VA Resonance

  The Crawford Hall Chapter 1 The flickering light from Sarah's phone cast dancing shadows on the pizza boxes piled high on the coffee table. A nervous energy crackled in the air, thick enough to cut with a knife. Tonight, was the night. Tonight, they were going to The Crawford Hall. "Guys, are you sure about this?" Michael squeaked, his voice barely a whisper over the rustling of chip packets. His pale face shone even whiter in the flickering phone light. Sarah, the unofficial leader of the group, shot him a reassuring grin. "Relax, Michael. It'll be an adventure! Besides," she added with a wink, "we have everything we need. Maps, snacks, flashlights..." "Flashlights that might die and leave us plunged into eternal darkness with whatever lurks in that creepy building," Michael muttered, clutching his backpack strap like a lifeline. Emily, ever the optimist, nudged him playfully. "Don't be such a scaredy-cat, Michael. It'll

  A matter that nobody has ever thought | Part 2 Hey, my dear friendly neighborhood Wattpad catalysts! It's been a while since I last published something in Wattpad. Well there was some problem here and there... and while taking some time off I thought of turning this single essay into a whole looooooooooong series... So, without any chit-chat, why not let you all jump straight into my own new void series. " Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But, since no one was listening, everything must be said again. " by Andre Gide. On similar lines- as everything what I thought alone was considered nothing but a dream and thoughts. Since there was no one around me, the things that I thought are what we called thoughts. So everything that I thought must be written in this magical website so that I can share my thoughts with others to put a full stop on this overall cycle ( not a bicycle or a recycle bin off course ). There are uncountable things one can think of

  The Promise Mourning scenes: It was a cold, shiny, overcrowded day thronging with ant-sized humans. The room was ridiculously cold, and my skin was damp against the sheets. No matter how extreme the temperature was, I was addicted to the calming lull of the air conditioner as I slept. The mourning sun was playing peek-a-boo with the clouds as its rays snuck in through the blinds. The muscles in my lower neck and shoulders were throbbing like HELL, as if someone were twisting the muscle tissues in my lower neck from the inside. My eyes hurt when the shivering coldness from the air conditioner got to them. Shrieking voices of traffic and whistles of cooker reached the skinny door of the outer layer of my ears and knocked... without my permission, they intruded in and through all the way sending the signals in my brain taking a small wild vacation. It rang a bell, and I could hear the voices and loud noises around me. My throat went dry as if some fly passed by and sucked all

A matter that nobody has ever thought!!! Precautions: A lot of hyperboles is used in this text. So don't exactly take this topic seriously. It's just a guess, and an opinion, about which I always wanted to share. Have any of you been lately thinking about the matters that nobody has ever thought of, something exclusive, something out of the unknown box or extraordinary or maybe something appalling? Because I've been lately thinking about a lot of matters, and I guess nobody has ever thought about this in quintillion years. What if people could think about infinity matters? What if there were no matters left to think of? But, probably that won't happen, no, it can't be, cause  the probability for this is an absolute 0% . Well, the main point for this text is, the matters that only  0.0000001%  of people think of, which off course includes me and excludes you all, until you read the whole entire text by yourself. Imagine that you're roaming in space, and you have