Kate Ryan

Surviving the Apocalypse didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy a little romance.

Sheila applied widely and on a whim. She needed a job and she needed one fast.

My parents got the idea they’d send me to stay at my grandparents’ house in Florida for a week. I think my mother needed a week to herself.

Alma couldn’t understand why her Yelp reviews were so dismal. She didn’t advertise herself as a magician. She was a hair stylist.

Everyone wants to have the funny tweets because people equate them with wealth, power, and beauty. The problem is, we’re not all funny.

The bread had to be store-bought and white, of course, so as not to raise a red flag among my classmates. I still see rebellion in a ham sandwich.

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

I would send some chocolates, but I’m not allowed anymore since they found the shiv in the birthday cake I sent you.

I have no choice but to start all over again, tomorrow or not at all.

She gropes for attention while he dies in the other room.