Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


October 20th 2015

Annie and her brother, Phil, had built the tiny house last year, putting it on a platform with wheels so that you could take it anywhere. She’d added flower boxes, a rollback privacy screen, a bookshelf room divider, a platform with drawers for the bed, and a tiny chandelier above the dining nook that never […]

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October 19th 2015

“It was kind of lame,” Brad said. “Yeah, but the clown in ‘Poltergeist’ wasn’t lame,” Pete reminded him. “True,” Brad responded. “Maybe it all depends on the kind of doll that comes to life. ‘Annabelle’ just didn’t scare me.” Pete nodded. “I thought she was creepy. Not oh-my-gawd-where’s-the-clown-now-pee-your-pants freaky, but creepy. I still think it […]

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October 17th 2015

“It’s almost 7 o’clock!” Thelma called out. “Prep for the night shift!” Everyone quickly organized in teams, one to take icons and crosses off of the walls and another to swap out metal for plastic and glass in the operating room. At 7:22pm, the back doorbell rang, and Thelma did a quick sweep of the […]

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October 16th 2015

Evan cleared his throat and took some deep, cleansing breaths. “Sprinkles,” he said, his whisper punctuated by a familiar pop. “Glazed,” he said next, then, “Old-Fashioned.” It went on like this for some time until Mary Catherine came into the room. “Brought you breakfast,” she said cheerily. “Thanks!” he replied without looking away from the […]

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October 15th 2015

Scrubb scratched his chin and looked off into the distance as he spoke. “Once she was released, it was a right mess,” he said quietly. “Aye, it was like the biblical plagues,” Marle chimed in. Others nodded. “Rounds of dysentery nothing could cure,” Scrubb continued. “Sails that would only pull you North; frost on everything […]

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October 14th 2015

Lights flickered; doors opened by themselves; creaks (like footsteps) were heard on the attic and basement stairs; cold drafts were felt in every room. The owners of the house screamed, cried, called in people to help them, but eventually fled. The house shrugged. “Clearly clueless,” it said, watching them run to their cars and peel […]

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October 13th 2015

As life went on, the aviator recovered fully from his crash and his parting from The Little Prince and got on with it. He lived and, through living, found that his dreams were frequently thwarted and that the potential of others was just as often misdirected to no good end. He began to feel a […]

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October 12th 2015

“Exhausted, yet not sleeping, my mind in circles raced. It was then, ragged with grief and loneliness, that my love came to me, her cool hand laid upon my fevered brow with such tenderness that the separation between us seemed a creation of dream.” “Uh … do you mean Lenore shows up and comforts you?” […]

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October 10th 2015

“What are you reading?” Laura asked, coming upon The Phantom reclining near the underground lake. “Cyrano de Bergerac,” he answered with a sigh. “I found ‘Romeo & Juliet’ to be … unhelpful and uninspiring.” “That kind of surprises me,” she said quietly, thinking about recent events. “It’s known to have a certain … fatalistic charm.” […]

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October 9th 2015

“So, as a necromancer, you specialize?” the interviewer asked, surprised. “Yes, that’s correct,” The Amazing Morte replied. “Like … wait … you only raise certain people?” the interviewer clarified, concerned that the article was headed somewhere dark. “Well, to be clear,” The Amazing Morte said, “I’ll raise up the missed identified by my living clients […]

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