Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


February 20th 2018

He heard a faint honk in the distance. And then another, farther off, and still another (answering from the highway). In the cold and the dark, he just listened and challenged himself to believe it. Somebody’s bass thumped and a warning “Woop!” from the cop car parked at the corner told them to knock it […]

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January 17th 2018

“You did what?” his mother asked, caught off guard. “Made up a ghost story,” Mikey confirmed, “about something called a karosspiegel – a monster that exchanges one of its parts for one of yours (whatever is hanging off of the bed).” “And you did this to explain why you’re on crutches?” his mother pressed, surprised. […]

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November 3rd 2017

“Yes, of course, there was light in the beginning,” Fantone agreed, “but it was not first … it was not as pivotal as we’ve made it out to be.” “Explain,” Devereaux demanded. “Well, clearly, God did not need light to create; the preoccupation with light arrived in the oral tradition – from mankind’s fear of […]

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October 20th 2017

She stole into an unused room in one of the side corridors and locked it behind her, removing a small mirror from the pocket in her sleeve and using her wand to increase its size to full-length. She opened the buttons at her neck to reveal a locket worn beneath her robes. Taking a single […]

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March 22nd 2017

“The first little pig ,” Jeremy said, sitting down at the foot of the bed, “on its straw planet, didn’t do very well against the empire.” Annie gasped. “Did it escape?” she whispered, holding the blanket up to her eyes. “Yes, but just barely,” Jeremy said with a serious look. “The second little pig, on […]

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January 10th 2017

“Why does no one ever die in The Hundred Acre Wood?” one of the young rabbits asked Owl. “Because we have plenty of space for living,” Owl said, matter-of-factly. “Simple as that.” The young ones puzzled, but couldn’t think of another question, and relaxed into complete agreement. Owl breathed a sigh of relief watching them […]

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November 3rd 2016

“I think I’d just … just rather sit in my room and read,” Paula said quietly, not looking at her grandmother. The old woman laughed. “Too old for my crazy stories of people in a small town, eh? Well, that’s just fine, Honey. Today’s yawner was going to be The Heartbreak Twins.” “The … the […]

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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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Part Two: Heather Makes a Ray Gun

July 31st 2016

“The problem with delivery is the load distribution,” Heather added to her development notes. “Small but volatile source + stable activation construct seems to equal poor frequency control.” She sighed heavily and rubbed her eyes. So close; she was so friggin’ close. Heather looked over at the clock in the basement and groaned; it was […]

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July 18th 2016

“Most likely to have a hidden web cam in the house,” Bill whispered as the blonde in sky-high heels bounced by, fashion sunglasses in place, with her phone growing out of her left ear. “One point,” Greg said in agreement. “Oh, here we go,” Sandy said quietly. “Most likely to be a hypochondriac who chews […]

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