Kate Ryan

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

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.

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

One crawled up the side of the bag and opened her wings, a hardtop convertible with legs.

His mind rode the lines, circling on an endless loop to nowhere as he attempted to go about his activities.

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

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.

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

Hollywood continues to flounder in a dick-sucking frenzy of self-congratulatory white male directors, writers, and producers.

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