Great Novelist

Black Beak (1)

He's a genius. What was I doing when I was 17?

I agree with the above. He's a genius. I love genius. Coincidence is therefore my love. I love you, accidental writer. Take my heart.

I'm happy to meet coincidences in this life. Cheer up, accidental writer. So hurry up and write your next one.

It's a book that I bought by accident. I'm reading bird tracks now. He's the first writer I've ever liked.

I read a book and got sick for a week. My body was fine, but my heart ached, so I felt like I had been dumped. The sadness and regret of the one left alone is so strong that I don't want to read it twice. However, you must read it once.

I read this book in a cafe. And I regretted it, because I fell into tears shortly after reading the article. Luckily, people were not interested in me, but I felt ashamed. But I had to cry. Her life, unlike any other, approached me like a burn mark. My body instinctively wanted water.

Interesting, but not just interesting. Crying runs heavy and fast. After reading this book, I realized that I had been misunderstanding the writer by accident. I thought it would be weak because the pure image is strong. I was thinking of him as the prince of fairy tales. I thought I would flee in the face of a devastating shock. He sat within me as a noble man who avoided filth and hated cruelty. But it was different. This book was tangled. Cruel. I uncovered something about the writer that I was worried about. The second piece alone made me feel like I had shown everything. But I do. The coincidence is that the writer is going to break this little idea of mine and come back to the third one.

He read the thoughts of those who filled the screen. It was a thankful thing to say. In the middle, there were some somewhat burdensome words. Usernames, fonts, and speech differed from person to person. I'm sure my life will be different.

Moved to the next page.

Not all of them sound as good as others.

It's all good, but I don't understand the ending. Why she had to die. There was awkwardness that children seemed to be imitating adults. I felt like I was reading a lot of cool stuff the whole time.

It's been a long time. He looked to see if there was anything to get there. Adult impersonation. It's a trustworthy review, not a detailed description. He looked very angry. He felt ashamed that he could not release his anger, and moved on to the next without foolishness.

It doesn't make sense to write like this at a young age. What are you talking about, genius? I don't believe you. There will be someone behind this young writer. The evidence is that he hides his face and does not reveal himself. I am not confident because there is something as tough as a kite.

It was a conspiracy theory. Scary talk about who's behind it.

He turned his chair back with a false laugh. You see a wall and a pile of manuscripts. The manuscripts were written behind him with no tricks. I wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble if someone had done it for me.

The light from the computer screen illuminates only a part of the wall. It was a part. There must be some who think the visible part is the whole of the wall. It's shining, even though it's a part of it. I can't help but notice the obvious.

“I like to have a variety of opinions. People are funny. ”

He leaned against the chair and muttered. Some people like it and others don't. Some people are jealous if they have someone to cheer for. I didn't get tired of it. I was watching the screen for a long time, but my eyes hurt. Maybe the light was too irritating.

I turned my eyes to the ceiling. There was a vision of light left. If you turn your eyes away, they will follow you.

Kaaaah.

It was the cry of a bird.

He slowly turns his head to the sound.

Black Beak. Black Beak.

There was a crow.

“You.”

I called him.

“They've been following me for days. ”

He twitched his chin and said.

“It was noisy. ”

Black eyes flicker. A large and intimidating beak opened slightly. Kaaaah.

In the meantime, human words flow.

“Then I'll make it louder. Crow, crow. ”

In his reply, Lord smiled.

“There's a childish side to it. ”

He hisses and snorts.

“It's no use pretending to be relaxed. Because you're just like me. ”

“Really?"

The crow spreads its wings nervously and steps forward.

“I feel like an idiot. ”

He was angry.

“What's behind me? Apparently, he wrote without reading. I can see that you're angry. Son of a bitch.”

“My mouth is too rough. ”

“Shut up, shut up. ”

He looked at the book he was walking on. A bird with a gray background. Did this guy just pop out of the cover?

“Where are you from? Where you from?"

