Kate Ryan

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

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

She couldn’t imagine the water she sat in, the water that enveloped her body, wanted to be here.

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

LAX, on the other hand, seemed like a perfect place to pick up the latest deadly virus.

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

12:48 AM. Why would someone schedule an exorcism for the middle of a weeknight?

It was a tradition of theirs. When siblings Sue and Johnny went home to their mother’s for Christmas, they watched the 11 o’clock local news.

Everywhere you look these days (on Instagram), beautiful pictures abound. From teacups overflowing with succulents to smoothie bowls arranged as art. All while a lavender-haired model casually eats ice cream in front of a stupidly gorgeous Tahitian sunset. All this endless beauty has become a bit dull.

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