Great Novelist

He goes to the corner of the poor and sits down in front of it. Then I cramped my chin and started thinking.

The rest of the team, who were still wandering around, gazed at his actions and settled down. A small group of supporters scatters across the room and stares fiercely at the Agripa they brought with them.

Baron transferred his appearance to the sketchbook.

“Salt · · · · · · · ·. ”

“Sugar · · · · · · · · ·. ”

You hear a murmur. If anyone hears me, I'll think I'm the cook. Seogwang bounced Agrippa's head off with his hands. You hear a dull sound. That was the end.

“Mr. Agrippa. Talk to me. ”

The murmur in Seogwang lifts his head.

“Quiet, will you? ”

“Your voice is the loudest. Stop looking for salt. ”

I closed my mouth to see if the spring I was looking for sugar was stabbed. They wanted a big discovery. It's finding something that surprises the world and flips humanity upside down.

To borrow Mr. Moon's expression, he wants to bake a steak.

He turned his gaze to Agrippa. There's no need for such greatness. All you have to do is touch one emotion. That's all you need to start with.

Salt and sugar turned into impulse and curiosity.

What truth does the object in front of you hold?

I just remembered the conversation I had with the speaker. Love your opponent. He has decided to love Agripa.

Gypsum statue and love. It was Pigmalion that came to mind. It was the name of the artist who fell in love with the stone statue. Let's go in that direction. Or...

I examined his appearance.

He is heavy and hard. There was no shape under the chest. He made him hands and feet. The amount of clay you add increases the volume.

He got up from his seat as he grew larger.

Skin that glows. No blood flows beneath it. He gave him blood. The heart beats and the blood carries oxygen. He starts breathing and he looks at his nose. A small nostril gusts out. It was a nostril containing body temperature. Warmth permeated his cold skin.

He was able to move and breathe. He let him act his own way. He wanders around, touching, feeling and smashing things. I doubted things I had never seen before and was wary of people I had never seen before. But I was easily excited and excited.

It was beautiful.

He watched his actions. It was completely self that gave him such attributes. Actual Agrippa is just a gypsum statue. I can't move, I can't be alert.

He snatched back his arms and legs. I took the blood and my emotions.

His volume decreased. He sits down. Everything goes back to the beginning.

I wiped his head. It's hard. It's cold.

He thought, "What else can I take?" What can I get rid of in this hard and cold gypsum?

Can't we call it liberation?

“Ugh · · · · · · · · ·. ”

While I was thinking about it, time passed and my silent insolvency began to crack. To be precise, you begin to crack the concentration of the crew facing Agrippa.

As Seonhwa twisted his body, it became popular. Spring sighed a little, and Seogwang sighed an unknown groan. Baron freely draws Agrippa on his sketchbook.

Finally, a loud voice came out of his mouth.

“I don't know!”

“Shut up.”

She doesn't stop at the bruising of the west.

“What's new? New perspective? Creation? What was that all about? I can't think of anything. Was I really that stupid? I'm good at studying. ”

It explodes. Eventually, Seogwang pushes Agreepa off his toes and joins the line.

“Teacher Moon, there must be a story in the plaster statue. Why do you like stone statues so much? ”

He also agreed. There must be a story.

“I don't know where to start. ”

I spoke in a small voice in the spring. Seogwang and Seonhwa were not much different from her condition. Creation, a new perspective. Everything felt difficult.

She cautiously calls out for attention.

“What do you have in mind? ”

“A little.”

“What!”

A dreadful interruption in the line of fire. He thought for a moment and decided to give a hint.

“Don't think too hard. ”

As I said that, I raised the stone statue on the ground. The sculpture's touch is conveyed. Senses flowing in from the outside. That's where you need to focus.

“It's hard to try to change from the start. We're taking it slow. Step by step. ”

“How what? ”

Seogwang asks, and he answers, choosing a word.

“Just, what do you want? ”

You hear a sigh.

“You and Mr. Moon. ”

“That's a little harsh. ”

He smiled and said in his words. In order to get away from the same treatment as Moon's teacher, he reached out to Barron with Agrippa in his hand. Not only Baron, but Seonghwa and Spring followed him with their eyes.

“Can I borrow your pencil? ”

Baron hands over the pencil he was writing to the Lord without saying anything. He thanked her and turned his hand to Agrippa's face.

“Like this. ”

After a simple task, he turned Agrippa's face to the children. Underneath Agrippa's white-white nose was a pucker of hair.

