Kate Ryan

At Monster High, Jimmy Werewolf gets another demerit for forgetting to shave again.

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

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.

The bread had to be store-bought and white, of course, so as not to raise a red flag among my classmates. I still see rebellion in a ham sandwich.

It was a tradition of theirs. When siblings Sue and Johnny went home to their mother’s for Christmas, they watched the 11 o’clock local news.

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

She got too high while watching The Bachelor and had a misanthropic breakdown.

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

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.

My tights are cutting me in half at the waist . . . just like a sausage in its casing.