5) The world had frozen over; literally... The shrill scream of the alarm stabbed my ear, forcing me out of bed like an invisible force which threw me of. Crimson letters on my clock read, “1:32 pm”. I had slept in. I was late. I had missed the most important interview of my life, one that was going to define my future, one that would change me, one that could make me successful. I had missed it; I was exasperated, I was screwed, I was done for. I couldn’t help but wonder, “perhaps they would still let me do a late interview”, "After a rushed shower and a frantic attempt at looking presentable, I darted around my house like a man possessed. I was doing everything so quickly, it felt as if time had stopped. I was racing through all the tasks that stood before me and success, drifting past anything that might slow me down. I was the embodiment of speed - I barged through my door, and I was ready to conquer the world! I looked at the watch I had received for my birthday, an elegant, lustrous, bewitching little timepiece. the golden hands pointed towards the 1 and the 6, “1:32”. Strange. Perhaps it was just broken. Just then, I looked around, and I absorbed everything around me. I was like a child who had opened his eyes for the first time; I was like a blind man who could see. The world was still. Everything was frozen: Everything that could breathe, everything that could move, everything that could make a noise, stuck in time. Everything that I saw in front of me looked as if it came out of the deepest depths of hell, a surreal place where the laws of science, the constraints that defined our world, were broken, slaughtered, diminished... I saw pigeons floating effortlessly in the air - weightless clouds which hovered above me with ease. I saw cars that were moving but stood still, a red car stood before me, with its engines rumbling, its exhaust fuming and its tires moving, yet it stayed still, seeming like a dog that had been commanded to “sit”. I noticed a man with ginger hair in front of me. He was the definition of ordinary – a businessman who was mid-step, walking towards his next meeting. But something about him was wrong; something about him was eerie... His face was contorted with fear – a tapestry of chaos – a hysterical, panic-stricken cacophony of pure horror, seeming as if he had seen the devil himself. His face was wrong, messed up. It was disproportionate, something that could not be humanly possible. I couldn’t help but examine it further, noticing the horrible yet intricate details that meticulously covered his face. Then I saw it: a blink. Then another, an agonizing, constrained one. I stumbled back, feeling as if an invisible force had pushed me. He blinked again, this time more slowly; with more constraint. I realized. They weren’t frozen... They were trapped. His pupils twitched randomly and then focused on me, darting into my soul, peering into the deepest part of it. I felt my breath catch in my throat, it felt as if my limbs were frozen – but not from the laws of time, but something deeper, more sinister. Instinct. Dread. Then I saw it, the reflection on that crimson red car. I could see a body, another mindless corpse stood still. My body was frozen too. But I was still thinking, still aware, still alive, just like the ginger haired man. The world had frozen over; so, had I...