Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy
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November 30th 2015 in Microfiction

“You’re famous all over the world,” the interviewer said casually. “How does that feel?” “Good – very good,” he said, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “My name is known, but not my face. I can still get a table at a restaurant.” The interviewer laughed, amused but afraid to find him […]

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November 28th 2015

Mae was 67 and packing to move into a seniors-only building when she discovered the letter from Hogwart’s. Not looking carefully, judging it to be fancy junk mail, she’d stuffed it into her paper pile (thinking she’d use the envelope for scrapbooking). “Oh, my gawd,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears as she read […]

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November 27th 2015

After speaking briefly in the kitchen, Wallace went to the light switch and popped it open (revealing a keypad behind). He punched in a code while Mavis waited, and then stepped aside for her to enter the companion sequence and approve the sweep. The metal light fixture jerked a bit as the magnetic platform under […]

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November 26th 2015

When the afternoon began to wane, Ruth took a grocery bag into the woods. She sat beneath a giant oak, craggy and almost bare of leaves, eating a cheese sandwich and absorbing the quiet. When she eventually rose, Ruth set out seeds for the flyers, nuts for the foragers, and chicken chunks for the carnivores […]

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November 25th 2015

Burt took his place underneath the table, scooching his itchy hind end across the Victorian carpet. “Oh, gawd! Burt!” Paul said, disgusted and apologetic. “I’m sorry about that.” The guests laughed and took their places for wine to be poured. Burt began his begging rotation, starting with Anna, who had a soft spot for him […]

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November 24th 2015

“With the recent attacks, we’re very concerned about your ladyship,” McDoon said, accepting a cup of tea. “This is a grand house, but it is not a fortress,” Cumberland added. “Your ladyship must feel quite frightened and vulnerable up here on the hill all alone.” “You’re both so kind to pay a call and inquire […]

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November 23rd 2015

This year, they’d made a pact: appreciate what they had – stop being ashamed. At first, it was hard to talk about Thanksgiving (the tiny apartment, the mac-n-cheese buffet, cheap beer, cheap wine, old movies, family you didn’t have or [in the interest of self-preservation] you left well enough alone), but it got easier. People […]

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November 21st 2015

Laura whispered, “What is her problem today?” as Wanda rampaged past. “I’ve never seen her like this.” Mary sipped her coffee and smiled. “This morning, she read an article about names that were going extinct in America and “Wanda” was in the top 10.” They both flinched, hearing a door slam. “Did it make her […]

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November 20th 2015

“I did somebody a good turn – returned a lost purse, I think it was, and they gave me twenny bucks,” Ollie said. “That was a good day.” He pushed his cart slowly, picking up trash from the sidewalk and throwing it into rubbish bins. “I gave most of that away, but wandered into the […]

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