She was running around, screeching like a banshee. Kids had fallen in her wake, their shins already beginning to bruise. She cackled as she bodyslammed another from behind. Something metallic shone in her hand.
Ishmael suddenly popped out from some nearby bushes, looking frazzled. When he saw the eight year old, his eyes filled with dread. “There you are! What do you have there?!” He called to her.
“A KNIFE!” She screeched back, waving it in her hand. The nearby mortal children scattered, running to their parents who immediately whisked them away.
“NO!” Ishmael ran after her and immediately regretted it when her boot connected with his leg. He fell on the ground and didn’t get up for a solid fifteen seconds. The god was probably reevaluating his life choices.
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August 2017 — March 2019
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When it’s time for you to venture out, don’t let fear have you looking back at what you’re leaving behind.