Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


December 27th 2016

He walked into the break room, feeling their eyes set upon him. All talking ceased. He sighed heavily, hanging up his cloak and putting the scythe in its special stand. “It’s not my fault,” Death said quietly. They were glaring, burning holes into his back as if he’d gone to Hell’s break room by mistake. […]

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November 8th 2016

“New to this?” the angel said, turning slightly. “Yep,” the other replied, eyes widening as he took it all in. “It looks bad – it always looks bad – but, in the end, everything turns out okay,” the first said in a comforting tone. “If you say so,” came the reply, full of doubt and […]

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October 22nd 2016

“Here,” the angel said. “Stand here. Push the button to collect what is lost and make it found.” Beatrice pushed the button, utterly confused about what she was doing, but not wanting to appear stupid. And there they were. All of the love letters that had failed to reach her – promises, apologies, desperate yearnings, […]

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July 22nd 2016

“Awaken, Sleepers!” Life called as it moved down the streets in the form of a soft breeze. “Come out and claim a new day! Have no fear! The world is turning towards all those who step into its magic. I am waiting! You are everything you need!” “Cripes, does it do this every day?” asked […]

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July 11th 2016

The ranting went on and on, calling people into the streets to take sides, escalating into pointing, pushing, and promises of more where that came from. Suddenly, one of the agitators pitched forward with no warning, his lowriders pulling down to reveal boxer shorts with little hearts on them. The crowd had a field day, […]

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March 11th 2016

“I’m told that you’d like to take on a larger mission – a global project,” he asked, gesturing for her to sit down. “That’s right,” she replied, blushing. “Climate change? Poverty? World hunger?” he smiled warmly as he listed the initiatives. “Uh … no, Sir,” she said quietly. “Even bigger.” His eyebrows shot up and […]

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February 24th 2016

Henry could see angels and explain, even at 6 years old, how the wings weren’t exactly feathers (more like an air design that floated around them). Shy and quiet, he began to worry about the hype that was forming around his ability and he frequently apologized to the angels that he met for things getting […]

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January 29th 2016

When Death arrived, Moira Laherty was sitting up and waiting. “Before we go,” she said, setting her knitting aside and patting the comforter to indicate that he should sit, “I’d like to talk through what I noticed when Bertie, Graham, and a bunch of the others passed.” Death sat, more out of surprise than a […]

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January 8th 2016

“I … I just can’t go in there. Boss, I’m really sorry, but I just … I can’t,” Tim said guiltily, returning from the front door of the bungalow with his shoulders slumped. Death sighed. “Look, it’s not like anything can happen to you, Tim. You’re an angel.” “No, I know. I mean … I […]

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Sounding Board

December 17th 2015

“We’ve completed the first review of the footage – the best bits from the four-year project (video and audio). It’s … well …,” Stanton looked down at his feet, stopping cold. “It’s always hard to finish, man,” Allen replied. “Four years of work; it’s going to be weird.” “It’s life-changing,” Stanton finished, unaware his friend […]

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