Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Nature

June 19th 2017

“I feel at home outdoors, you know?” Matt whispered in the darkness. “There’s something primal about it.” “Yes, there’s something very primal about your posh tent, your arctic sleeping bag, and your Coleman camping stove,” Erica whispered in reply. “YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN,” Matt huffed. “I just like being out in nature – looking […]

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Footsteps

June 2nd 2017

“I HEARD FOOTSTEPS!” Mimi cried. “Oh, Honey,” her father said softly, patting her. He rose from the bed and opened the closet door carefully. “See? No one is there. Not in here, not in the hallway, and not downstairs.” She sniffled. “But I heard something.” “I know, Sweetie,” her father said. “My imagination can play […]

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Custom

February 27th 2017

“I was wondering about your custom leatherwork,” said the caller. “Yep,” Jack said. “We do a lot of unique pieces; we’ve used just about every kind of leather.” “That’s wonderful,” the caller responded. “Would you have any problem making something out of human skin? I understand if it’s more.” Jack rolled his eyes. They got […]

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Training

February 4th 2017

“The transformation is not romantic,” Warren told the newbies (who were hanging on his every word), “and you will not have omnipotent power. The full moon does not beam your sorry behind into a high budget Hollywood film. Your bones will break; your cartilage will explode in order to reconfigure; your skin will shred; it […]

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Lot

December 9th 2016

Jim sat in his car, not sure why he couldn’t turn it off and get out. Holiday music blared on the lot and lights twinkled, strung into a makeshift awning. “So many trees,” Jim whispered, hands still gripping the wheel tightly. “Doesn’t the forest miss all of its trees?” Someone banged on his car; Jim […]

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Stupid

November 30th 2016

“I just don’t want to die in a stupid way,” he said, wringing his hands. “I just don’t want that to be the only thing memorable about me.” The old gypsy woman smiled slightly. “You will have a long life … ” “Okay, but I don’t want to die on the toilet or roll off […]

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Weasels

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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Taxi

November 5th 2016

“Romania has the best taxi service in the world – the easiest scheduling, the best (and friendliest) drivers, and the lowest fares,” Helen said, smiling and holding open the door. “That surprises me,” Carl replied. “Is tourism that important?” “Airport,” Helen said to the cabbie, who nodded. “It’s not the tourism, it’s … the Dragon.” […]

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Harm

October 27th 2016

“What’s the weirdest thing you ever saw?” Marge asked him, and Buck put both elbows on the bar. “Tough one,” he answered. “I’ve passed through so many small towns that’ve raised the hairs on the back of my neck.” Marge waited, and the bartender loitered (just inside of earshot). “I guess,” Buck said, taking a […]

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Trees

October 21st 2016

The winter trees, dry and bitter, cracked with memory and twisted with sorrow or rage, rose up and claimed the coming season. In the forest, the others retreated, afraid and needing rest to regain their suppleness and sense of hope. The coming darkness was a time to stay indoors, but the villagers rarely listened to […]

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