Author
Caroline Diorio
Clockwork Wives
You are not the only android at your husband's funeral. Adrian, one of Jack's friends from work, has a new wife, short and dark-haired and delicate, the Clockwork Wives logo on her wrist half-concealed by a stack of silver bangles. She sits three pews behind you, but you hear…
The Modern Woman's Guide to Navigating Your Transformation Into an Eldritch Horror of the Deep
Ah, the Transformation. It's a different journey for every woman, but make no mistake, it's a journey we all must embark on, whether we're ready or not. One minute, you're fretting about the mundane trials of middle-age, trying to soften the marionette lines turning your smile…
Skin
You shed your skin for the first time on New Year's Eve. You are ten years old, and you are surprised at how much it doesn't hurt. Your mother helps you remove it. In the dim light of the fireplace, the dead skin has a wet, silvery sheen to it. You long to touch the limp petals…
The Cinder Girl
They called her the cinder girl, or perhaps it was something else. It's been a few centuries since then, and anyway, human names are so bland, so short, so quick to dissolve in an immortal memory. Where was I? Ah yes, the girl in the fireplace. Well, you know the story. There…
The Raleigh Temple of Artemis
The Raleigh Temple of Artemis closes at midnight. It's 11:52. The altar sweeper, a plump, snake-haired girl in a UNC Chapel Hill sweatshirt, glances at me as she Windexes the statue of Lady Artemis in the center of the pavilion. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting," I say, suddenly…