Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Send

May 15th 2017

She hit “Send” and sighed. This was hard (much harder than she thought) and it was getting old. “Maybe no more personals ads,” she said to herself. “I’m just not meeting the right kind of people.” She poured milk onto her cereal and sat down to eat it. “Same thing every time,” she whispered. “It […]

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Alarm

May 13th 2017

Fern sat in the yard watching the shed intently. From the occasional sniff, she learned that the creature was changing (growing); if the groans of the thin metal walls were any indication, the thing would be huge (and hungry). Fern scratched behind her ear and casually walked over to the bushes to dig up something […]

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Vernacular

April 20th 2017

“They tease me,” he said, sitting down at the end of the dock. “They accuse me of slipping – in my mind and in my writing.” He trailed two fingers along the surface of the water. Moments later, glowing eyes appeared, looking up at him through the blue. “Today, my publisher asked me what he […]

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Real

March 31st 2017

“It’s helped us so much,” she said to the therapist. “Getting real and keeping it real has given us so much clarity!” “It has,” he added. “I never imagined that telling it like it is could draw us so much closer together.” The therapist smiled and nodded. “It’s the simple things – like giving him […]

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Inheritance

March 21st 2017

“I love it here,” Jenny said, looking out at the rolling hills and the woods beyond. “I’m so glad,” her grandmother said. “It’s good to have you visit.” “Please don’t ever sell the farm,” Jenny added. “All of my best memories are here.” “No plans to sell,” Grandmother comforted, “although it will need someone to […]

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Hey

February 23rd 2017

Ryan climbed into bed and waited, eyes wide and blankets pulled up to his chin. Within seconds, the closet door began to creak open and there was a soft wiggling sound under his bed. He reached out a shaking hand and hit the button to turn on his reading light. “Hey,” he said softly, looking […]

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Group

December 12th 2016

The Night Therapist rose at 4pm, fixed a light meal, and made a quick outline for group over a glass of wine. So many of them came every week, heartbroken and desperate, searching for answers to why (“Why can’t we be together?” “Why don’t I ever learn?” “Why do I eat the ones I love?”) […]

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Isolation

November 21st 2016

“Isolation and loneliness are the enemies of settler life, impeding resourcefulness and challenging emotional stability. Making a golem is the perfect thing for long years in the open wastes building habitats. The simulacrum serves as a distinct presence and, in some cases, may demonstrate an awareness of, an affinity for, or an interest in you […]

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Sound

August 10th 2016

“Honestly, I have GOT to know what that sound is,” he said, standing up. She grabbed his arm. “It’s almost midnight; just leave it until the morning.” “I can’t; it’s driving me nuts,” he replied. “Every night – every single night about this time, that sound starts in the basement. Clicking and scraping.” “What if […]

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Rewind

July 21st 2016

“Maybe I’ll go back to school,” Fran said, watching the security video playback in the office. “This is a dead end if ever there was one.” She reflected, very briefly, on the morning’s annual review, noting that it was lackluster and the raise was meager (from you-can’t-survive-on-this to you-can’t-survive-on-this-plus-thirty-cents-an-hour). Fran sighed. She didn’t give a […]

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