Kate Ryan

Surviving the Apocalypse didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy a little romance.

“You are the naked girl on horse, yes?” he said, approaching her table from across the café patio.

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

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

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.

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.

I saw my old babysitter at a women’s wrestling cage match.

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

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

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