Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


August 31st 2017

“I want to go out! I want to go see!” Henry cried, leaning towards the door with his full weight. Nancy groaned, clutching onto him, pulling him back. “Honey … it’s bedtime; it’s bedtime,” she said over and over. “But I want to go out and play! I want to see the other kids!” he […]

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August 28th 2017

“The poltergeist activity was, as you described it, off of the charts,” Lutz said, sitting down in front of the terrified Waudette family, “but we were able to direct it … focus it.” “Did you get rid of it?” Mr. Waudette pressed, fidgeting. “Well, no, not exactly,” Lutz responded. “First, we concentrate it, guide it […]

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August 7th 2017

They trudged sullenly to the grave, plopping down a tissue cone of gas station flowers onto the lip of the granite stone. They lulled about for a bit, distracted by thoughts of what they could be doing, when Linda noticed a dusty notecard (addressed to them) was wedged into the edging around the picture at […]

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July 5th 2017

“We are not going to talk about natural disasters with Grandpa and Grandma today,” Elizabeth said to her son, leaving no room for argument. “We are not going to talk about cataclysms of any kind, real or speculative, including what might be necessary to survive a zombie apocalypse.” “I could go to the arcade,” her […]

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June 29th 2017

“Darlings, love is a losing game – just like Amy Winehouse says,” Adrian dramatized, the back of his hand lifted high upon his forehead. “We might as well put our bath robes on and have a spa night.” “I’m not playing mani/pedi with you two weeks in a row,” Charles replied flatly. “Girls just wanna […]

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May 30th 2017

“Earth, hold her fast, down in the mud.” “Air, blow her hair around her face, disorienting her.” “Fire, mess with the flames of the grill, so that everyone is distracted.” “Water, fill her lungs.” Esther whispered the call into the wet sand where she had drawn the symbols. Enid Schnaebel would eventually totter down to […]

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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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May 5th 2017

“Two cups of truth,” Ella ordered at the counter. “Have you had a cup of truth before?” asked the barista carefully. “Yep,” Ella confirmed, “and it’s time for my brother to have his first.” The barista nodded and turned to pour. Back at the table, Ella checked the side of her cup and smiled. “Did […]

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April 18th 2017

The child awoke screaming. “I’m right here! I’m right here!” yelled the mother, running down the hall. She threw open the door to see the rumpled bed and the tear-streaked face, the finger pointing to the corner of the room. “It’s all right,” the mother cooed. “It’s going to be all right.” “Is everything all […]

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March 29th 2017

She’d laid out the tools for cookie baking across most of the kitchen, the utensils and cups arranged with precision (like a surgical tray). “Where’s Grandma?” Paul asked, looking around. “Outside … in negotiations,” Samantha answered, grinning. “Wanna go watch?” They rushed outside to the chicken yard as quietly as they could; the door to […]

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