Great Novelist

“The end begins! Moon Ye-won, next. ”

“Yes? Me? ”

At the same time as Teacher Moon's sudden shout, Seongwang, who was nominated, was embarrassed and thought of the word diligently. He wanted to know what was going on. Mr. Moon, who began endless endless endings, was alone holding the chalk with a peaceful face.

“Wealth, injured. ”

Then I look at him. He looked at Moon's face and said.

“Freedom.”

And I saw Barron. Baron grunts and opens his mouth.

“Meteor pen.”

“That's it.”

A sudden finish as soon as the start. Everyone wanted an explanation and looked at Mr. Moon. Moon saw us after writing all three words on the blackboard.

“From now on, I write in these three words. ”

“Yes?”

Shenzhen makes a voice of confusion. I kept my mouth shut, but the other members' expressions were not so good. Even Baron did not write, but he remained calm as usual.

Writing with the proposed topics is a common format used in the book of pertussis. Of course, it makes no sense to make Jesse the end of it. Thanks to you, Jessie is a mess. Injured, free, Meteor pen.

Moon said without waiting until the children woke up.

“The time limit is 30 minutes. The post type is numeric. ”

“Half an hour?”

Complaints erupt from all over the place, saying it's too short. Moon did not blink an eye and explained the reason for 30 minutes.

“This is a writing exercise to reduce hesitation. ”

“Not to nurture your handwriting? ”

“Of course it is. Writing feels good. I use it a lot. It's simple and honest. It's called training. It's all about using it. I told you before. ”

The deputies nod. I heard it the first time.

“The problem is that it's hard to write. Because I have a passion for writing. I want to write well, but I don't know what to write. I want to write well. I think that sentence was a little strange. I want to write well, I don't like this article. And then you can't write a single line. ”

One story is complete through hundreds of retreats. Retreat requires drafting. The first completed manuscript is required.

No one writes perfectly from the start. We must complete one manuscript on the premise that it will be fixed. It's not easy.

“So it's 30 minutes. I don't have time to hold my hand. Just write it down. You can't fix it. You guys are doing great, postponing tomorrow. ”

“It's a privileged port. ”

The children grumbled reasonably, he replied.

“You don't have time to think, do you? ”

“Don't worry about it. Measure time when you start writing. Different timer. Think it over and write it down. ”

Then Mr. Moon pulled out four timers from the corner of the fault. Indeed, then I have no complaints.

“Then let's begin. ”

The children hurriedly rolled their heads at the door teacher shouting for a start. He first wrote three words on the top of the manuscript. Injured, free, Meteor pen.

It was said to be short for 30 minutes, but it wasn't when he thought it was. If you have a short time, you can write the same short text.

“What to do. Injured, injured. Do we have to make an accident first? ”

“So why are you saying you're injured? ”

Seonghwa said to Seongwang, who is busy protecting the injured.

“I think it's better than a meteor pen. ”

“Excuse me?”

“No, sir. ”

The grunting line rolls its eyes in a hurry to see what comes to mind.

Seonhua remembers a woman trapped somewhere. I want to write a story of my escape to freedom. Injured, maybe we should take the place to the hospital. All that remains is the Meteor pen. Meteor. Meteor pen. A woman in a hospital and a meteor pen.

I was thinking about it for a while, and wrote, "I don't know." Her timer starts working.

I also rushed to the spring when I saw such a line next to him. There was no story that came to mind, so I just wandered around. It was Teacher Moon's teaching. At that moment, Baron's sketchbook caught my eye. Fig. Meteor pen. Spring focused on the picture and proceeded to think.

A man's heart is curious and he wants to do more if he doesn't let him do something. Like, if you hurt your leg, you want to run suddenly. Wouldn't you want to paint if you hurt your hand? Spring held the pen.

I was worried that I would be able to write this in 30 minutes.

“What, is everyone already writing? ”

“You have enough to think about. ”

“But I'm in a hurry. You're in no position to talk. ”

He will, too, because he stopped with only three words. It was just the two of them who hadn't thought of a story yet. Nevertheless, he was at peace.

Seogwang, who was rushing to become such a popular person, suddenly came up with an idea and said, Oh, my God. Something came to mind. A story that can embrace three words.

“I'll go first. My friend.”

“I'll be waiting for you. ”

Seogwang, who gently sprinkled Australia, quickly wrote down what he remembered on the manuscript.

Maybe freedom is absenteeism for students. I don't go to school All I could think about was my heart. Seogwang did not stop there. There are only two words left.