Nasal hair.

Seogwang said with a silly expression.

“What, are you a kid? ”

“Are you kidding me?"

He was expressing that Seonghwa and Spring are not only useless. He said with his face, "What's the problem?"

“This made my Agrippa a little hairier. Unlike you.”

The passable sentence contained what the doorman could not catch. Unlike others. He simply seized it.

He did not stop there.

He raised his hand higher than anyone else. Everyone's gaze was focused on his fingertips. There was the only Agrippa with a nose hair. Hanging high and threatening.

He thought, "What else can I take?" What can I get rid of in this hard and cold gypsum?

The stone statue was thrown down.

Agrippa is in pieces, making a sound I don't want to hear. You hear someone's little scream. I felt a weak feeling of pleasure in my mind. In doing so, Agrippa lost his form. He took it from me. I set him free.

What should I call him now?

He picked up a piece. Fragments? Fragments? Garbage or still Agrippa? There is no right answer. He pushed his feet into a world with no answers like this.

It was the beginning of creation.

“Hey, you. ”

Seogwang called out to him small. He glanced at him with a fluffy face. Spring was covering my mouth. I guess that scream was springtime. Baron stares at him a little further away.

“Oh, are you surprised? Sorry."

No one was hurt. I dropped it where there were no children.

“If you're sorry, that's it? What the hell is this? ”

“Why? You can't do this? ”

I was stunned by the question of him. I couldn't. I just didn't think. I didn't have the courage to throw Agrippa away.

A little bitterness surges in. Why couldn't I be as bold as him? Moon said. If you sit still, you won't get it. I finally understood the meaning of the word. He was so passive.

I was angry. I suddenly thought, while gripping it.

“My Agrippa. ”

My Agrippa? The Agrippa of Shenzhen is just where she set up. I'm looking at the broken Agrippa.

What are you thinking when you see Agrippa lying around on the ground in pieces?

If it were her, I'd be jealous if she were Agreed. He was the only Gripa who was different from the others.

“This is it.”

A sharp sound of destruction. It enters the bowels of the hue. External shocks have led to the catastrophe of shipbuilding. The senses were his own emotions that moved him. You put emotion on a white face with nothing and believe it.

“That's it.”

He was looking at the face of Sunhwa, said. It was noticeable that I had a feeling about the western lights and springtime. You turn Agrippa upside down with a serious look on your face. I'm working hard to get my hands on my own Agrippa.

He gladly looked at them and saw the broken Agrippa. Then I quietly headed to the classroom to get my broom.

The teacher who saw Agrippa in the garbage, smiled at the satisfaction. There's a reason why he put Savvy in there.

Tick, tick.

He woke up and checked the time. It was 8: 00 a.m.

Nowadays, I only write in the literature. It was different than usual when I was a doorman, a house, and held a pen until dawn.

The difference was a little unfamiliar.

He felt a slight stretch in every corner of his body. My throat is parched. I have a glass of water on my desk, but I can't reach it.

Instead of raising my body, I lay still and looked at the ceiling. Looking at it, it seems to be spinning a little.

As time went by, the evaluation of the sound of crying accumulated. He read them enough to read them. They read the article in their own eyes and accepted it as their own interpretation.

I added depth to the sentence. It got a little dark. I want to know what happened to the writer, etc.

The critics disassembled the work of crying and stabbed their hands and added some criticisms that seemed to fit and missed.

You blink. The ceiling stops moving.

The evaluation of the work was generally positive. There were more good words than bad words. I felt relieved there.

He recalled an assessment he had received in the past. There were traces that remained deep and still vivid. The word I saw the most was foam.

Bubbles.

It was a word for an empty bubble. Readers were disappointed and began to call themselves bubbles. When I was satisfied with the light word "genius," it was a shock that the world fell. Now that I think about it, I boiled the feeling of betrayal in a low place. That was a coincidence.

Now there is a relief that is settled freely instead of betrayal. What are they relieved of? Is it the new present or the joy of praise?

Confusing.

This is why emotions are hard. Theories rise suddenly without notice. It's like a backflow waterfall. It doesn't make sense, it's not cool. I have no idea where the water will go. The hardest part is you want to have fun with it. So you can't completely ignore it.

Rather, I want to get closer. I want to put my hand in the fluttering stream without knowing the sky.

And in the end, I want to leave that coolness as a sentence.

Agrippa (2) End

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