Kate Ryan

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

She gropes for attention while he dies in the other room.

She doesn’t know how to communicate the feeling that all is for nothing, nothing is normal.

My parents got the idea they’d send me to stay at my grandparents’ house in Florida for a week. I think my mother needed a week to herself.

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

Writing simply does for me what long walks do for small dogs; it makes me tired and happy.

There are some hipster things that hipsters want us to love, so we’ll join their cult. But we’re done falling for these things because we’re all unique individuals. Here are 10 things you need to avoid right now if you don’t want to be a hipster.

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.

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