Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


February 12th 2013 in Microfiction

Eventually, the diploma crumbled to dust, the clock stopped ticking, and the medal rusted beyond recognition. Desperate to preserve their gifts, they turned to a life of crime and organ trafficking. The Scarecrow and the Tin Man had it easy (with their brains and heart), but the Lion didn’t know where to start. The first effort – a spleen – proved messy and pointless. Eventually, the other two bought him a studded gangster collar with “Killer” spelled out in rhinestones … and that seemed to do the trick.

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