Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


May 17th 2017

“So … what are we going with here?” the tattoo artist asked. Mitchell paused. “Celtic knot design,” he said, pointing to a page in the book. “Great choice,” came the reaction. “Summoning spell or long life?” “Long life,” Mitchell answered, “but just one.” “Really? Go big or go home, huh?” the tattoo artist grinned, loading […]

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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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March 27th 2017

Phil cared for every animal dumped out at the junkyard. He tended to their injuries (that first aid class at the community college had always come in handy), kept them safe (made warm and comfortable shelters out of scraps of this and that, heated with a caged lamp insert that he ran minimally off of […]

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December 17th 2016

“In life,” the executor read aloud, “I paid you to care. I did it willingly; I understood the arrangement.” Charles shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I was pleased to offer you an education. I felt it was my distinct obligation to provide bail money. And, as far as lessons repeatedly learned, I thought I should […]

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November 14th 2016

“S719 is more than awake; I cannot adequately explain,” one droid messaged to the other as they moved to the door, which opened before they could knock. In the impenetrable darkness of the abandoned container, orbs of light pulsed gently and sigils glowed (embedded in its walls – one green, one gold, one red, and […]

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PART TWO: Teaching Some People Some Manners

October 30th 2016

The cops never did question her about the boy and Clara did not spend her time on worry and guilt. By the time a room was prepared for her at the memory care center, she had corrected the neighbor’s tendency to throw his cigarette butts in his yard, demonstrated exactly why today’s youth should give […]

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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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October 12th 2016

Zoe groaned as her dad opened the door. “But I have homework to do!” she said in her most emphatic whine. “It’s your turn to help Grandma get changed; now, go on,” he replied. She sighed, impossibly burdened. Zoe muttered to herself as she made her way downstairs, taking her own sweet time. As she […]

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September 29th 2016

The angel sighed as it sat. It had played two cutthroat rounds of strip Gin Rummy, quilted a Christmas square, argued politics over beer and popcorn, skateboarded at breakneck speed through an empty office park, buried three stockpiles of ill-gotten gains, wrestled a gator, and had consumed enough spice cake for several eternities. “Long day?” […]

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August 12th 2016

David sighed as he bagged most of the shoes in his closet. Behind him, boxes of new shoes waited to be laid out. A bag of ties sat near the bed, ready for a trip to the charity shop. The suits, the pants, the everything; David sighed again. Yesterday, someone at work had remarked that […]

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