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His mother woke him up earlier than usual that morning. She seemed distressed. And it wasn’t a facade, either. James had seen her pretending to be unstable like this before, whilst trying to get a necklace or some other nonsensical jewelry for cheap.

It was real panic. Her eyes were wide, and her hair wasn't up in a ponytail, and she hadn't even bothered to put on her uniform. Never in his life had James ever seen his mother in such fear.

"What's wrong, Mother-?" He was barely able to finish the question before she entered his room and slammed the door shut. 

"You have to promise," she had snapped at him. "You have to promise me you'll come back!"

He barely had time to wonder what she meant before he was pulled out of his room and nearly dragged down the stairs by his mother. "He requested to meet with you," she explained. "Remember what you were taught, what you read!"

The pair descended towards the large door in the even larger basement. A messy pile of clothes was laid just outside the door. "You robes," James’s mother hurriedly said. "Put them on. Quickly, now."

As James donned the ceremonial robes that he had seen his mother and a collection of others wear at those parties. He remembered one thing at that moment from his books. "Mother? It's not a new moon today, isn't that bad?"

She took no time to respond and promptly shoved him through the door. James couldn't help but trip over his own feet.

Immediately as he entered the room, a chill violently shot its way down his spine. It wasn't for the fact that it was freezing in the room, even though it was pretty cold. It was whatever was sitting on the chair. Sitting? Wasn't sitting a trait of something alive?

Whatever it was, sitting or not, it was huge. A congealed lump of black fur…or was it feathers? The antlers of a moose, adorned with precious metal (jewelry?) branched out from the mass. Long, spider web-like strands seemed to weep out of the top of it. And, as James’s eyes finally fully adjusted to the low light in the room, a pair of giant, raven blue wings lightly flickered in the still air of the cavernous room.

James, pushing himself up off the ground with a great struggle, kept his eyes glued to whatever it was.

"Don't show your fear," the books had said. "They can smell fear. Look at their eyes if you can. Be fearless."

It had no eyes. Nor a mouth, a nose, or any face, really. But James could sense it was smiling at him.

An unsettling "pop, pop, pop" filled the room as if bones were being broken. A hand extended out of the darkness with four too many elbows. The palm alone was probably the size of James’s face.

"Come on, now," a harsh voice whispered out of where it's face should have been. "Step closer, my child." 

Its hand reached for James, stroking his cheek with what felt like a dead husk of a bug.

"You don't have to fear me. It isn't a new moon, but that means nothing."

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Thinking about the pit

     

In reptiles, two penises are called "hemipenes" and are used for more efficient mating.

“People assume that time is a strict progression from cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff.”

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"The first time I felt something like that? I suppose I could try and remember. I hope you know this is as hard for me as it is for you." James sat behind a desk, twiddling a pen between his fingers. He sighed, almost sounding exasperated. "It was a while ago. I have to jog my memory."

There was an accident at the river a couple of days ago. The river behind Rootfield Public School, the one with rose bushes along the side that Sammy and I had planted. It was the part in the river that housed one of the last low head dams in Wisconsin. Being selected as a historical site was one of the only remotely cool things about our town. 

The girl who fell in was not looking where she was playing. I'm not quite sure why children of her age were even playing there. There were signs warning of the drop off. 

I had told myself, "if I was there, it wouldn't have happened."

She barely made it out alive. The tossing and turning of that death trap ruined her mind almost as much as it mangled her bones.

I had never seen a child's parents so worried than that day at the hospital. 

But I couldn’t help feeling it. Even all these years later, it's stuck in my head like a bad lyric. A fleeting feeling of excitement whispering past me, barely noticeable accompanied by worry and grief.

Excitement like that was Not something I was familiar with. I told my Mother when I got home from school. She didn't seem to care much. But of course. Consistency was key with Mother.

Oh boy I love putting ROCKS in my WATER!!!! I sure do love the TASTE of the GRIT in my mouth!!!! people are JUST WRONG if they DISAGREE with me!!!! god I wish I could just PUT ROCKS in everyone's DIHYDROGEN OXIDE!!!! that is also known as H2O!!!!! and it is ALSO WATER!!! which is what I wanted to SUPPLEMENT with ROCKS!!!!

*chair spins around. your hands are together all villain style.* "Remember this?" *you say, smile creeping across your face. the cluck of thousands of chickens are thunderous in the small room.*

mmmmm 

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