Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


November 11th 2017 in Microfiction

She looked into the cave, into a darkness that seemed to expand the more she stared. All she had to do was walk in, move silently in the pitch black to the far wall, not fall to her doom using the rock to guide her to the cavern at the back, not think about spiders, find some way to kill the monster who guarded the chest with her bare hands, and not go insane when she dared to light a match and read the scroll therein. “How do I get myself into this shit?” she thought to herself, half tempted to not save the world this time.

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