Kate Ryan

The Gap come autumn: where normcore and film noir cleverly collide.

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

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

The case of beer I brought, as my mother explained, is “pure poison” and so I must drink it all by myself.

For the record, I didn’t mean to be born so tall. I didn’t ask for bulky shoulders or a head that doesn’t fit most hats.

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

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

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

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