Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


January 17th 2018

“You did what?” his mother asked, caught off guard. “Made up a ghost story,” Mikey confirmed, “about something called a karosspiegel – a monster that exchanges one of its parts for one of yours (whatever is hanging off of the bed).” “And you did this to explain why you’re on crutches?” his mother pressed, surprised. […]

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January 15th 2018

She listened to the story compassionately, nodding at all of the right times. “Are you sure it was … ,” she started, then stopped. “This is all so surreal!” she exclaimed (although it wasn’t). “I’ll talk to him,” she offered, obligated to do so. “I’ll get to the bottom of this,” she promised, not entirely […]

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December 19th 2017

He stepped up onto the platform in the dark, his footfalls echoing in the chamber. Moving to the throne, he turned and sat, looking out at those that had gathered in the cavern (crouching and shifting with their glittering eyes). The crowd was growing restless. He adjusted his black doublet (edged in white fur) and […]

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November 16th 2017

Gary was three blocks away from the stop when the bus pulled up and the doors opened. He broke into a panicked run, waving his arms and screaming, calling out for the others to tell the driver to wait. Gasping, he closed the distance and rushed the door, his left hand reaching for the stair […]

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November 8th 2017

“This is spectacular,” Greta said, looking into the box. She carefully pulled out one lock of hair, a blonde curl tied with a tiny pink ribbon. “There are I don’t know how many in here – mementos of every child she ever loved.” A door opened, then closed, and Hans was at her elbow. She […]

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October 21st 2017

“You’ve been at it a long time,” his mother said. “How many cards are you making?” “A lot,” he answered. “A whole lot. Enough for the whole year.” “Birthday cards? Valentines? Party invites? What?” his mother rummaged out at the edge of the cards where the ink was dry. On the covers, skeletons were standing […]

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September 2nd 2017

“Timmy, I’m really concerned about this very sudden propensity to cause trouble,” Mr. Hilgarr said, looking across his desk with a serious expression. “You’ve been a straight A student and a model of behavior for the other kids, and now … Well, help me understand what’s going on.” Timmy took a deep breath. “You’re not […]

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August 19th 2017

“There’s a lot of scary stuff happening in the world today,” Brad began, standing awkwardly in front of the other campers, “so my presentation is going to be about how to assess your situation for safety and decide whether to do something or run.” He used his laptop to move through the slides and paused […]

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August 11th 2017

He stared at the new recruits, his eyes blazing; they shuddered involuntarily, refused to meet his gaze. He ranted for several moments in long dead languages, then turned into a horrible creature with expansive leathery wings and flung himself mercilessly against the stone walls of the great hall. They gasped and clung to each other, […]

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July 24th 2017

Norman heard the whooping and the hollering in the side yard and muttered to himself from the chair to the switch that turned on the holy water sprinkler system. When the noise turned to shrieks and hisses, he laughed. “How you like THAT?!? Damn fool rabble-rousers!” The silence held for a while until, off in […]

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