Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


March 6th 2018

“I’m giving my notice,” Death said, pushing a piece of parchment across the angel’s desk. “Uh … okay,” the angel replied, surprised, “but … you’re Death. I … um … I’m not entirely sure Death can resign.” “I know that I’ve been here for a long time,” Death said, nodding, “but I haven’t been here […]

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January 30th 2018

“I died from the flu a couple of weeks ago,” Harry said, tucking into his lunch, “although I only found out last Friday.” The others exchanged looks and nodded. “Is it weird?” someone asked. “Yes and no,” Harry answered with no hesitation. “I mean, on the one hand, I wasn’t even aware that I had […]

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January 1st 2018

The signs had been there, of course – try as she might not to see them (pain, weakness, and a fatigue that no sleep could touch). He’d entered the parlor with a book she had begged him to fetch from the library, extending his hand carefully, when a look of surprise crossed his face and […]

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October 20th 2017

She stole into an unused room in one of the side corridors and locked it behind her, removing a small mirror from the pocket in her sleeve and using her wand to increase its size to full-length. She opened the buttons at her neck to reveal a locket worn beneath her robes. Taking a single […]

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September 20th 2017

“I cannot tell you what I know,” the letter began, “but I can share what you do not.” The old paper was soft and so delicate that some feared the act of reading would tear it. “Death is a minor inconvenience and that about sums it up. The world is all about checks and balances, […]

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September 6th 2017

“Okay, so … no,” the supervisor said. “I understand how this seemed like a good idea in terms of using technology to form a bridge, gain familiarity, yada yada, but … no.” Death set its jaw firmly and didn’t move. “There’s a certain amount of privacy and mystery that’s a part of this job; protecting […]

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July 26th 2017

When Death arrived, he found Herb Fitzroy sitting up in front of a lap tray of Jell-O shots. “Haven’t felt good all day; wondered if you were gonna stop by,” Herb said with a smile. “Almost set out the tequila, but I been workin’ on these for poker night and it seems a shame to […]

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June 16th 2017

Harriet sat very quietly at the bedside, holding Gwendolyn’s hand. “Gwen,” she whispered. “Do it,” came the faint reply. Harriet slipped a rock under Gwen’s tongue and patted her face. “Out with it,” Harriet said. “Breathe out all of your regrets, all of your secrets, all of the harm you know you’ve done. Do it.” […]

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May 18th 2017

“We’re close now,” the attending physician had said. Quietly, Marilyn opened her purse and lifted out a Ziploc bag containing a tube of lipstick, some theatrical adhesive, and a large flower. Leaning carefully over the bed, Marilyn skillfully applied the dark peach lipstick to her mother’s mouth. “This is her all-time favorite color: Georgia Summer,” […]

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April 26th 2017

“You’ve been busy this month,” Olive whispered, reaching for his hand. “Sometimes, I think I work too much,” he whispered in return. “But you do an excellent job; your boss must appreciate it,” she continued, patting the bed beside her. He sat down. “Yes,” he said, tired, “but, sometimes, even that …” “Doesn’t feel like […]

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