Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy
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Diary Pages: Kris Kringle

November 19th 2017 in Microfiction

The sorcerer called and the potion is ready. “Jolly in a Bottle”. I’m to drink it down at dawn on the day after Thanksgiving.
 It’s the only way to survive what’s coming: the annoying prattle of the elves, the whining, squealing children, the gut-shredding food, the 24/7 work schedule, the vapid, ignoble horror of it […]

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November 18th 2017

“Wait,” Morgan said, surprised, “you’re taking the ancient spellbook to the GRAVEYARD?” “Yep,” Cherie confirmed. “And, once there, I plan to open it and read a page at random out loud – mispronouncing most of the Latin (like a boss).” Morgan shook his head. “Do you think that’s a good idea?” “No. It’s the very […]

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November 17th 2017

A woman walked into the diner, her skin a soft rose red accented with loops and spirals that glittered gold from head to toe. She held the hand of a Normal man who led her to a table proudly. “I don’t get it,” Hult whispered. “I still don’t get what’s happened.” A young man emerged […]

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November 16th 2017

Gary was three blocks away from the stop when the bus pulled up and the doors opened. He broke into a panicked run, waving his arms and screaming, calling out for the others to tell the driver to wait. Gasping, he closed the distance and rushed the door, his left hand reaching for the stair […]

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November 15th 2017

“I must confess that I read your work only sparingly,” Batton said (with appreciation rather than criticism), “for it profoundly affects me.” “With melancholy?” Poe asked, looking out of the window at the gathering dark. “Others have said as much – that it has within it a pervasive claustrophobia and distress.” “That,” Batton clarified, “but […]

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November 14th 2017

“And now you shall DIE!” Len shrieked, lunging forward and tearing his human mask away to reveal the monster underneath. “Dammit Len!” Marcie spat back, irritated, tearing her human mask away to reveal the monster underneath. “This is MY turf!” “What the hell?” Darren sputtered, shocked, tearing his human mask away to reveal the monster […]

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November 13th 2017

Stuart walked very slowly from the house, carefully balancing the box of supplies. When he arrived at the barn, he nudged the door open (then closed) with his butt. Inside, the structure was filled with radiant light, as if the sun had decided to try something new and set in that very spot. She sat […]

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Diary Pages: Nymphadora Lupin (“Tonks”)

November 12th 2017

Do not look outside of yourself for a beautiful life, Teddy; look inside. You have our gifts as well as your own; hopelessly flawed and ridiculous, we have given you the best of ourselves (and a couple of things to keep you humble) – all of it yours to use as you see fit. Make […]

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November 11th 2017

She looked into the cave, into a darkness that seemed to expand the more she stared. All she had to do was walk in, move silently in the pitch black to the far wall, not fall to her doom using the rock to guide her to the cavern at the back, not think about spiders, […]

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