Kate Ryan

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

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

"No self-respecting journalist or publication would ever hire someone who employs the word 'sh--' as a title for anything."

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

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.

Alison learned from her grandmother how a plastic smile could take you places—especially in a place like Hollywood.

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

We all love our dogs. However, some of us take it a little too far, convincing ourselves that our dogs are actually our children. You call your dog your “baby” one day, and the next thing you know, you’re pushing him or her down the street in an expensive stroller. How did we get here? Trust me, it’s a slippery slope. Here are 12 signs you might have a dog-child.

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

He thought I was mad, but in an artistic way; I thought he was horny all the time, but in an artistic way.