Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


October 18th 2016 in Microfiction

“Once upon a time,” the elfmother read, “the Nonmagicals, in their grim, grey cities far from the green wood, grew restless …” Her child gasped. “They’re not coming here, are they? Please don’t let them come here.” “Oh, Child,” she said, drawing a sigil upon the air to increase the warmth of the fire, “they’re not coming here. There is no way to find us on Google Maps.” “Okay,” the elfchilder whispered, snuggling down close, relieved. He had a love/hate relationship with stories of the nonmagical world, wanting always to know more, but not wanting the nightmares that frequently followed.

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