Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

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July 29th 2015 in Blather, Microfiction

Arlene went to the library and pieced together enough information to successfully trap the demon in the garage for an hour or so. In forcing it to speak, she confirmed that not much could be done to deflect, dispel, or minimize the doom coming to her family, but she really kind of admired its clear and easily articulated goals – its singular and unwavering focus. “I’ve always wanted to be like that,” Arlene mumbled to herself crossing the lawn. “I could’ve been a doctor.”


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