Kate Ryan

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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…

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.

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.