Kate Ryan

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

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

Alison learned from her grandmother how a plastic smile could take you places—especially in a place like Hollywood.

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.

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

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

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

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I saw my old babysitter at a women’s wrestling cage match.

Is flagging potentially offensive material taking the PC movement too far?