Great Novelist

“Above all, I want to read your work comfortably. Without interruption. I felt stronger than wanting to be a novelist. ”

Seogwang smiled and said.

He had nothing to say to him. It was his choice, his judgment. It must have been a tough decision. Novels are not written by others. Even if I forcibly hold the pen in my hand, I can't write it out without myself. Like life.

So I just quietly listened to Seogwang.

The silence passed as he stopped speaking.

Seogwang hesitated for a moment and opened his mouth with a slightly exaggerated tone as usual.

“Do me a favor for the chicken. ”

"Please," asked Lord. It was the meaning of permission.

“About the pertussis. ”

A pertussis. The word I forgot for a moment came to the surface. It was a competition where only one person received the prize.

“I really want you to write this down. Not that weird ending. I want to read the story you wrote. ”

I stared at the sun for a moment. He had a kind face. His face was not so happy.

So I said.

“If you really mean it. ”

The eyes of the West were shaking. A playful tone covers it.

“· · Good. It's a battle. One chicken on the ground. ”

Seogwang left the house of Lord.

The sun was about to set. A faint darkness covers the sky. Because of that, everything seemed depressing. If the streetlights were on, I'd feel better. Do not illuminate in this amount of darkness. I can't even walk.

I walked slowly and thought of Lord's room. Such a space was the first time I was born. It was a sight for sore words. It's not just a lot of paper. It was an effort. It was a passion for something. It was something he didn't have.

I stopped walking shortly.

It's okay. I muttered a little. I didn't try like him. I couldn't bear it. It was only that much of a goal. I'm glad you quit early. I'm convinced of my choice. No regrets.

“Well, we'll lose the battle. ”

Thinking about how I was going to say that now, I had a ridiculous laugh. There's plenty to be bluffed about.

“It's okay. You can lose a chicken. I ate it today.”

It's okay. It's just one chicken.

“Damn it.”

I clenched my fist in an upward rage. I stood there for a long time, empowering my trembling legs.

*

“Tomorrow.”

Still, time flies. He lay in bed. If you fall asleep and get up, tomorrow will come, of course. With a pertussis.

The pertussis will finally open tomorrow. I think it was yesterday that I made a chicken bet with Moon teacher, but the centurion was already approaching me.

Meanwhile, all the children wrote everyday, burning their hearts to the thought of chicken.

I collected the words and repeated my retreat.

However, in the meantime, if you ask me if I have received any special training for a pertussis, that is not the case either. I chose a random topic as usual and wrote according to it. That meant that you could write as usual, whether it was a ringlet or something.

Write according to a given topic One of the best things about pertussis is that you can choose the topic you want from many topics.

Tomorrow.

I got up on my back and sat on my desk chair. It was already dark outside and my family was in bed. On the desk, the remnants of the writing that I had just written were still there.

I naturally came to my senses.

I didn't show off that day. It was also because his hand sensation was strange from the moment the conversation with him was over, even though Seogwang refused.

It wasn't a strange feeling. Sometimes I felt that way before writing.

Usually when people draw pictures of emotions, they draw hearts on their marks or hearts. It's because I feel sore when I'm happy or sad. If there is a source of sensation, this must be it. It's the same for you.

However, it may seem that the space has been moved to the center of the palm of the hand. My palms are frowning and ringing. It tickles and hurts.

I grab the pen instinctively to be freed from that strange feeling. It's not his will. You have to write as if you can't control the beating of your heart.

That day, too. As soon as Seogwang left, he entered the room, grabbed any paper and wrote a letter. He was a terrible, impulsive pawn.

I sighed a little.

Seogwang asked me to write it down.He asked me to write it down from the Book of Appearances. I want to read.

“Will I be able to use it? ”

Seogwang saw his writing and thought he deliberately ruined the ending. But no, it was never meant to end that way. You have a temper that doesn't suit you.

If you are unwilling, it will not be written. On the contrary, no matter what happens, you have to hold the pen to relax. It was annoying.

If this substance is triggered in the pertussis, it would be impossible to write the words that Seogwang wanted to read.

“That's a big deal. ”

It is hard to be mistaken for not being sincere. It was not easy to meet someone who liked books as much as Seogwang and had conversations. No, I don't want to disappoint my friend by leaving all that behind.

