Kate Ryan

She couldn’t imagine the water she sat in, the water that enveloped her body, wanted to be here.

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

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

The case of beer I brought, as my mother explained, is “pure poison” and so I must drink it all by myself.

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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.

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

“Don’t you smash that cake in my face, or I’ll never forgive you,” she said, and she never did, not really.

Everywhere you look these days (on Instagram), beautiful pictures abound. From teacups overflowing with succulents to smoothie bowls arranged as art. All while a lavender-haired model casually eats ice cream in front of a stupidly gorgeous Tahitian sunset. All this endless beauty has become a bit dull.

Fresh orange juice, milk, thick slices of ham, a block of cheese, a carton of eggs—her husband kept it this way should this moment arrive.