Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy
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July 27th 2015 in Blather

“I told Robert to mail these out posthumously so, TA DA, the fat lady is thusly singing,” the letter said. “I want you to remember me going out the way I came in – making a fuss and looking for the free drinks, my cheeks rosy and my hair Hollywood perfect.” “Don’t let yourself dwell […]

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July 24th 2015

As they sat in the bar, Luke’s training continued. “The Force moves with us, moves through us, is part of us,” Obi Wan said, signaling for another round. “So,” Luke interjected, “the Force is in all of us?” “No,” the Jedi master replied very abruptly. “You must resist childish generalities like that. The Force is […]

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July 23rd 2015

Greg was surprised to find Mina awake and alert, sitting up in bed, and alone. “Hey!” he said, reaching for her hand. “Hey, yourself!” she said, taking it and holding on. Greg sat down and started talking, trying so hard to remember everything that he’d rehearsed in the car and failing. “Goodbyes are hard,” Mina […]

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July 22nd 2015

Olson lifted the yellow tape and crossed under it. “You guys call Special Investigations?” he asked the first cop. “Sure did; got us the most gruesome homicide I’ve ever seen,” came the response. “Come this way,” he continued, leading Olson onto the all-too-familiar set. “Any clues about the perp?” Olson asked. “A suspect has been […]

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July 21st 2015

Althea stepped out from behind a tree; she wore a Hello Kitty bike helmet and carried both a cardboard shield and a spork from KFC. “Leave him alone, Marta,” she said flatly to the older girl who was bullying Robbie James. “Say what? You talkin’ to me, Freak?” Marta rounded, puffed up to twice her […]

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July 20th 2015

“A-and you are …,” Stanislov stammered. “I am its Renfield,” she said. He nodded and she smiled. “Most expect a man named ‘Renfield'; it is a common misconception propagated by the Irishman’s ridiculous book. A Renfield is a class name – a guild, if you will, much like the Freemasons.” “Ah,” Stanislov replied, not taking […]

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July 18th 2015

“So, that’s pretty much it,” she said, adjusting the golden strap on her espadrilles. “I’m not old, I live in a condo downtown, I’m not throwing the bones of anyone or anything to ascertain the workings of Fate. Got it?” “Yes,” said the lawyer on the left, his eyes darting to the other two. “Yes, […]

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July 17th 2015

Byron had shared his news only with the people who mattered, but word spread quickly (as secrets often do). No resignation, no exit interview, just a plan to tell the absolute truth for a whole day, leave, and never come back. He had been pulled out of 2 conferences already and received 1 warning about […]

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July 16th 2015

Beverly stoked the fire. Something tapped on the window, calling her name; she did not move the curtain to look out or answer. She poured water from the kettle into a mug and the kitchen was filled with the scent of her favorite tea. Something twisted the knob on the side door, then worried at […]

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