Kate Ryan

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

Everyone wants to have the funny tweets because people equate them with wealth, power, and beauty. The problem is, we’re not all funny.

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

LAX, on the other hand, seemed like a perfect place to pick up the latest deadly virus.

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

My tights are cutting me in half at the waist . . . just like a sausage in its casing.

Everywhere you look these days (on Instagram), beautiful pictures abound. From teacups overflowing with succulents to smoothie bowls arranged as art. All while a lavender-haired model casually eats ice cream in front of a stupidly gorgeous Tahitian sunset. All this endless beauty has become a bit dull.

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

12:48 AM. Why would someone schedule an exorcism for the middle of a weeknight?

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