Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy
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Warning

July 30th 2015 in Blather

Tiki rushed in shaking all over. “Man, are there some things in the woods!  Those are some SMELLS!” he said, wiggling excitedly. “I know!” Bentley chimed in. “I got a huge whiff of undead horde!” “I was downwind of a migrating werewolf pack on my way over,” Max added, scratching his ears. “There are at […]

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Answers

July 29th 2015

Arlene went to the library and pieced together enough information to successfully trap the demon in the garage for an hour or so. In forcing it to speak, she confirmed that not much could be done to deflect, dispel, or minimize the doom coming to her family, but she really kind of admired its clear […]

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Caught

July 28th 2015

“I know what it’s like to be your age and feel curious,” his dad said and Smaug could feel his face flush red. “It’s just … not a good idea … at such a young age … to search for this stuff on the internet. It’s dangerous, Son.” Smaug groaned. “I won’t do it again.” […]

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Words

July 27th 2015

“I told Robert to mail these out posthumously so, TA DA, the fat lady is thusly singing,” the letter said. “I want you to remember me going out the way I came in – making a fuss and looking for the free drinks, my cheeks rosy and my hair Hollywood perfect.” “Don’t let yourself dwell […]

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Training

July 24th 2015

As they sat in the bar, Luke’s training continued. “The Force moves with us, moves through us, is part of us,” Obi Wan said, signaling for another round. “So,” Luke interjected, “the Force is in all of us?” “No,” the Jedi master replied very abruptly. “You must resist childish generalities like that. The Force is […]

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Visitor

July 23rd 2015

Greg was surprised to find Mina awake and alert, sitting up in bed, and alone. “Hey!” he said, reaching for her hand. “Hey, yourself!” she said, taking it and holding on. Greg sat down and started talking, trying so hard to remember everything that he’d rehearsed in the car and failing. “Goodbyes are hard,” Mina […]

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Homicide

July 22nd 2015

Olson lifted the yellow tape and crossed under it. “You guys call Special Investigations?” he asked the first cop. “Sure did; got us the most gruesome homicide I’ve ever seen,” came the response. “Come this way,” he continued, leading Olson onto the all-too-familiar set. “Any clues about the perp?” Olson asked. “A suspect has been […]

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Shieldmaiden

July 21st 2015

Althea stepped out from behind a tree; she wore a Hello Kitty bike helmet and carried both a cardboard shield and a spork from KFC. “Leave him alone, Marta,” she said flatly to the older girl who was bullying Robbie James. “Say what? You talkin’ to me, Freak?” Marta rounded, puffed up to twice her […]

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It

July 20th 2015

“A-and you are …,” Stanislov stammered. “I am its Renfield,” she said. He nodded and she smiled. “Most expect a man named ‘Renfield'; it is a common misconception propagated by the Irishman’s ridiculous book. A Renfield is a class name – a guild, if you will, much like the Freemasons.” “Ah,” Stanislov replied, not taking […]

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