Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Eclipse

August 21st 2017

The elementals arrived first, then the shadows and wisps, staring at each other across an invisible line. Feathers and fangs; gold and silver; the living and the dead. “Armageddon is it?” the one commented. “Just watch,” replied the other softly. “Because I’m not really dressed for Armageddon,” the one added (trying to lighten the mood). […]

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Diary Pages: Giacomo Casanova

August 20th 2017

It was never my intention to gain infamy (well, not from something so superfluous as courtly airs). I am truthful when I say that I did not pursue beauty as a heathen does – only for itself and with no regard for matters of the heart. It is rather that the lack of joy in […]

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Safety

August 19th 2017

“There’s a lot of scary stuff happening in the world today,” Brad began, standing awkwardly in front of the other campers, “so my presentation is going to be about how to assess your situation for safety and decide whether to do something or run.” He used his laptop to move through the slides and paused […]

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Shadows

August 17th 2017

“I keep having that dream – the one about the shadow people,” Sarah said into the phone. “I’m sure it’s because work has been so stressful.” “Shadow people?” Lisa asked, intrigued. “Yeah,” Sarah responded. “Just silhouettes of people … black on black, no features. They lurk and hover; some get close enough to interact, but […]

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Dating

August 16th 2017

“So?” Jeremy asked, turning as Scott came into the apartment. “As blind dates go, a solid balance between good and evil,” he responded. “On the side of good?” Jeremy pressed, already grinning. “Beautiful,” Scott said with a smile and a nod. “Nerdy and sweet like Hermione Granger.” “And on the side of evil?” Jeremy continued. […]

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Temperature

August 15th 2017

When the meeting ended, Cecelia fled the building and rushed to the edge of the parking lot to sit down in the cool breeze. “Gawd, I hate my life,” she muttered under her breath, her body suddenly covered with sweat and shaking. She laid back on the lawn, trying to concentrate on her breath and […]

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Pieces

August 14th 2017

“Anyone else want to share?” the Night Therapist gently prodded. Frankenstein’s monster drew a deep breath and leaned forward. “Tried to be social over the weekend,” it said chewing its bottom lip (causing the lip to detach slightly at the corner). “Went to the grocery store; went to a neighborhood park for a concert; went […]

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Diary Pages: Mary Bradbury Perkins

August 13th 2017

Salem has gone mad. John has been accused and I am convicted without arrest or trial as his wife (as all women are assumed to be directly under the influence of Satan). We sit here, strangely at ease, wondering if they intend to execute us separately or together (burning or drowning for me, crushing for […]

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Outsider

August 12th 2017

“It’s just … really hard to fit in,” he said, looking down at his lap. “Sometimes, being an outsider gives you a broader perspective on the world,” the guidance counselor said gently. “It’s not a bad thing.” “But I don’t … have any friends,” he said, pained. “You have yourself, and coming to terms with […]

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Origin

August 11th 2017

He stared at the new recruits, his eyes blazing; they shuddered involuntarily, refused to meet his gaze. He ranted for several moments in long dead languages, then turned into a horrible creature with expansive leathery wings and flung himself mercilessly against the stone walls of the great hall. They gasped and clung to each other, […]

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