Kate Ryan

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

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

Okay, so maybe she didn’t really understand feminism.

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

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

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

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

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.

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