Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy
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Trouble

December 11th 2017 in Microfiction

They watched her go by, adjusting her slip and then pausing in front of the drugstore window to check her reflection. She took the silk out of her hair, letting it fall loose around her shoulders, and kicked off her shoes, proceeding boldly down the sidewalk in her bare feet (bare but for one toe […]

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Letters from Krampus #3

December 10th 2017

Dear Donna, What does “Krampusnacht” mean? Well, roughly translated, it’s: “Get in the sack, you little shit.” It’s a special time where all of the vile terrors roaming the planet in girl and boy form get to pause and ask themselves, “Will he get me this year or will he not?”. I eventually get all […]

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Purpose

December 9th 2017

He came into the great hall, moving quickly with the bold step of a young man. He stood tall and stately, warming his hands at the hearth fire, adjusting his cuffs. “You’re looking marvelous,” she said, resting her book in her lap, noting his high color and the shine of his dark hair. “Are you […]

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Know

December 8th 2017

In the quiet of the dawn, the pulse of the World Tree could be felt in the earth, strong and free. The oaks sighed, letting go of their worry; the pines swayed, standing tall and proud; the birch asked their rivers to dance. “We are more than roots and branches,” It whispered, filled with love. […]

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Teeth

December 7th 2017

The teeth came closer and closer, grinding and snapping. Scrunching himself into a ball inside of the closet, Todd tried to concentrate on his breathing; in and out (silently) … in and out … in and … in … He could hear them in the bedroom, clacking as they searched for him, tearing the bed […]

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Ready

December 6th 2017

Catherine “Cookie” Dorner was all dolled up and ready to leave when Death arrived. She sat on the edge of the bed, her remaining hairs piled high up top (you can take the girl outta Texas, but you can’t take the Texas outta the girl), her eyebrows penciled in carefully, and her Rose Jamboree lipstick […]

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Touchy

December 5th 2017

The berglek threw them into a corner of the store room, tightly roped together. “Mrrg sshng!” it grunted, slamming the door as it left them behind. “Too right,” Viper said softly, testing the knots, trying to move her hands. “Mrrg sshng. My thoughts exactly.” “Ouch. This could be going better,” Smite muttered, the coils biting […]

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Chase

December 4th 2017

“And still I chase you across the sky,” the sun said (breaking the silence, reaching out). “I don’t know why you bother,” the moon replied, stunned to hear it out in the open like that (taking away her pretense of being unaware). “Because I love you,” the sun sighed, having been through it all before […]

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Letters from Krampus #2

December 3rd 2017

Dear Ethan, I was deeply touched by your letter. It’s been a long time since I’ve received a rant of defiance – something that condemns the whole being-good-for-fabulous-cash-and-prizes system. The blurry black and white picture of your butt from the library photocopier … well, I got choked up. You’ve got style, kid, and you’re going […]

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