Kate Ryan

One crawled up the side of the bag and opened her wings, a hardtop convertible with legs.

I saw my old babysitter at a women’s wrestling cage match.

I have no choice but to start all over again, tomorrow or not at all.

Like booster engines emptied of fuel, my limbs become disposable, useless tanks as the blood rushes from them.

“Don’t you smash that cake in my face, or I’ll never forgive you,” she said, and she never did, not really.

Recently, it was announced that the Ocean’s Eleven remake will be ladies-only too. Could it be that we’ve embarked on an era in which women take center stage?

She gropes for attention while he dies in the other room.

You could take this easy, informative quiz to find out with whom you side on important legislative issues and social policies. Or you could go my route and pick your candidate based on what dinosaur they resemble.

Okay, so maybe she didn’t really understand feminism.

His mind rode the lines, circling on an endless loop to nowhere as he attempted to go about his activities.