THE SOUND OF LIFE CONTINUES As Flight 1847 crashed into violent turbulence, someone screamed. The seatbelt sign flashed red like the heartbeats of…

“THE UNEXPECTED LETTER” The day flight FL372 crashed into the northern hills, everything inside me was shattered. I remember that morning clearly —…

“THE LAST EIGHT DOLLARS” I never thought my life would revolve around the last eight dollars in my wallet. It was a cold…

**Title: “Emma’s Last Photo”** That morning, the sky in western Colorado was unusually blue. The sunlight stretched across the snow-capped mountains, glowing like…

**Title: “Secret in the Wall”** That night, my family’s new house was brightly lit. The smell of wine, laughter, and melodious music—all blended…

**Title: “The Child and the Monkey”** Mr. **Jimmy Howard** is a Stanford University biobehavioralist known for a strange passion: he believes that emotional…

**Title: “The Rich Man’s Deal”** The rain that night fell incessantly on the rusty tin roof, each drop mingling with the sobs of…

I was sitting in seat 14B — middle row, by the window. Flight 207 from Denver to Chicago departed at 9:45 a.m., clear…

I used to think I knew everything about power. I am *Lucas Grayson*, the only son of New York’s most famous real estate…

**“THE SCAR IS NOT YOURS”** A cold rain poured down on the small Oregon town that day, tearing the sky apart. Inside the…