Great Novelist

When the crow opens his mouth, a strong shock hits his head. Water spills from everywhere. The road that was blocked flowed in at once. I can't breathe. I close my eyes. I knew that my body was in the water because of my floating senses. I can't move because my whole body is frozen. I struggled but only sank down. I feel like I'm crying because my nose is spicy. I barely opened my eyes when the tide went down. It's dark all around. The black eyes in front of your eyes aren't fish. He's blaming you. Everything looks black. There was no face on the face without eyes or nose. I'm about to die.

“It exists to cross over. ”

Looking back in time, books I had never read crossed my mind. Someone said, the crow's mouth is wide open.

“I have good ears. ”

It was a figure of a novel that he had written.

“Can you not write about me? ”

I desperately think. I reveal myself one by one.

“I've only been there one day when I was very young. ”

“There's a bug inside. ”

“I killed a man. ”

“I'm going to take a picture. ”

“There's a fire. ”

“Fuck.”

My ears are deaf. My eyes are burning. My head hurts. I can't move. The crow stares at itself with a grumpy eye. A mirror. A moment ago, he looked like that.

“Fuck.”

Those who have been turning away. The crow said.

“Can you tell me another way to float? ”

You nod.

“Lose your strength. ”

I gripped my teeth. I have something to write about. I tried to recall the content. I don't really think about it. This is definitely the limit. Soon to die, my paralyzed senses begin to return. Fear is coming.

“Too bad.”

You hear yourself.

“I'm too sorry to die now. ”

The more I spoke, the more I breathed. My voice is trembling badly.

“You don't have to use it. ”

My mouth moved freely. I didn't have time to think with my head.

“You can have your hands amputated. You don't have to talk. You can forget the ending. You can make him an alcoholic again. I'll be chasing crows for the rest of my life. Money and honor. Take it all. It doesn't have to be great. Please save my life. ”

This was it. I didn't care what I left behind. I just want to live. I wanted to live as a country. I wanted to live even when I wasn't a novelist.

“As long as I'm alive, I can go anywhere. ”

The crow finds its prey and spreads its wings. Blackheads fly towards you. At that moment, I realized why the crow didn't fly. He had nowhere to go. The body is pushed back with a recoil. I touched something on my back. I feel a dull pain in my wings. I feel like I'm bleeding. I hear crying. I'm crying. I feel relieved by myself. My mind is dazed. Light pours out from a blurred vision. It's morning. Someone grabs her ankle and pulls her up. I can see the black sky. The crowds are gathering for rescue.

“Haha.”

Tears flowed as I burst into a choked breath. I don't remember much from then on. When I opened my eyes, I was indoors, and the noisy one was drooling. I finally feel used to it. I've met him once before. I still remember the voice that worried me from afar. It was a fate that I didn't even know her name.

“Hundred.”

I called out his name. He replied.

“You said you didn't have any money. I'd like to ask you a favor because I think you might need a treat. ”

He was mistaken. He almost got bored thinking this was the end. He almost didn't forgive himself for dragging him there. He looked down at his head and said,

“Praise me. ”

“Yes?”

“Praise him.”

Bag was embarrassed by the question, but desperately replied.

“You're a genius.”

“No.”

He said in a heartbeat.

“Call me a great novelist from now on. ”

“Yes?”

“The word genius is not enough. ”

He blinked his eyes and asked.

“What's the difference between genius and greatness? ”

The futility of the past blames itself for laying on crows like this. Crows are much smarter and more skillful. As I grabbed the bag's hair and gave it strength, a groan burst out.

“I'll let you know. ”

I close my eyes. I fall into a deep sleep for a long time.

“Teacher.”

“Why.”

“What would you like for lunch? ”

“Anything.”

It's been weeks since I came home. He said, lying on the bed. Bags said he would prepare his favorite food. A daring servant. With the meaning of his permission, he waves his hand.

“Are you having fun?”

“Yes.”

He said, turning over the intestines. I read a book while I was lying in bed and nursing.

“You're reading very hard. ”

The bag looked at itself with a curious eye. He nods.

“Because it's fun.”

“Do you admire yourself? ”

“If you read it, you'd know it. I am great.”

The bag was undeniable and tasted.

“Can you see and not see what you're trying to fix? ”

“I see it.”

“But fun? You're not in pain? ”

“It's fun to see what was invisible back then. ”

The bag expressed his admiration for a long time as if he had listened to the impressive words. I looked at the title of the book and said it was nice to meet you.

“Is that a jewelry box? It was published five years ago. I love this book. ”

“Yes.”

“Who did you say wrote it on then? Clearly. ”

“My liege.”

“Yes, you said it was named after a high school subordinate. ”

He scratched the back of his head and said liquor.

“In fact, I thought I'd feel pretty bad if I was a subordinate. ”

“Why?”

