Mark

Right as I’m about to die, I realize all the myths are fake.There’s no white light at the end of a tunnel. My life isn’t flashing before my eyes. All I can think about is how much I want to live. I moved to New York City a month ago to become the best journalist the world had ever seen. To find the greatest stories never told.And now here I am—Henry Parker, twenty-four years old and weary beyond r...