I write a letter in the house with a pen and leave. Of course, we use oil-based pens. Should we divert to escape? If we're gonna get him injured, we'd better have a car accident. I don't know if I can handle this, but Seogwang remembered Ms. Moon's words and wrote them down. We can fix it later. Trust. Future self.

“Everyone uses it well. ”

He mutters a little. I slowly held up my pen as everyone was busy writing. Injured, free, Meteor pen.

I have never written with so many people. I was a little excited. He carefully caught it sending a signal inside while concentrating.

I filled out the manuscript in a heartbeat.

One day I heard from my parents about my grandfather who had returned before I was born. He was brave and wise.

I thought I'd like to meet him. But it was impossible to save someone who was already dead. I gave up.

I learned the words and learned the letters. There were a lot of people in the book. Good people and bad people. The good guys and the bad guys. Successful and unsuccessful. Healthy and sick. Young people and old people. And the living and the dead.

I wrote. It was about my grandfather. He met me through time and space and through death.

Nothing interfered. I didn't need to see anyone's eyes. I realized writing is free. It was an enormous freedom to ignore even theories and laws. Then maybe it's possible to give this freedom to someone else.

I stopped using it and went outside.

Outside, he thought. What's there?

I soaked my hands in the rising stream of water. There is something there that I want. I had to use it not too much. Do not go too deep, as the quantity is short. You should not rush in without thinking that you are excited.

It touched my fingertips. Pull it up to the surface.

“Hey."

I thought for a moment, I missed it.

“Hey, hey. ”

I look down. I can see the line in my eyes. I smiled and replied, avoiding the slightly dazed feeling.

“You called?”

Seonhua asked him.

“Did you say 400 snake ribs? ”

“Oh, I did. Over 400 of them. ”

“I see. Thank you. You can keep using it. ”

Seonhua bows his head again with a thankful greeting. I thought he was dazed. There's more than one snake in her writing, a snake with over 400 ribs.

I looked at my manuscript again. The letters that have been written so far are written in each box. I looked down at the letters. The article I just wrote was clear, but somehow I felt strange. It feels like I'm seeing rotten food. If you eat it, you'll get a rash.

Suddenly, he stopped moving and asked.

“Why? Is there something wrong with the manuscript? ”

“No, there's no problem. ”

There is no problem with the manuscript. I heard the conversation between spring and sunflower.

“It's stuck here. How do I kill a Meteor pen? ”

“Well, I don't know. It's a hospital. Why don't you get a doctor or a nurse to use it? ”

“I think so.”

We were discussing the blockage. Mr. Moon didn't even notice. It meant that I would leave the writing to the author. She took the background to the mental hospital.

The cartoon she was watching until recently was clearly based on a mental hospital. She asked him for his opinion. He said.

“Why don't you write it down as a code? ”

“Password?”

“Yes. Are you trying to run away? You don't have to look at the meteor pen with a pen. For example, let's say you have the code to escape, and put the word 'Meteor pen’ in it. ”

It shouldn't be weird to enter one or two passwords since it's an escape game.

“I'm fine.”

“I like it.”

Seogwang-hwan replied before Sunhwa, who didn't know when she was listening and in spring.

Shenzhen trembled with a brighter face.

“You're my muse. ”

“Thank you for that. ”

I waved my hand roughly to the exaggerated greeting of Seonhua. You're writing it yourself. I wouldn't have gotten it if she hadn't beaten me. It's a good idea to ask around.

Moreover, no matter how good the plot is, it is another story to describe it in real writing.

They'll be good. They're sensible.

You make fun of the pen at a slow pace. I'm writing a letter, but I feel different from before. What can I say? I'm not motivated.

You hear the pen slam against your desk. You hear the sound of the clock. You hear the sound of the playing field shouting from afar. I can't concentrate.

"Haha."

Eventually, I finished the story by stepping on the meteor pen that fell on the ground and hurting myself.

Teacher Moon left with the completed manuscript. Everyone on the team knew that he had gone to the office. Teachers have a lot to do besides taking care of students.

In half an hour, Australia was the only one to complete it, and all three of them were barely finished by begging for time from Mr. Moon.

After all, it took Moon more than two hours to collect all the manuscripts. If you don't take it by force, you know you won't be able to use it in time. The 30 minute limit is a kind of device that allows you to write without stopping at immature writing skills.

Seongwang grumbled.

“It wasn't enough for half an hour. ”

“I had enough. ”

“Shut up. Let's see how well you wrote. ”

He shrugged his shoulders without saying any more, knowing his results well.