Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


March 31st 2017

“It’s helped us so much,” she said to the therapist. “Getting real and keeping it real has given us so much clarity!” “It has,” he added. “I never imagined that telling it like it is could draw us so much closer together.” The therapist smiled and nodded. “It’s the simple things – like giving him […]

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March 30th 2017

Stephan emerged from the park, nearly running and incredibly relieved to see the guy with the Neighborhood Watch sash standing near the entrance. “Hey!” he called out, causing the man to turn. Stephan gestured behind him. “I am … I was … being followed in there.” As he drew closer, the watchman raised a whistle […]

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March 29th 2017

She’d laid out the tools for cookie baking across most of the kitchen, the utensils and cups arranged with precision (like a surgical tray). “Where’s Grandma?” Paul asked, looking around. “Outside … in negotiations,” Samantha answered, grinning. “Wanna go watch?” They rushed outside to the chicken yard as quietly as they could; the door to […]

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March 28th 2017

Tracie looked at the flashing lights in her rearview mirror and groaned. Pulling the car to the curb and stopping, she reached over and dug her license and insurance card out of her wallet. She felt suddenly distracted and sleepy as she powered her window down. “You were speeding,” the man’s voice said. “I was […]

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March 27th 2017

Phil cared for every animal dumped out at the junkyard. He tended to their injuries (that first aid class at the community college had always come in handy), kept them safe (made warm and comfortable shelters out of scraps of this and that, heated with a caged lamp insert that he ran minimally off of […]

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Diary Pages: Trinity

March 26th 2017

I replay that moment where I picked the red pill over and over in my mind. The blue pill offered everything familiar and comfortable (even if it was a lie), but I had to know the truth. And now I do. Reality is harder than I ever imagined. You have to hold on to whatever […]

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March 25th 2017

“Sir, why do you care nothing for own person?” the cabbie said, loading his charge into the carriage and pocketing the coins donated from the gentleman who’d hailed him. “Without the kindness of others, you’d be another night sick on the steps of the library … or worse!” “They think it’s love that unmakes me,” […]

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March 24th 2017

“Particles are separated here and attributed,” Ragland said. “Using genetic profiles to establish the physical parameters beforehand, we are able to parse the information into the categories of Known Matter and Unknown Matter.” “How dense are the boundaries?” Ingersoll interjected. “Uniformly distinct, but not dense,” Ragland replied. “The printout that you have reports our outcomes […]

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March 23rd 2017

“So, really, deep down, you’re goth,” the interviewer said. “I think we have to be careful with labels,” he responded, crossing his legs to reveal spikes on the heals of his black platform boots. “Anyone can embrace any aesthetic they like; it might be a look, a leaning, or a lifestyle.” “Absolutely,” the interviewer replied, […]

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March 22nd 2017

“The first little pig ,” Jeremy said, sitting down at the foot of the bed, “on its straw planet, didn’t do very well against the empire.” Annie gasped. “Did it escape?” she whispered, holding the blanket up to her eyes. “Yes, but just barely,” Jeremy said with a serious look. “The second little pig, on […]

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