Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


January 31st 2015

The men stood in the road, keeping their voices low, and having a smoke. When it was time, the party grabbed lanterns and walked into the woods on the side path, shoulder-to-shoulder and two-by-two. Clara waved to her dad, who did not wave back. “Mama,” she asked her mother (who was already making potato salad […]

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January 30th 2015

“I just … don’t trust people,” Red said slowly, looking up at the ceiling. “It’s like I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something dark and dangerous just under the surface – that nobody is who they pretend to be.” “Wolves in sheep’s clothing?” the therapist asked with a compassionate smile. “Well, yes,” she replied, […]

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January 29th 2015

Bettina hated the way they looked at her, spoke to her, and handed their precious designer clothing over to her for alterations as if she wasn’t worthy of touching it. She dreamt of working in high fashion, drawing out her visions on paper and having her assistants actually make everything; of being so popular and […]

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January 28th 2015

Brother Gou sat in the Blessing Garden, tending it with his calm and appreciation. Looking around at its beauty, he failed to see why the others were so reluctant to meditate here … here, where the ashes of so many holy others were mixed with the soil to live on in beauty and stillness. A […]

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January 27th 2015

They took the doll, Annabelle (and the thing that dwelt inside of it), and put it in a case under lock and key, restraints, blessings, and wards. Not even hell or high water could save her now; she had been too impatient and too confident. Percy the Clown (and the thing that dwelt inside of […]

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January 26th 2015

“You not welcome here, necromancer,” the hoodoo clerk’s voice rang out from the back of the shop when Torvil entered. “Mind yourself!” he called back in answer. “I am not here to challenge. I need a hush.” There was a hoot of laughter, and the clerk appeared at the counter. “Whatchoo got you need a […]

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January 24th 2015

They flinched at the sounds of destruction even as they looked lovingly in its direction. “It always starts the same,” said the one sister quietly. “Solitude and piles of self-help books.” “Then doing something radically different with her hair,” whispered the other. “Remember when she tried to cut it all off?” asked the one, shutting […]

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January 23rd 2015

He got into the car muttering. “What is it?” she asked, troubled. “Another dead bird,” he replied, buckling up. She gasped. “Another one? That’s disgusting! We have to talk to the neighbors about their cat; that’s like the sixth or seventh one!” “It’s not Bubba,” Jeffie said from his car seat in the back. “Not […]

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January 22nd 2015

The werewolf was new to Warren Road – but wasn’t the same one hunting on Cavendish. Older. Female. They found her resting spot behind the shed and were relieved to find no smaller animal bones there; the markings said calm/not sick/not insane. Princess left some hello; Wendell identified the back way to the dumpster outside […]

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January 21st 2015

Noah and the others went out into the wild and led the beasts to the arc in their mated pairs, trusting in providence to guide their work. None could bring themselves to go into the darkness of the cave between the mountains and lead the nightmares, regrets, horrors, and doubts to safety. “This is our […]

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