen two fireflies; spring inevitably on its way on the calendar, but seemingly sooner for the children, and it warms both party’s tiny, tiny hearts.
“Look ma, no hands!”
“Man, this rugrat is slip ‘n sliding circles around me.”
“Aaaa- aaaaa- aaaa- CHOOOOOOO!”
wow lots of new visitors tonight! cool stories!
I like how you posted a link for beginning at the beginning to view the monsters. Also, that ‘dailymonster.com’ automatically directs you to 344 – that is great, and you secured the web address?!
HI Victoria. I’m glad you like the link back to Monster No.1. That idea came straight from Mr. Daveyid Ecks. And yes, dailymonster.com is mine. Mine! MINE!!!
All of you, thank you so much for all the great new stories!
Have a brilliant weekend!
I think the baby is running away from his mommy because he does not want his mommy to tell him rules.
DAS LEBEN UND LEIDEN DES JUNGEN VEGETARIERS
Mutter Zecke und ihr Kind
auf dem Weg zu einem Rind
Die kleine Zecke ist am Motzen
Blut, oh nein! Da muss ich kotzen
Lieber schlürf ich Wurzelbier
als das Blut von einem Stier
Schlabbern an der Aubergine
nicht an einer Honigbiene
Auf der Weide saug ich Klee
Ich tu nicht den Rindern weh!