Kate Ryan

One of my biggest fears is having a random stranger ask me, "how it’s going?" They might as well ask if I’d like to step into their van and get murdered.

She couldn’t imagine the water she sat in, the water that enveloped her body, wanted to be here.

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

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

Sheila applied widely and on a whim. She needed a job and she needed one fast.

Light some candles and use those bath salts you've been saving for a special occasion. Masturbate for 55 minutes.

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

Someone would always cook in their tighty whities, his package at eye level for the person doing French homework at the kitchen table.

She closed in on the open pores enlarged ten times their normal size by a high magnification pocket mirror.