Can we do it tomorrow?

“You'll see tomorrow. ”

Then let's just go to sleep. I don't think the answer is that I think a lot. I just think more.

And the next day, I opened my eyes to an alien monkey who invaded Earth dreaming of dying.

Unfortunately, I did not feel well.

“Everyone's excited. ”

“I finished school early today. Hail to the Hundred Eyes.”

In the morning, the children were talking more vigorously than usual. The whole school was buzzing, not just for half of Australia. It was today's schedule to carry out a pertussis during the morning class and go straight down. Most of all, the happy students were full of energy from the morning that the school finished early.

After it was over, I heard the sound of going to karaoke. The pertussis felt like she had retreated to the back.

“Few people seem interested in pertussis. ”

“I'd like that. I'll give you the exclusive.”

Seogwang smiled and said.

“An unexpected talent may emerge. ”

At his words, Seogwang smiled and shook his hand saying that it couldn't be, but he shouted loudly, even if it didn't matter. He was roughly twice as excited as usual.

That's where I realize.People talk a lot when they're nervous.

“You want to challenge the Gatekeeper? I said I'd take it as much as I want. ”

Seogwang excitedly chatted. It was obscured by this excitement, so it was not that obvious, but there were also children who were already thinking about what they would write.

Like the great masters of the Moorish, there may be hidden talents who work in the shadows. Life is always about the unexpected.

Then, the door opened and the teacher came in. I was a familiar person, not a classroom person.

“This is Sam Moon. ”

Seogwang welcomed him. It was also a test for a pertussis, so the teachers seemed to be in charge of different classes. In his hand was a large piece of grey recycled paper.

Teacher Moon didn't even silence the children, but at that moment, half the children became calm. When I looked at the gray paper, it was a reflexive behavior of the students who were preparing for the test.

“You didn't forget your promise, did you? ”

Seogwang asked. It was a calm tone. He nods slightly. Seeing his movements, Seogwang turned forward without foolishness. I saw his back.

Now write. On the gray paper.

“Give it back. It starts right after you receive it. ”

I took a deep breath listening to Moon's voice. The paper was handed over from the hands of Seogwang. I got the paper.

There is a square compartment on a large piece of paper that fills your desk. There was a topic listed. Teachers, parents, love, friendship, school, friends, Arbor Day, Day Three, etc. They were topics that could easily be found out that they were school ringleaders. He found a word that was decorating the end of the subsequent words.

It was a very vivid and contextual word.

Gypsum.

I don't know where it came from. Maybe the person who brought this up is Mr. Moon. I wonder what other teachers would look like after this word.

Phew. I hear a little laugh in front of me. I think he's thinking the same thing. I circled the word gypsum. My hands move awkwardly. The dented circle is a little bothered.

I could see that I was completely distracted at the moment. The kids are going to work. They were asking each other which topics to choose. Mr. Moon didn't warn me. It was not a strict test of atmosphere. Rather, it was close to the festival. A festival.

In my head is a scene of a sacred festival of flames. A brightly lit procession passes through the crowd. There's an exciting song, and people are excited. Just like the students here today.

“By the way, when was the school festival? ”

I think I prepared a festival after the end of the second semester of testing every year. Little did I remember that school festivals were fun. Maybe Moon Ye should do something at the festival. Writing Experience? Probably nobody will come. I use the classroom in the far corner quickly, but I can't have visitors because it's so boring.

No, what are you doing in the first place? The festival is far from here, but I was suddenly curious.

After thinking about the festival, he shook his head. This is not the time to be thinking about this. Wake up. We need to write.

I focused my mind again and recalled the image of the gypsum. Agrippa, Venus, Julian, Michelangelo, Hermes, Apollo, Kant. There are many different sizes and shapes.

There is also a stone statue in the school art classroom. There was a splash of paint on white and smooth skin. There were doodles everywhere and traces of it erased. Her beautiful curve is stained with a shimmering stain. If he were alive, he would have been filled with complaints about his care.

Thinking about saggy skin naturally leads to a story about Pigmalion. Pigmalion. It was the name of a man who loved his sculpture. He touched the statue and kissed it. After praying desperately, the statue becomes a real woman and makes love to Pigmalion.

Okay. Let's go home and read a book on mythology.

He put his hand on his forehead. This isn't it.