Lights. Camera. RCNM.

Arun was woken up almost instantaneously when the thunderous sound engulfed his ears. Almost a second later a bright white beam of lightning appeared, seeming as if it momentarily tore the sky open. He saw a boy standing beside him, looking at the distant horizon. “The tree’s collapsed. The rock’s slippery. No chance of descent.” Told the boy, his gaze still fixed. Arun sighed. Memories of the night before infiltrated his mind like that of a faded dream. He and his friend, Wasim, had gone hiking into the deep forest that lay behind Arun’s newly bought farmhouse. As rumors went, that forest was an epitome of nature’s wrath. It seemed a great plan to Arun, though Wasim remained skeptical. Both had been adequately warned that the forest was only for experienced trekkers to deal with, but the vim of their youth blinded them. They had left the house full of zest and everything went just perfect. But when dusk fell, sudden heavy rain and lightning came and it seemed as...

That morning I was over the top, visiting my family after a whole year of hard work. Just holding the glistening boarding pass in my hands, among my fingers gave me a strange sense of satisfaction. “Oceanic 815” it said “From New York to Los Angeles”. Who would have thought that something so joyous would turn into something so perilous? Before I knew it we hit turbulence... And suddenly everything seemed hazy. Darkness hovered over my eyes. The last thing I can vaguely remember was the pilot trying to comfort his passengers by saying that the aviation control crew was trying its best to rescue us. All I remember after that was a ‘thud’ that marked our crash landing and that I lay unconscious. I finally woke up after…was it hours? Days? Months perhaps? I did not know and there was no way to find out. As I picked myself up and the vision cleared a tad the sight made me wish that I had never woken up. All I could see around me was sheer destruction. A hundred and eighty voya...

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...

​ ​ That feeling to do something to push your senses, to feel that rush, to feel that ecstasy. To want to be so awake that could even pass out by exhaustion; but with a smile, but with contentment and no thoughts of tomorrow. I am sick and tired of boredom. Bored people slumbering boring words about bored habits and I want to get out...  Ever felt that way before? Done something that got your blood racing? And wasn't it worth it?  Have you did it all planned up or was it jut spontaneity that took over? Didn't that make you feel a little more good about yourself? A little more confident? A little more alive?  They say stupidity mixed with arrogance mixed with anger mixed with adrenaline is a lethal combination. Wise would never fall prey to this combination.  Aries: Wise. *snort*  Leo: Yes, aren't grapes always sour for you bitches?    Scorpio: Enough with the talk. Who all got guts for some adrenaline junky?  ...