DAILY MONSTER 200 (of 200)

Good morning. How are you? Thank you for being here for the Grand Finale of the Daily Monsters. 200 Monsters! Who would've thunk it? Thank you so much for sticking with the creatures all this time, and for all your amazing stories! You are the best!

And you're not running out the clock, either!
Just take a look at yesterday's mind-boggling stories:

And now... drum roll, please...
I give you Monster 200:

If you're reading this on my Amazon blog, please click here to see the video.

Monster 200 speaks for itself. It doesn't need my help anymore.
But if you're so inclined, I'd love to hear your ideas on where this one is headed.
I can't wait to hear what you think! If you're up for one more tale, please...

So there you have it. The last of the Daily Monsters.
Thank you for all your great, great stories, for all
the kind and lovely e-mails and drawings. None of this
would've happened without your brilliant energy!

You're the best!

And even though the Daily Monsters are now complete, you haven't seen the last creature from me. New things are brewing and after a little hiatus the monsters will be back in a new format. Until then, I'll get back to posting your excellent Open Source Monsters, and showing you a few fun bits and bobs from my other job. In other words: The Daily Monsters are dead, long live the Daily Monsters.

Thank you again for being here,
and for giving me the best reason to draw.
344 LOVES YOU

Comments

[Schlockading]

Agh, so many comments!

Well, this bird looks to be doing sign language. Or is it a bird? Maybe it's something else.

Maybe it is, in fact, Gregor Samsa. Or even better, this monster may have eaten Gregor Samsa. Poor Gregor. He never stood a chance after he turned into a dung beetle!

[Nicole]

Okay, I am late, but here is the story.

Okay, Mom said I had to be home be 8 tonight, but she bought me these way cool boots and I just have to stay out late and dance, dance, dance!!

[Victoria Pene Quinn]

If this "bird" was blond...she would be Carrie Bradshaw in Sex in the City.

[akrokdesign]

hah...a little bird monster. awesome.

[Andrew]

Monster 200 was very proud of his fine yellow beak, which had gotten that way from eating lots of yellow foods, such as bananas and artificial scrambled eggs.

And, being a naturally short monster, he invested in some snazzy platform shoes that complimented him wonderfully. Everywhere he went, he got many positive words on these and his well-groomed plumage.

How stunned was he to find himself in an art studio one morning! It was as if a square, white portal had opened up before him, allowing him to enter a strange, three-dimensional world, so unlike his own.

And yet, this place held such potential for adventures! Perhaps there were tasty yellow foods here as yet uneaten by monsters; wouldn't it be incredible if he was the first to do so?

So, with a little bow to the astonished artist before him, he fluttered his wings and gracefully took off, flying through an open window to explore the wonders of the new world before him...

"Ah, they have popcorn here!"

-zoomflitter-

[Jenn]

Incredible! Found you through a link on Sandys' blog..... I'll be back soon to work my way through all 200 Monsters, and to see what you come up with next

[Cristina Ríos]

The end is just the beginning, we all know that!

[Tigereye]

It was easy to tear through the papery cocoon with her enormous beak, but freeing her feathers was more difficult and involved a bit of a struggle. Their ink was still damp, after all. The shoes came last, bits of paper clinging to their soles, but she scraped them away and admired the heels. For her kind, she was quite tall.

She tested her wings gingerly, experimenting with the ways they moved until the ink had completely dried and she could feel the air move through her feathers. She blinked a few times to get her bearings. The creature with the pen stayed beside her, unafraid, maybe a little awed by her transformation; she nodded to him and moved her wings again, this time in unison, until she felt her heels lift off the ground. She pointed her beak forward and flew away sedately, spying more of her kind in the rafters, on the bookshelves, in the curtains, in the wings.

[mara]

I love this monster...she looks like she raided Stevie Nicks' and Elton John's closets for the boots and maybe a feather boa!!!

[Rose]

One morning as the sun did rise,
mother Bucky looked at all of her eggs in surprise.
"Well there's my three eggs, I'd know them by sight,
but how did this mess get here at night?"

You see, Bucky's eggs were all very clean,
pure white, not dimpled, cool and pristine.
but this egg that had been dropped in her nest,
looked worse than a bucket of (well... you know the rest.)