Stares intensely.

“Shut up. I'm uncomfortable. I'm gonna bite you. ”

“Then you can't use it. Your beak is sharp. ”

Crow, crow. I cried loudly as if I didn't want to hear it.

“If you'd written better, you wouldn't have to listen to this. You idiot.”

A condemning tone. He smiled and said.

“We're not talking about the book in the yard. ”

“I'm serious. Why did you kill her? I'll make you happy. ”

“You know that. Why I did it. ”

“I don't know. I don't want to hear that. You don't even know what it looks like. It's not an adult impersonation, it's a real adult, asshole! ”

“Stop. Whatever you're feeling, it's reader's freedom, right? There's nothing left to be angry about. ”

“Shut up. You're the most pissed off. Don't just smile at me like that. Make a quick comment. Get some more milk for you or your mom. ”

“I'm sorry, I don't want to. ”

“Damn it, damn it. ”

Kaaaah.

I can't beat my temper, so I shake my wings. The feathers settle around you. He carved it with cold eyes.

“Let's talk about your roots. ”

He said, the crow points his radiant eyes this way. It's black as if it's swallowing up all the light.

“I'm a crow. ”

“You'll see. ”

“What else do you need to know? ”

“There must be many things. ”

He thought for a moment and opened his mouth.

“What do you mean? ”

“That's what I think. ”

“You're keeping it as my pleasure? ”

“Whether you enjoy it or not, I don't care. I'm just telling you the truth. ”

It was a stiff crow.

“Okay. What's your name? ”

He asked, and the crow opened his beak and laughed.

“Where can a crow name himself? ”

“Then?”

“You're the only one who can see me. ”

He thought for a moment and said.

“Crow.”

“Why.”

“I'm not naming you. ”

The crow flaps its wings.

“Why?”

I ask you again. He smiled and answered kindly.

“I don't want to see you for long. I love it when you name it. ”

The crow gazed at him silently for a while. He also met him quietly.

“I like you for the first time. ”

The crow jumped off the desk and climbed into bed. A blanket tucked under his feet. He did not stop him. The crow walks to the bookshelf and picks up a book with a sharp beak.

I'm good without wings.

The book that fell to the ground by the beak opened its mouth. I saw white paper and letters.

“Why is that? ”

He asks, crows say, crows.

“I hate this article! ”

Foodduck speaks in a intimidating manner. The thin paper trembled once.

“That's what I wrote. ”

The scattered book was traces of a serendipitous virgin bird.

“I know.”

“Yes."

This thug-like crow seemed to want to complain to himself. He said, consciously, the monitor is still pouring out light.

“What's not to like? ”

“All!”

That's a very clear answer. I had feelings in a short and concise letter. I knew that crow hated me.

“Can you read? ”

It's a crow. After that, the crow throws up.

“You're the one who reads? I thought you didn't understand your curse because you were laughing. ”

“If you can't read, you can't write. ”

“I can't read, so I write crap like this. ”

It was a raven that didn't know a word. He smiled and said to the crow.

“Unfortunately, many people have already read the articles you hate so much. I can't do what never happened. ”

At the words of Lord, the raven grows angry and folds its wings and bites the book with its beak.

“What else is so terrible about it? ”

“There's something else. A lot of people are reading it next time. ”

The crow covers its face with two wings and buries its face on the ground, picking it up and collapsing. It was a manly gesture. Even though I knew that it was useless when I was talking to people, I thought that. A raven with terrifying black fur.

“Shame! Shame! ”

“What are you so ashamed of? ”

“I can't believe people read this crap. I can't live because I'm ashamed. ”

He comforted the crows.

“It's okay.”

“Cut the consolation. ”

“Do you hate writing? ”

“The results are terrible. ”

I won't say no.

“He's not that bad. Would you like to come and see it?”

The crow does not move. A feather falls from his body. It's black. I saw it somewhere. He looked at the memories. I don't remember very well.

“I could have written better. ”