Kate Ryan

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

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

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

Eva, having stayed up the whole night preoccupied with death and time, planned to call in sick.

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

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.

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

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

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