Lights. Camera. RCNM.

The orange of the setting sun dazzled scintillatingly against the white of the icy slopes. The glacial breeze howled against the thick canvas of the tent. The ink in Ethan's pen had long since frozen. He took a pencil and began to write in his travel diary: Day 40 "What a long day! I'm too tired to write about today in detail and in any case, James is insisting on setting out before dawn so I should sleep now. If all goes smoothly, tomorrow I shall finally reach the top of the world. Mom and Dad, at last, I shall fulfill your dream. Just one more day, and I will have conquered Everest!" He stowed away the diary and wished James a good night. James, the guide, who hadn't removed the balaclava off his face since they had met, responded with his customary grunt - he never spoke unless it was absolutely imperative.  20 minutes later, Ethan was fast asleep - snoring weakly in the thin air. Stealthily, James fetched the diary and, in the waning...

ROSE Sweat dripped off her forehead, some seeped into her eyes making them sting sharply. She stumbled helplessly over fallen branches which snapped harshly beneath her bare feet. The pale moonlight lit up the forest floor but only enough for her to see a few meters ahead of her. "Rose" A cold gust of wind made her turn around to see where the voice had come from."Rose!" A voice shrieked in the distance. ‘Aunt Iris!'' Rose shouted but she produced no sound. Suddenly a hand peeled around the trunk of the tree. Rose watched in horror as a tall man slowly made his way around the tree and into her line of vision. His face was hidden by a dark shadow. "Run!'' She jumped at her Aunt's shriek. The man began to take a few steps towards her."Rose" Her Aunt's voice seemed closer this time and Rose quickly looked past the man to see if she could see her. The man looked up at her and the shadow slowly faded away from his face...

                     I woke up to find myself in a room with grey walls on all four sides, the room seemed to have no exit whatsoever… It was very poorly equipped, with just a bed, a mirror and a lavatory. I got up from the extremely uncomfortable bed and headed towards the mirror. The mirror reflected back an image of a girl who looked malnourished and had no hair on her head, just a scalp that was filled with scars. The eyes of this girl looked dull. “Is this me?” I thought to myself and ran my hand across my scalp. The scars hurt very badly and I found myself asking questions like “Who am I? What is my name?  Why am I in this place?” At this precise moment a man entered my room. He was wearing a white suit and seemed friendly and trustworthy. The man came near me, bent down and held my hand. The warmth of his hand was comforting, almost like a hearth. The man then looked at me and said “Don’t worry, I’m here to...