And never, ever let anyone see you right. Ellen nodded slowly, watching her reflection. Practice the movements. Slower, stiffer, the careful, pained gate of a…

My name is Rasheed. I’m 34 years old. What I’m about to tell you happened on March 15th, 2016. I was clinically dead for 8…
Their story would be taught in schools studied by historians, memorialized in books and articles and monuments. They would become part of the historical record…
Ellen opened her eyes and looked directly at the woman for the first time. Behind the green tinted glasses, she studied the face that was…
Transcripts: The hand holding the scissors trembled slightly as Ellen Craft stared at her reflection in the small cracked mirror. In 72 hours, she would…

My name is Amina Hassan and on June 12th, 2017, I died for exactly 31 minutes after ISIS soldiers shot me in my village in…

Most people read Matthew chap 24 and assume they understand it. Wars, famines, earthquakes, the end of the world. But buried in verse 8 is…
Boston would offer more safety than Philadelphia. And eventually, even Boston wouldn’t be enough, and they would have to flee again. This time across an…
Ellen lifted the pen, holding it awkwardly in her left hand, and brought it toward the paper. Her hand trembled, not from the performance now,…
but completely lucid, my cognitive functions apparently intact, despite the prolonged absence of oxygen to my brain. My vital signs, which should have been chaotic…





