MY SWORD SLIDES from my hands. I stumble backwards.
"GO!" I scream at Ezra.
Of course, he misinterprets this. I guess he thought by go I meant act when I really meant we just pissed off a god, run if you even maybe just a little bit want to live. He throws the clay penis that he'd been holding. It bounces off the god's head to the cobblestone street below.
I stabbed a god.
Ezra threw a dick at a god.
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A Shrine to an Unknown God
FantasyAntigone Katsaros was born and raised in a cult. Now, at eighteen, she doesn't know what wifi is, but she's well-versed in the old gods. [A Wattpad featured story.]
