Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27012445-20151028163903


 * “Jef..rey, I must be brief."


 * “The entities you see are real. They are the Putti, disgusting creatures that exist in the spaces between your world and mine. They are the hate that springs from dogma, the oppression in the guise of righteousness, and the suffering from the pursuit of salvation. They are the reasons we kill in the name of a deity.”


 * “They have fed from your people and mine since the beginning. Unions with the parasites subjugate the host to extremism, religious fanaticism, and superstition. They are the puppet master to the puppets that start holy wars."


 * "Three hundred years ago in your history, something happened, something that diminished their numbers and allowed the seeds of logic, reason, and science to take root in your society. We desperately need that knowledge. Jeffery, please help us uncover this lost secret that will free us from this perpetual dark age of ignorance and theocratic oppression."


 * “Whatever you decide, Jeffery, do not let them know you can see them! They lust for flesh that has the sight, as you do. They will blister your skin with the seeds of their progeny and immeasurable agony will be inflicted upon your body as you gestate their future offspring.”


 * “Remember; do not let them know you can see them! Whatever you do, do not le…...em…. you ….se……..m!”

I came back to awareness in the middle of a basketball game during gym, oblivious to being stared at, I jokingly thought to myself, "Hmmph, I wasn’t expecting that.”

Since hearing the woman's voice and hour ago, something interesting has occurred. Well, something else interesting besides receiving an inter-dimensional message from another race: My head was clear. It's like the message did something to me. It’s like that out of balance tire on my stepdad’s pickup. When we would drive, it would thump and rattle the whole truck. He balanced the tire and no more bumpy and noisy rides. Maybe the strange message balanced my mind. The voices remained, but now I could tune it out, like background noise. I'm not suffering anymore.

I needed time to think and be alone. Wow, I missed being able to just think! The teachers had already been keeping an eye on me because of my recent behavior, so convincing them to let me go home was easy. They literally demanded my mom to get me, but I convinced them that I could walk the three-quarters of a mile to our house. My mom gave her permission after telling her exactly what she wanted to hear: “I really could use some alone time with God” and “it’s such a nice day, it will make me feel closer to Him. (Liar)''

Soon, I was packing my things up and out the main doors. I headed towards my home. I thought it was kind of funny that the school was so desperate to avoid any public on-campus incidents with their special needs student. They were thrilled when my mom gave her consent to allow me to leave. The one student, who they suspected to be on the verge of a psychotic breakdown just walked out the front door. (Worthless)

The walk just flew by. I was lost in thought thinking about my message.


 * (A rustling of leaves from the right.) 

What happened three hundred years ago that was relevant? Well, what is relevant? These things are real and can only be seen by a few people, people like me. The people they suck on show extreme fanaticism towards religion. This religious fanaticism has been responsible for a large number of the wars and death in human history. They are what cause hate, anger, and death from the world’s religions. It’s been Cherubs, or the...the Putti this entire time!
 * (A swoosh of air from above.)
 * (Leaves rustling from the tree up above.)
 * (Creaking from a bending branch.)

I rounded the corner to my and picked up my pace to cover the remaining five hundred feet.


 * (Swoosh.)
 * (Branches rustling; closer to the ground.)
 * (Leaves falling to the ground.)

I am confident in the control I just regained over my mind, but I’m not stupid either. I quickly pulled out my house key and fumbled to get the door to my house open. I'm tried not to make it too apparent that I was a little unnerved.


 * (Swoosh.)
 * (A soft thump of something landing on the roof)

The old lock stuck as the tumblers within the mechanism refused cooperate with the key.


 * (Scratch)
 * (Scratch)
 * (Bits of dirt and debris fall from the edge of the roof overhang.)

The key finally turned, unlocking door, however, it was old and often became wedged within the frame. I slammed my shoulder into the door trying not to show I was panicking!


 * (wwwaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhh!)

Finally, the door frame released the door and I nearly fell through. I regained my balance and shut the door and locked it so fast it was almost like magic! (Witch!)

Wait a minute! What did you say? Witch? Witch trials? Salem Witch trials, The Spanish Inquisition, The Catholic, and Protestant wars, the Crusades! They had so much power back them! They slaughtered millions of people in the name of God, but something happened that took that power away! Something happened in the past that either took their control away or killed off a lot them. That was the window of opportunity that allowed science to take hold and grow. The Putti never recovered from that! They are trying real hard, but religion has never regained the same level of power or influence it once had. So what happened?

I spent the next hour looking through some old Britannia Encyclopedias we had in stored in the shed. I was reading about the end of the Age of Enlightenment and the French Revolution in 1789 when I decided to move from the living room into my bedroom. Walking into my room while finishing up the last paragraph, I absently closed the door behind me and a light breeze began to flutter the pages of my book. I froze at the sight of my open bedroom window. We never left windows open when anyone wasn't home. Never!

I quickly recovered and regained my composure. I scanned the room as naturally as possible and saw it immediately. Sitting on my bed was a small and chubby baby with leathery skin and wings. It was sitting up on its bottom, a familiar pose you would see in most baby pictures and portraits. Its arms and legs were abnormally long and slowly writhe. They weren’t flexible like tentacles, but multi-jointed with knuckles running the entire length of the appendage ending in short stubby digits.

