Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy
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April 25th 2015 in Microfiction

Julie slid the papers under his door and left the dorm for the library (she had heard about last night’s party and knew he was likely still asleep). In the envelope attached to the packet, she’d returned his money; hopefully, this would make him less mad, but it was all going to go down however […]

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April 24th 2015

‘She picked it up before the first ring,’ Russell thought as a woman’s voice said, “Yes.” “Is this Becca?” “It is, and the answer is yes.” Russell hesitated, fell silent. “Look,” the voice continued, “you have the gift; you know you do. You just need a safe place to explore it and apply it.” He […]

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April 23rd 2015

From the letters archive: “… and so, in time, I know that you will see this to be the only choice I could have made. I am not destined for the lot of common men, but something greater, and you must remain to guard my legacy (you are so good with our children). Should you […]

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April 22nd 2015

The wolf, called to the stand, was neither big nor bad. He explained, through tears, that his times had been hard and – as his physician had testified – he’d been battling pertussis for months; visiting anyone was more of a wheezing and a coughing rather than a huffing and a puffing to take houses […]

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April 21st 2015

She rounded the corner of the bardo looking disheveled; he sighed. “You have seen him again?” “Don’t be ridiculous! There is no one else – I keep telling you! It is the wind!” she smoothed a braid while she spoke. “Let us not waste any more time,” he whispered, bringing a pendulum from his pocket. […]

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April 20th 2015

“And here’s Bruce in the bath again; cutest little thing and, oh my, did he love the water!” The ladies looked and cooed in appreciation; baby books were something they brought out from time to time (even now when the children were grown and out living their lives). “Even then, he was a serious and […]

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April 18th 2015

“Did he leave?” Mark asked his grandmother as he came into the living room to find his friend was gone. “He was talking about ‘working on his bike’, so I sent him out to the shed to look at the tools,” she replied quietly, steadily knitting. “NO! Nana, Dad is still chained in the shed! […]

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April 17th 2015

Norm went north for a weekend of hunting, and found the duck blind particularly cozy. He decided to not use his gun for anything but cracking the walnuts he’d gathered and, after many rounds of deep and satisfying sleep, he fancied that he could understand some of the tree language around him (probably because the […]

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April 16th 2015

Patricia whispered in the hallway until her mother stumbled out to see what on earth she was doing up at two in the morning. In a monotone voice, the child whispered, “The people in the vent want me to read them a story, Mama. They can’t sleep.” In the dark, the horror on her mother’s […]

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