Kate Ryan

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

The Gap come autumn: where normcore and film noir cleverly collide.

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.

Motherhood is easily the toughest, most sacred job on earth. Without moms, the human race simply wouldn’t be here. But personally, I’d rather dangle myself from dental floss over a volcano full of spiders than push another human being out of my body.

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

He thought I was mad, but in an artistic way; I thought he was horny all the time, but in an artistic way.

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

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.

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

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