Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


September 29th 2017

“Do not stare into the dramas and tangles of life,” Hon Lek said to the novices. “Do not take on the habit of rushing at them or wrestling with them.” The room was silent. “They are not real,” he continued. “The question before you, in every situation, is: will you put your life force here? […]

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August 24th 2017

Mike begged off of going out to lunch with everyone, putting an irritated face on his decision to remain behind because of deadlines. After they’d gone, Mike stole out to his car (parked in full shade) and laid down in the back seat with a couple of blood bags from the cooler. For so long, […]

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August 12th 2017

“It’s just … really hard to fit in,” he said, looking down at his lap. “Sometimes, being an outsider gives you a broader perspective on the world,” the guidance counselor said gently. “It’s not a bad thing.” “But I don’t … have any friends,” he said, pained. “You have yourself, and coming to terms with […]

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August 10th 2017

“Some write from the richness of their lives; I write from lack.” Stoddard held the page close to his readers, balanced carefully in his gloved hands. “I write of things I do not know now and fear I will never know: wealth, security, and robust physical health.” “Wow,” Stoddard said, not looking up. “Just wait,” […]

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June 30th 2017

“When did you notice that you were being followed?” the officer asked. “About two months ago,” Hannah answered. Two firemen pushed past them. “And you would or would not describe this as “stalking behavior”?” the officer prompted. “No, not stalking …. uh … maybe guarding,” Hannah responded. “In a tracking way – out of possessiveness […]

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June 24th 2017

“What are you doing, Grandma?” Toby asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Drinking champagne,” his grandmother answered proudly, setting her glass down and lifting him up to the breakfast counter while hugging him tightly. “Mom and Dad only do that kind of stuff at night,” Toby yawned. “I’m older than they are and I […]

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June 21st 2017

Shadows materialized by the gate and the security guard opened it promptly. “Good evening! Safe travels?” Barlow inquired. They nodded, yellow eyes glowing softly in the darkness. He extended a small glass of red liquid to each of them. “To refresh you,” Barlow said, turning and spreading his arms expansively. “Welcome to the Sunset Palms […]

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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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