Great Novelist

He had nothing to say for a long time.

“You think this is a joke? ”

“What if I win? ”

“I'm going to jump. ”

His eyes open quickly and close repeatedly. There was a strong bravado and stubbornness above it.

“I'm not backing down. ”

“Stupid. ”

I heard someone shout from a distance. There seems to be a problem at the crossing. He glanced at the place.

“What do you get out of this bet? ”

You will be unable to write on the ground. If you win, the person who wanted to be a teacher dies. He smiled rashly. His face turns red. He follows you as you make your way.

“Was that a joke? ”

“I didn't mean it. ”

“So did I. ”

“You're lying.”

He chased me without a word. My face constantly looked bad, but as soon as I put my foot inside the house, my face changed.

“This is an accidental workshop. ”

He opened his mouth and looked at the workshop. The light was not coming in and the atmosphere was cool. It is a mountain. Paper clumps together to form mountains.

“This is how you use it. ”

“Everyone uses this much. If I touch the ceiling, I'll throw it all away. ”

“Too bad.”

“That would be rubbish. ”

I've been doing it all this time. Empty, stack, empty, and stack again. I sat down right away. I don't intend to tell him what to do. It didn't matter what I did if I didn't strangle him from behind. Even though it looked like this, I was in a hurry. You open the manuscript with a pen.

“Oh, I'm sorry. I stepped on it.”

He treads on the manuscript on the floor, anxious. I haven't answered. It's been a long time.

“Let's write it down. ”

“Oh, yes. ”

You can feel him shuddering behind you. The workshop became the same as when it was alone.

“What are you going to write? ”

But there is a crow. He gave him a brief explanation.

“The theme is death. ”

He breathed. I opened the manuscript and said:

“I'm gonna kill three people. ”

“Who?”

“Look at that with your own eyes. ”

Cocky teenager. A middle-aged, frightened failure. They commit accompanying suicide.

“You wrote about the bike. ”

“Yes.”

You move your hands. They're the ones who fear the sky will fall. I can't stand the fear of death tomorrow. Repeats the battle between invisibility and futility. I don't know how to stop. I've decided to run. I make the wrong choice, as I always have. Thirty minutes had passed when I finished one chapter and checked the time. I turned my head and looked at him. I was embarrassed.

“Are you crying?”

It's runnin 'out of snot.

“You haven't read it yet. ”

The crow frowned and said.

“Please accept me. ”

“No.”

He cried his head off. His tears look like sweat.

“You really, really · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

He speaks in a crowded voice. I want to tell you something. But it doesn't come out in words. He's been around for a while. He waited quietly for it. I looked relaxed at the crying face.

“You're a genius!”

He starts expressing his uncorrected emotions.

“I've never felt this way before. That's how you write. It was calm and godliness. It was fast and sharp. I forgot to breathe. ”

He put his hand on his chest and said,

"This is the first time I've been born. ”

I envied him a second time. He laughed.

“I see.”

“Yes, you're amazing. It's cool. I want to be like you. ”

He passed him by and went out. He didn't follow. I was reading the manuscript when I got in the car. He handed him the car. My face is a mess. I don't care at all.

“Oh, thank you. ”

I looked with respect.

“I didn't want to see this. ”

“Yes?”

“When you're done, go. ”

He turned his back. I sat out in the living room. Soon after, a crow came out. He had his hands full with something.

“What is this? ”

He holds an old notebook in his hand. I looked at him quietly and said.

“True story.”

“Are you covering this? ”

“Something like that. It's the story of a man who came back from the dead. ”

Crow's eyes turn off.

“So, the character was actually a motif? The Spirit of the Moon!”

“Yes, that's right. ”

“Can I read it? ”

“Yes."

The crow opens the notebook with an urgent but cautious hand. His expression sank.

“It's a diary. ”

“It was written by him. ”

“You're back to your age. ”

“It is said to be the first article written immediately after coming into the past. It took me half a day to write down 30 years of life. ”

“The more I go back, the more I can't read. ”

“The urgent writing is more realistic, isn't it? ”

“It all comes down to failure. ”

“You deserve to come back with all your might. ”

“I feel a little resistant when I think of this as my life. ”

“So am I. ”

“Where is this man now? ”

He said, rubbing his lips.

“I don't know.”

The crow leaves the house with a gentle greeting. I didn't forget to put the manuscript in storage when I was home alone. That's not it. You're sitting on a chair. An old notebook remains on the desk.

“On the first day I came back, I wrote my wrist down. ”

Mistakes made in the past are recorded. I didn't want to make the same mistake, so I was desperate. But this is how it turned out. If he really dies this year. I wanted to use it before I died in the same place on the same day.

