Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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May 5th 2016

When the portal opened, Cthulhu pointed. “Place some of the eggs in there; it’s an excellent temperature for incubation.” The sothoth hesitated, unsure. “It’s all right,” Cthulhu shrieked comfortingly, “we’ve used this place before – and one of the hatchlings patrols it for safety.” The sothoth undulated very carefully down to the edge of the […]

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April 13th 2016

Nearly all of the land and air forces had been destroyed before the discovery was made. When it was observed (by an eight year old boy playing near his father’s merchandise kiosk off of Isshiki Beach) that Godzilla wasn’t hunting humans, he was just trying to get to the closest sushi cart or restaurant, government […]

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