Kate Ryan

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

You could take this easy, informative quiz to find out with whom you side on important legislative issues and social policies. Or you could go my route and pick your candidate based on what dinosaur they resemble.

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

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

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…

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

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

She knows you’re not supposed to call it an “it,” but she honestly can’t tell if it’s a boy or girl or . . . undecided.

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

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