1. Room 12B Morning on the thirtieth floor of St. Gabriel Hospital began with a thin, paper-flat light creeping through a fogged window,…
1. The Night That Smelled of Burning Metal The plains wind blew cold, cutting through the rows of corn crushed flat as if…
1. The Crash It began with the sound of metal being torn apart from the inside out — the kind of sound that…
On the Denver morning when the wind blew clean and the mountains looked close enough to touch, she woke before her alarm. Lena…
I forgot my passport. A trivial detail, as small as a paperclip, but one that could drag my entire Paris business trip down…
The wreckage of Flight 228 lay like the broken skeleton of a leviathan across the frozen plain of Wyoming’s Bighorn Mountains. The crash…
David Miller, a 35-year-old software engineer American from California, was sitting on the flight from Washington D.C. to Tokyo. He was flying this…
Emily Thompson, a 22-year-old American girl from New York, was sitting at JFK airport, waiting for her flight to Washington D.C. She had…
My name is Alex Rivera, an eighteen-year-old young man wandering amidst the cold streets of New York, where neon lights sparkle like stray…
My name is Emily Thompson, living in a peaceful suburban area of New York City. My husband, John, is a typical American software…