Ryan Michelle Day

Ryan Michelle Day holds a Bachelor’s degree in Interdisciplinary Studies, concentrating on writing and research in Psychology. Currently residing in Florida, Ryan enjoys a lifestyle enriched by nature, spending time reading, writing, and walking beneath the live oaks. From a young age, Ryan developed a passion for literature, influenced by cherished moments spent with a grandfather who inspired an early love for storytelling. Notably, Ryan won a poetry contest at the age of nine, demonstrating a talent and dedication to writing that has persisted throughout her life

All A Lot of Oysters

Prologue & Chapter One

I turned twenty-five sometime around five p.m. on August 15th in a five-star restaurant overlooking the marina about seven hours into my thirteen-hour double-shift, and the sun was already setting behind the boats in the harbor casting a golden glow in the main dining room that I knew would turn lavender and then cobalt blue before the windows would become mirrors lit up only by the glow within, and in their reflection I would see five years wasted in this place seating expensively dressed guests at tables I no longer had a seat at…

Ryan Michelle Day

Ryan Michelle Day holds a Bachelor’s degree in Interdisciplinary Studies, concentrating on writing and research in Psychology. Currently residing in Florida, Ryan enjoys a lifestyle enriched by nature, spending time reading, writing, and walking beneath the live oaks. From a young age, Ryan developed a passion for literature, influenced by cherished moments spent with a grandfather who inspired an early love for storytelling. Notably, Ryan won a poetry contest at the age of nine, demonstrating a talent and dedication to writing that has persisted throughout her life

All A Lot of Oysters

Prologue & Chapter One

I turned twenty-five sometime around five p.m. on August 15th in a five-star restaurant overlooking the marina about seven hours into my thirteen-hour double-shift, and the sun was already setting behind the boats in the harbor casting a golden glow in the main dining room that I knew would turn lavender and then cobalt blue before the windows would become mirrors lit up only by the glow within, and in their reflection I would see five years wasted in this place seating expensively dressed guests at tables I no longer had a seat at…

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