“It's depressing. A jewelry box for the relics of the dead. Jewelry is a shiny object, but I thought you could express it so poorly. ”

He smiles and nods. When I went to her for permission in advance, she asked me: Did I do something wrong?

“On one condition. ”

“On what terms? ”

“If I die within five years, I will hand over all my belongings as written in this book. ”

His mouth opened.

“What?"

“Why.”

“No, what about your family? ”

“I have no wife, no children, and my parents always tell me that they don't want this pile of paper. I thought if there was anyone I could pick up around me, it would be the right one. I still had the writing I wrote in high school. ”

“That's why? ”

I added something to the man who was confused.

“I thought it would be like bail if I gave it to him. Give it to him and let him go. ”

“What is it? What have you done wrong?”

He smiled joyfully. I have not sinned. Death is not a punishment.

“I don't care if he's alive. ”

Then there was a knock. Recently, a lot of people have been in and out of the hospital. The bag used to stand up and go out. He lay still and read a book. Soon after, I heard a sound of footsteps.

“Sunbae.”

He raised the body that was lying down. There was a jewel. The backpack looks heavy on one side.

“It's been a while.”

“It's hard to cover overseas. I flew as soon as I heard about you. ”

The jewel smiles brightly. She became a journalist. Now he has quite a lot of men with him.

“How are you feeling? ”

“Not bad. It's good for lazy smoking. ”

“Don't be so reckless since you're old. ”

“You can't help it. ”

She bites with her eyes closed.

“Was it really an accident? ”

“No matter who sees it. ”

“How many years have we been face to face? I know you're a physical person. ”

“I thought this was a hospital visit, but is it a story? ”

“Of course it's in the hospital. I'm in politics, so I don't report to you. ”

He laughs, looking up at the ceiling.

“Do you remember the conditions on this book? ”

“Yes, I remember. ”

“I'm not going with you now that I'm alive. ”

The gem gazes at itself silently. Then a hundred people got in the car. There are two healthy teas. The jewel kicks its tongue and says:

“I hate this. ”

“You got in the car without asking. Fresh.”

“Do you want me to drink this? ”

A hundred people did not panic, but took the cup in front of the jewels and drank. Bury dark coloured liquid on mouth.

“What kind of tea can I get you? ”

“· · · · · · Green tea, please. ”

“Wait a little longer. It boils so much water, it takes less than a minute. ”

He walks out and the jewels bite.

“Are you really your student? ”

“I'm an employee.”

“Pick a paycheck. ”

“I'm good at writing. ”

He turned his back. I immediately stopped my torso and drank tea. Much bitter. Not bad. She asked.

“Again, this incident. ”

“It's not a suicide attempt. ”

“Then what is it? ”

I came back to life after death. I couldn't accept my second life, so I went to the grave. I tried to make the past a thing that had never happened. If you say that, you'll be taken back to the hospital. He said, sweeping away the plaque that the crows had hit.

“I'll let you know when I'm dead. ”

“What?"

“I've only just finished one more recent article. This came out pretty good. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

The jewel stares at itself with surprised eyes.

“That's a first.”

She said.

“I've never heard you say it's good. ”

“I'm confident. ”

The jewels open their mouths. The reaction is familiar. She immediately shows interest.

“What's it say? ”

“Read it in a book. ”

“Did you prepare recently? ”

“No.”

“Really?"

He flicked his finger three times and said.

“30 years. ”

She blinks.

“I've been working on this for 30 years. ”

“That's · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“I also heard the illusion that I've lived to complete this article. He may not be as precious as my life, but he is the best masterpiece. ”

She searches through the heavy bag with her bare hands. Take out the paper and pen.

“Tell me more. ”

“You said politics.”

“There are a lot of hairy mouths around. ”

I can talk all I want. He opened his mouth.

“This is the most lovable article I've ever written. ”

It's nightfall. Bags are sleeping in the room across the street. The jewels returned only after dinner together. He changed his clothes and went out. Today was the full moon. It's cold air. It's snowing.

It's quiet. There are no people or birds around. I didn't even see the crow following me. I flew to where I had accepted him. I swept my stomach. I remembered the finished article not long ago. I picked up the pen while drying it all out. Writing the ending was not difficult. The face of Yeongdo and the bag that I admired holding onto the plaintiff was vivid.

“Should I fix the last sentence, too? ”

I took the dirty paper out of my pocket. I took out a pen. I wrote down the letters I expected on the handrail. I looked at the sentence quietly and put it back. I went back the way I had come slowly. The footsteps that were taken on the way here are already invisible. Snow piles up. I don't know where I stepped. You don't have to know. You can go anywhere.

“I don't know what else to write. ”

The sky was in darkness. I don't know yet. I can't feel it. I'll think about it someday. Life is long. Morning is coming. I took a deep breath and chanted the last sentence I just wrote aloud.

“There is a great novelist here. ”

There is a Great Novel here (3) The End

lim Han-baek