Kaladin_Stormblessed to Writing@beehaw.org · 2 years ago[Writing Prompt] You are a minor character in the protagonist's story; you showed up once, and now you're forgotten. But you've had enough; it's time to make a name for yourself, literally.message-squaremessage-square12fedilinkarrow-up124file-text
arrow-up124message-square[Writing Prompt] You are a minor character in the protagonist's story; you showed up once, and now you're forgotten. But you've had enough; it's time to make a name for yourself, literally.Kaladin_Stormblessed to Writing@beehaw.org · 2 years agomessage-square12fedilinkfile-text
minus-squareneamhsplach@beehaw.orglinkfedilinkarrow-up2·edit-22 years agoBlood. Blood. Blood. I bang my fists on the bar and cry, Blood Blood BLOOD. The bartender’s hardly noticed, he gets this all the time. There are plenty of blood orderers in this town. I bang my fists on the bar and cry A SWARM A SWARM A SWARM OF BEES An eye flicks upwards. He’ll kick me out. I whisper. A pint. A pint. A pint of plain. Black with white cream up top. Nothing special, nothing new. He whispers that I have no name, to keep my head down and keep it that way. A gulp A gulp A gulp it’s gone. Not Joe the Joker. Not Steve the Sailor. Not Éanna the Mé Féiner. Just me. The drunkard. The No Namer.
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
I bang my fists on the bar and cry,
Blood
Blood
BLOOD.
The bartender’s hardly noticed, he gets this all the time. There are plenty of blood orderers in this town.
I bang my fists on the bar and cry
A SWARM
A SWARM
A SWARM OF BEES
An eye flicks upwards.
He’ll kick me out.
I whisper.
A pint.
A pint.
A pint of plain.
Black with white cream up top.
Nothing special, nothing new.
He whispers that I have no name, to keep my head down and keep it that way.
A gulp
A gulp
A gulp it’s gone.
Not Joe the Joker. Not Steve the Sailor. Not Éanna the Mé Féiner.
Just me. The drunkard. The No Namer.