Author

Tina Connolly

Tina Connolly lives with her family in Portland, Oregon. Her stories have appeared in Strange Horizons, Lightspeed, and Beneath Ceaseless Skies. Her Nebula-nominated novel Ironskin is now out from Tor Books, with the sequel Copperhead coming in October 2013. She narrates for Podcastle and Beneath Ceaseless Skies, and runs the Parsec-winning flash fiction podcast Toasted Cake. Her website is tinaconnolly.com.

http://www.tinaconnolly.com/

Enchanted Objects: Buy-Sell-Trade Group, YOU MUST BE APPROVED TO JOIN

NotSoEvilQueen: Magic Mirror for sale, $200 OBO Pros: Identifies potential supermodels, could be useful to someone operating a business. Cons: Beauty is a construct, reinforces the problematic status quo (PATRIARCHY). I'll definitely say I've had enough therapy by now that I…

Useful Guinevere and the Bio-Mechanical Dragons of Neptunias

Guinevere deNeptunias scratched her blonde wig against the boulder she was chained to, watched the dragon approaching, and wished that she had taken up any other career in the universe. The trick handcuffs seemed tighter than usual. Her girlfriend Io had designed them to break…

So You Want to Write Human-Galthgearian Interstellar Romance: a Brief How-to by Eethoo Inthogearian

THE MEET CUTE It is necessary to first show your two romantic leads meeting in a ridiculous yet stimulating fashion. For example, say that your human has a good job, like she is the president of Earth, and your Galthgearian is a humble cruise ship director, working on a craft…

Dial M for Martians

"It's the perfect crime," said the little green man. "You need a million galactic credit units to pay off your gambling debts. And I need to be rid of my third horizontal living companion. You know what they say about those." The little green man waggled his antennae and nudged…

Rejuve

A knock on the door and a small boy slipped into his office. Dr. Adrian Forster (PHD) (MD) (JD) (TM) swore silently, the thread of his thought destroyed. It had been doing that lately. Harder and harder to regain his focus. Brutal once it slipped. "Dr. Forster, sir?" said the…

Hearts, Sticky with Mulch and Jam

The day Sarah gave birth to Paul, they carefully took her heart out of her chest and moved it to the outside. She understood the procedure, of course--she had seen the parents at the playground, chasing after slide-climbing toddlers, their hearts flapping against their shirts,…

Miss Violet May from the Twelve Thousand Lakes

All us fellas loved Miss Violet May, right from the start. She came from the land of Twelve Thousand Lakes, came click-clacking on the train from North to South till she met worthless Sorry Joe Weevily, and he sweet-talked her into getting off and marrying him. We'd never seen a…

The Programmer and the Social Worker, or, A Love Story about Feature Creep

He was the most expert programmer in the world, and yet when his wife discovered the malignant stage 4 paraganglioma, all that perl and C++ and knowledge of forked looped chain arrays could do nothing. So he packed up his seven laptops and his eight monitors and unrolled a spool…

Angel Plantation

Five Angels sat around the outdoor table with its tall glasses of agave nectar, each with its aloe spear. It was a four-sided table, and Angel Jerome was the loser of the unconscious display of precedence, being stuck in a bulky armed chair that would not scoot into his allotted…

Inflection

Beth was breaking down book boxes in the backroom on the day he left. She ran her box cutter down taped seams, split the tape with slashing strokes that ran into the cardboard, ran through the corrugation, frayed bits of brown into fringe. She had thought she would not see him…