Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


April 30th 2016

“You: one of a kind, practical yet passionate, demure but also dangerous, loyal to family and gracious to staff; you wouldn’t mind a couple of kids of your own if you could raise them in a haunted Victorian with its own cemetery on the grounds (children must have a place to play). Me: fortunate in […]

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April 29th 2016

“What are you looking at, Grandma?” Cecelia asked, following Nana’s line of sight out the living room window. “In the fog, sometimes I see people … and faces. Family and friends … people I used to know,” Grandma’s voice was light and wistful. Cecelia saw no one, but had no reason to doubt her. “The […]

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April 28th 2016

Things had been going wrong in that family for a long, long time. Now, inching closer, Mr. Rabies could see that Shelby was crying in her bedroom and a lock had been installed on the outside of the house to keep her in. He leaned far away from the tree branch and tapped on the […]

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April 27th 2016

“You’re dressed. Social engagement tonight?” Alfred asked, looking up when Batman entered the kitchen. “I had planned a quiet evening,” the caped crusader said, helping himself to a banana, “but then Bruce Wayne was notified of attempted identity theft.” “You traced the revolving international IP addresses of the offending parties,” Alfred led, arching an eyebrow […]

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April 26th 2016

“How old was she again?” Diane asked in disbelief. “116,” Liz replied. “Holy crap,” Mark commented. “How does anybody live that long?” “By drinking the blood of your enemies,” Liz said smiling, and the others burst into howls of laughter. Someone raised a glass to toast Aunt Beverly, and Liz joined in, remembering all of […]

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April 25th 2016

They gathered around him in the yard, fidgety and awkward; it was their first attempt at bullying. “Are you wearing a skirt?” one asked with a practiced sneer. Ian smiled. “It’s called a kilt. Warriors have worn it for centuries; cloth armor you can run in and just as comfortable as shorts.” “Uh,” said a […]

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Part Two: The Coin Not Taken

April 24th 2016

(On the last full weekend of the month, “Letters from Management” makes room for the second act of a recent microfiction.) In the morning, there was no sign of West Eddy; his cart was right there, where he’d left it, but he hadn’t pitched his tent for the night or liberated his secret pack of […]

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April 23rd 2016

Christy sulked all of the way into the building, and sighed heavily in the waiting area while her dad went to collect Grandpapa. Fidgeting with her doll, she occasionally stole glances at the television in the lobby, but made eye contact with no one. Marvin and Pauline (both residents) nudged each other and smiled. “I […]

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April 22nd 2016

Graham took the dirt roads out – way out, beyond the back forty to a section of the river grade that was too rocky for swimming and not secluded enough to be popular for making out. He sat in the truck and watched the water move; the recent heat wave in Tennessee made everything hazy […]

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April 21st 2016

Jodie was packing up, pulling her threadbare hoodie out of the backpack as the evening chill came on. People had given her enough for dinner and breakfast tomorrow, but not enough for a room down at the Theodore (the best $22 closet-sized bunk you could get in the city if the gods were kind). A […]

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