“Life sucks. ”

I wanted to write down the life that was so damn boring. I hadn't written it because it would have been a silly story. I didn't want to go down because I wrote another stupid story. An item that will not be sold. Readers won't like it either. I can't love myself either. Common sense.

Theoretically, we should write something that everyone can enjoy. Artwork and popularity. You don't miss out on both. Nevertheless, whenever I wrote, the past popped up at my own pace. So I can't read.

“The writer Kangwon told me to face him. ”

I looked at the note for a moment and woke up. On the bookshelf were the books he had written. I pulled one by one and pulled it out. Stacked high.

“You said you liked the bird trail best. ”

I took out a book that Crow said was his favorite.

“Freaking out.”

I immediately closed the book. Not at all well Rather, I want to run. The books I pulled out were colourless, and they quickly failed.

“At this age. ”

I threw the book to the ground. You hear a dull sound. The book that was opened rolling the floor looked ridiculous. He lay on the couch. Time is running out. Death is coming. The noise rang.

“Surprise.”

I raised my torso in a hurry. Someone knocked on the front door. I wonder who I am at this moment. Did the crow come back? He really doesn't notice. I opened the door roughly.

“You have emotions. ”

“· · · · · · · Hyun-seo Teacher? ”

Hyundai raised one eyebrow and asked.

“You must be suffering a lot from crows. ”

I stare blankly at the black mistress covering her white head.

“Let's go in.”

I leaned out in a hurry. I remembered the mess room later, but it was late. Hyundai sits across from the book lying around without saying anything. Remove the black hat and place it on the table. He sneaks up and collects the book.

“You've been reading? ”

“That's... ”

“I knew you'd failed. ”

“Haha.”

He leaned against his backrest and said.

“Why don't you have a drink? ”

“Don't be mean. ”

“It only breaks if you try to force it. ”

“You're right. ”

He sat down slowly.

“What brings you here? ”

“I heard from the speaker. ”

I knew it. He said with a crooked jaw.

“He's so tough. ”

“Did he show you how to write? ”

He rolls his eyes silently and points his finger at the workshop. The door is open.

“You're fast.”

“The secret of longevity. ”

“Fast? ”

“There's no order to it. A little faster than everyone else doesn't necessarily end early. ”

This is it. He's like this. It always speaks out desperately. He smiled and said.

“I prefer relaxing. ”

“It's the same thing. There's no guarantee he'll be late. ”

Hyundai looked at the book and said.

“Good thing it's not fixed. ”

He looked down.

“I see.”

“What a depressing answer. ”

“Yes?”

Hyundai asked as he crossed the bridge naturally.

“Is it because you don't have any friends to succeed you? ”

“What a horrible thing to say. ”

“I told you I heard it from the speaker. ”

“I don't want to die early. ”

“It looks that way. ”

Hyundai said boldly.

“But death is inevitable. ”

I turned my head because I had nothing to say.

“Can't you write it down? ”

“What.”

“If I don't complete it and die, then you write it. ”

His gaze is pierced. He insisted on avoiding the eyes.

“Why do you say that? ”

“Death is inevitable. ”

Hyundai remained silent for a moment.

“Don't just kill yourself. I don't even want to write it because it tastes bad. ”

“Are you writing it down if it's suicide? ”

“I won't use it. ”

“Why?”

“You won't be able to use it because you're sad. ”

Hyundai won't be able to continue writing what others have left. I'll just write my own story quietly. He said, tangling his head.

“I'm embarrassed to say that. ”

“No wonder people grieve when they die. ”

“Yes, it is. ”

“So, where's the article to stop? ”

I tucked my nose. Hyundai raises his mouth.

“You've got nothing to hand over. ”

“Suddenly, ”

“Hold the weight like you're going to die soon. ”

“Yeah, well. ”

“It's not too late to worry about that after you're dead. ”

“I think the writer of Kangwon would say that. ”

“He had one of his favorite sentences. ”

Hyundai remembered what he said. I looked up.

“If I asked you if you were sad, you'd always tell me in bed. If you are not dead, you must live. I finally found a sentence without contradiction. All I had to do was lie down and move my mouth, so it was noisy. ”

You clear the boat. Hyundai smiles at his face.

“What's that look on your face? ”

“There's a conflict. I don't want to use it.”

“You can use it. ”

“I'm sure it's the worst writing in history. ”

“It's not too late to write and think about it. ”

Hyundai added, getting up from his seat.

“Life is long. ”

Crow's Whereabouts (4) End

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