Its face was chubby, but not in a cute way; more like clumps of cottage cheese packed under its sickly gray skin. The nose was turn up and more like a pig than a person. The eyes were bluish white marbles veined with red vesicles and sit within reddish wet eyelids. Its facial expression was blank, the most disturbing feature of the creature.

My intuition was screaming to run as fast as I could (It knows you can see it) but I remembered they can’t know I can see them (They already do.) Without looking suspicious, I needed to get out of my room as soon as possible. I walked to my closet and change into a more comfortable shirt and then walked to my desk and pretended to read. It watched me intensively without breaking its gaze.

The desk is positioned facing away from the bed, making difficult to keep an eye on the monster. I pretended to read for as long as I could stand it before I slowly cocked my head to catch a glimpse of the creature. The spot on the bed it sat in was empty! At that moment, I feel a tug at my pant leg as the long slender arm wraps around my leg. (I wouldn’t look if I were you.) Without turning my head, I looked down and saw it preparing to crawl up my leg. (Told ya!)

As the appendage slithered up my leg, it slipped under my pant leg and start pulling down the socks I wore, getting closer to my bare skin. The moment it made contact with my skin, I felt it stiffen. A vivid image exploded in my mind but was sharply cut off. Its head snapped upward and made eye contact with me. Its face contorted into a look of horror and rage, and then it let out a blood-curdling scream that hurt my ears. It sounded like a pig being slaughtered! It knew I could see it. (You're fucked!)

It attempted to disentangle itself from me but not before I started to shake it off violently and fell over my chair and hit the floor hard. I sat up as the winged beast orientated itself. It looked at me and I looked at it. It looked at the open window, then back at me. In a burst of speed, it scurried like an obscene worm along the floor towards the open window. I quickly remembered my warning, "Whatever you do, do not let them know you can see them!" That image flashed in my mind again. (Do something!) '' It was lifting itself up from the frame when I lunged at it and grabbed it lower extremity. I yanked and tried to pull it off of the window sill. It fell to the floor and quickly turned and flicked its long arm at me like a whip. It made contact across my chest and I immediately felt a warm wetness spread down my belly from the talon that had been extended from its stubby digits.

It postured at me by holding both its lanky arms upwards like two scorpion tales, one of its tips still covered in my blood. It started flicking both of the whip-like appendages in rapid succession as it maneuvered its way back to the open window. That image flashed once more in mind. (If you let the little goober get away, it's gonna tell the others and you're gonna end up like that!)

I quickly grabbed the seat portion of the broken chair. I held it up like a shield and rammed the beast as hard as I could into the wall and using all my body weight I pinned it against the wall. From the edges of the chair seat, was a violent display of wiggling tentacles and fluttering wings. I pressed my shoulder into the wooden seat drove it in harder. Through chaotic writhing mass of wiggling and flutter, I reach around and got a good grip on one of its wings. I pulled as hard as I could without letting up on the wooden seat. It tore out of the creature like a piece of velcro.

Blackish-brown body fluid sprayed out the stump. The liquid looked and felt like motor and caused me to slip and we both fell to the ground hard. It turned on its belly and weakly began trying to make its way to the window. With the wing still in my hand, I quickly got to my knees and I beat it into unconsciousness with its own severed body part.

I raced to the shed and pulled out an old metal kennel I remembered was there. I dragged the heavy cage into my room, hoping the little demon had not regained consciousness. It was still lying on the floor on its side in a pool of its own blood that had now begun to congeal. I grabbed it and quickly flung it into the cage and locked the door with a padlock and collapsed to the ground.

I don’t know how long I sat there, just staring at. It was the ringing of a phone that broke my trance. I answered the phone, turning my back to the monstrosity. It was my mom checking in on me and asking if I needed anything, to which I replied no. She also let me know that her and my step dad would be home later this evening, after their prayer meeting.

“''Alright Jeffery, there's roast left in the fridge you can have. We will be home later this evening, maybe even earlier; my back has been acting up today.”''


 * “Okay, Mom.”


 * “Jeffrey?”


 * “Yes, Mom”


 * “I’m praying for you. I’m praying real hard for you.”


 * “I…”
 * “I’m praying for you too, Mom.”

As I hung up the phone, I hear an ominous high-pitched laugh. It’s awake and now staring at me. The image that exploded in my head at the moment of physical contact appeared once again. I was suspended upside down and small dark room, like a utility closet. There was mold and dripping water everywhere. Every inch of my body was covered with embryonic blisters containing a fetus of a cherub. The vesicles stretched my skin so far that it was torn and had large gashes from where it had separated from itself. Underneath the clusters of developing embryonic sack, it was almost impossible to see the human form they were attached to.

It continued to laugh and then it spoke. It spoke with an evil, disturbing, high-pitched, voice from within its prison.


 * “You have had it so wrong; so wrong since the beginning. God does not want your prayers."


 * “He wants your fear!”

The end

“We have abundant reason to rejoice, that, in this land, the light of truth and reason has triumphed over the power of bigotry and superstition, and that every person may here worship God according to the dictates of his own heart. In this enlightened age, and in this land of equal liberty, it is our boast, that a man’s religious tenets will not forfeit the protection of the laws, nor deprive him of the right of attaining and holding the highest offices that are known in the United States.”

George Washington-Letter to the members of The New Church in Baltimore, January 1793 