Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


July 13th 2013 in Microfiction

After the defeat at the bridge, the trolls retreated to caves, socializing underground with goblins and feasting on the occasional elf or rider from the North. They left billy goats alone, however – gruff or not; those things were mean.

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Conroy Gilligan was found alive on a remote island some years after his ship (carrying containers of sporting goods) went down off of the coast.  He was extremely thin and dirty, his hair grown long in a wild, bleached mass like an old surfer. Outside of the shack he’d made for shelter were 6 ruptured […]

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LINE 1:  “By the time you’re reading this, I’ll already be gone.”

LINE 2:  [your addition]

(Mixed media piece by Angela Petsis)

Tansy’s answer:  “I cannot stand,” the ghost had written, “how you leave the telly on.” (Post your own answers and read the genius of others on the Tansy Undercrypt Facebook page here.)

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