Kate Ryan

Writing simply does for me what long walks do for small dogs; it makes me tired and happy.

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

At Monster High, Jimmy Werewolf gets another demerit for forgetting to shave again.

Eva, having stayed up the whole night preoccupied with death and time, planned to call in sick.

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

Is flagging potentially offensive material taking the PC movement too far?

Alma couldn’t understand why her Yelp reviews were so dismal. She didn’t advertise herself as a magician. She was a hair stylist.

The bread had to be store-bought and white, of course, so as not to raise a red flag among my classmates. I still see rebellion in a ham sandwich.

He died a violent death. I saw him myself, flopping between wooden blades, his head bent back strangely.

She doesn’t know how to communicate the feeling that all is for nothing, nothing is normal.