Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Control

May 10th 2017

Kevin ordered a side salad with no croutons and blue cheese dressing. “Dieting?” Maggie asked. He nodded. “Gotta get some control,” he added, giving his belly a pat. “Giving up carbs?” she responded, dipping her grilled cheese sandwich into its companion cup of soup. “Snausages,” Kevin replied without thinking and froze. Maggie burst into laughter […]

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Fit

April 27th 2017

Chad looked out of the window at the night sky, then checked his watch. He used the remaining half of his wine to take two Advil and a pile of glucosamine chondroitin, moving to the porch and then the yard to open the side and back gates out into the field. Returning to the garage, […]

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Training

February 4th 2017

“The transformation is not romantic,” Warren told the newbies (who were hanging on his every word), “and you will not have omnipotent power. The full moon does not beam your sorry behind into a high budget Hollywood film. Your bones will break; your cartilage will explode in order to reconfigure; your skin will shred; it […]

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Family

December 15th 2016

Agatha sighed happily as she made her way carefully down the basement steps and over to the chest freezer. “They will be STARVING,” she said, lifting the lid and pulling out not one, but three boneless roasts to put in her shopping bag and hoist back up the stairs. Out in the backyard, the moon […]

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Bloodline

October 17th 2016

When the northernmost delegation was introduced, a hush fell over the crowd. “My God,” Robin whispered, “what are those?” Standing over 7 feet tall, the Arctic werewolves strode in, silver hair to their shoulders, fur cloaks held at the collar by a leather and bone clasp, orange eyes blazing. “It’s like something out of a […]

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Hazards

September 27th 2016

Susan poured herself a smoothie from the blender and settled back on the couch with a couple of iron pills to watch the news; they were covering the mysterious destruction of local gardens every full moon. She sighed heavily when her phone rang. “Hey,” she answered. “You watching the news?” Eric asked. “Of course,” Susan […]

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Manners

September 21st 2016

They met just before sunset in the clearing. Neil removed his clothing carefully and put it into a neat pile. As the others watched, he positioned his arm band (at wolf circumference) to hold his Fitbit and a small pouch. Patrick and Martha stared in disbelief as Neil put his car fob, a Swiss army […]

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Boundaries

September 2nd 2016

Popcorn was a house dog, simple as that. She liked her water fresh, her kibble heaping, and plenty of table scraps held down well within reach. Popcorn liked her yard, her house, her family (for the most part), and her memory foam bed with a clean pile of blankets for endless turning-in-a-circle fun. She was […]

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Poise

August 11th 2016

Miriam and Fran paused in their conversation to watch Doug shuffle into the kitchen, open the refrigerator door, turn and wander off slightly to get a drink of water, and then turn back to somehow collide with the appliance (having forgotten that he opened it just seconds ago), knocking bottles and jars off of the […]

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Recon

July 26th 2016

They sent Cuthbert to both conventions. Doughy with a relaxed (almost vacant) expression, he blended in easily with the throngs and was uniformly dismissed as a threat by those watching for trouble on both sides of the political spectrum. No one suspected that, if pressed, he could take out the entire main floor in under […]

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