She still kept the egg. and they all soon hatched,
it turned out this was a pretty good batch.
All the chicks trim, tidy and fit,
except for the one referred to as "It".

Despite the difference between her and the flock,
"It" grew up to be quite the shock.
With her blue go-go boots and her googely eyes,
her appearance sure is quite a surprise!

Despite the fact her siblings scoffed,
it made it all the way to the top,
dancing and singing for the world to see,
enjoying life, just like you and me.

Meh. Got lazy at the end. It's 12:20 here.
Remember me?

[T-Girly]

This bird-monster is #200! It could not get off the ground. It tried to fly again and again and finally, after 200 failure flights one morning it got up and decided, "I'm going to fly today." So he got out of bed, he stretched his wings and he flapped his wings harder than ever before. The next thing he knows he's flying! All of a sudden he plumitts to the ground. Everyday the same thing happened for 199 days in a row. One dy he gets up and he says to himself, "Today I'm gonna fly and NOT fall. So he goes outside, he stretches his wings and he falls for the 200th time in a row. Then he has a great idea, "What if I tried flying inside this time. So he knocks on his freind Steven's door and asks,"may I fly in your house?" Steven says, "Shure" he comes in, stretches again flapps his wings as hard as he can and flies 200 times around the room! FINNALLY

[Brooke N.]

We are judged by the arch of our feet these days. You really gotta jack those babies up, you know. The more arch, the better. Personally, I'd like to get my arch so high that only my toes and my heels touch the ground when I walk. I'm having my arches permanently shortened. I think this might speed the process up. Listen, I'm not into that whole foot-binding thing. This is America, after all. We're all free here, and if I want to jack my arch, then goddamn it, I can. My insurance will cover it. I already checked. My HMO told me it was totally covered because it would, "aid in the child-bearing process." I told them I wanted to have kids but I couldn't find a man. They wouldn't cover my chemo last year, but I understand that. Chemo is expensive. And chemo won't aid in the child-bearing process. But this arch surgery, well, it's like get in, get out. Real cheap. I'm actually really looking forward to it.

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The surgery went well. While I was in there, I requested some wings and a tail. Might as well do it all while I was under. Insurance said they would cover the wings, but not the tail. They said they they could help me "get some tail, but not A tail." I have a hilarious HMO. Anyway, all three surgeries were stellar. I'm really pleased with the outcomes. Everyone keeps asking about the pain, but honestly, they have me on so many drugs that I'm not sure if I'm even awake right now.

They sent me home the day of the surgery, and told me to sleep on my side and avoid walking for three weeks. I've been home for, I think, three days now (I'm not sure, actually--again, the drugs), and I'm feeling pretty good. Everyone can't believe how great I look. I can't wait to get outside and show off my new look. Just as soon as the bandages come off. And I relearn how to walk. I can't believe I've done this. I feel like I'm flying. God bless America.

[dabombliv]

Rob the Burning-Beaked Hillioph was just trying to fit in with the daily life of a monster, but where ever he turned there were no other Burning-Beaked Hilliophs around. Rob began to think he was the only one left alive. That was about to change.
One day rob was walking down the sidewalk on Monster Way and nearly tripped over a big lump of blankets on the ground. "What the-" Rob said. "HEY! WATCH WHERE YOUR WALKIN', BUB!" yelled the bundle. rob was confused. there was obviusly some type of monster under the blanket, but the voice sounded just like his, maybe a little more high pitched than his. Stranger yet, there was a reddish-yellow BEAK poking out from under the big bundle of blankets. "DID YOU HEAR ME CORRECTLY?! WATCH WHERE YOUR GOING, DUMB-HEAD!!!" the voice screamed. "Well SORR-EE! If you're just laying in the MIDDLE OF THE SIDEWALK it's hard to see if someone's ACTUALLY in there, stupid tenticle!" Rob screamed back. they fought and fought and fought, insults and harsh words being thrown back and forth. At about 12:00 midnight Rob had given in. "how about you just come home with me?" He asked, holding out his feathery wing to help the other Burning-Beaked Hillioph up. "Oh, OK." she replied. And so Rob was never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER lonely again.