Kate Ryan

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

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

As an Uber driver, I have the privilege of talking to and eavesdropping on a sampling of L.A.’s finest, ranging from the clinically insane to the simply self-absorbed. As a writer, there is no end to the amount of inspiration my passengers provide.

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

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

For all of you crazy people that think going to Target is ever a good idea during the holiday season, this is a list on how to survive a shopping trip to Target is for you…

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

The birds abandon their posts in the pepper trees, sending tiny, oblong leaves raining to the ground.

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

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