submitted 2 years ago by Kaladin_Stormblessed to c/writing@beehaw.org

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(I haven't seen any writing prompts on here so far, so I figured I'd write the first one!)

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[-] neamhsplach@beehaw.org 2 points 2 years ago* (last edited 2 years ago)

Blood.

I bang my fists on the bar and cry,

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 OF BEES

An eye flicks upwards.

He'll kick me out.

I whisper.

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 it's gone.

Not Joe the Joker. Not Steve the Sailor. Not Éanna the Mé Féiner.

Just me. The drunkard. The No Namer.

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