Great Novelist

“It's personal now. What did I tell you about the beginning of a novel? ”

“Question!”

Shenzhen quickly replied. In the meantime, the children were excited because there were only theoretical classes, such as what was creative, and what was fiction.

“Now decide what you want to write about. No constraints. Long or short, it doesn't matter if you're ready to use it in half a year. ”

“Yes!”

It was a strong answer.

Dr. Moon opened a window in the hallway and the playground. It creates an environment that is good for thinking. The wind blew through the cracks.

Baron captured this landscape in his sketchbook just a short distance away. You hear the pencil go by.

Teacher Moon went out slowly and the children closed their eyes quietly.

He was left alone in it.

Hyundai said, "Taste a little more variety." Hearing his words, he wanted something new.

How can we make something new? I keep thinking. I end up in a labyrinth of fantasy with no way out, no way in, no way out.

What's new and what's not. Since new things get used to each other, maybe there are no new things in the world.

Glug.

The wind blew the manuscript over. The paper moves powerlessly.

New page.

Is this what you want?

He kept thinking. What was new to you?

What is new means what was not before.

Storytelling. A fetus, if you ask me. In Korean, it is before the creation of the new book of December, 1443.

New stories, new lives, new languages. Everything that wasn't there came out.

Then maybe creation itself is new.

Then, it doesn't have to be like this. We can just create as usual.

I didn't like it. I wanted to think a little more.

Something a little more unusual. Something a little more unfamiliar to myself. Something different than usual.

Somewhere I've never been. The unseen landscape.

He closed his eyes once and opened his eyes. Nothing has changed. Looks familiar. Familiar seats with the familiar staff. You can't come out of a place like this. He felt his shoulders more energetic than usual.

Let's loosen up a little.

Even as time passed and the children began to look at their topics one by one, he was staring out a dazed window.

“Do you want to go get some Tteokbokki? ”

Sunhwa asked, the other children were already picking a menu. He shakes his head a little.

“No, I have somewhere to be. ”

“Huh? Where? ”

He looked at the ceiling for a moment and said,

“The sea."

“· · · · · · · Huh? ”

He went out of business sooner than anyone else, leaving a line on his face that he didn't hear well.

I left school and picked up my phone. The first thing that came to mind was the subway. That's what he decided. A two-hour subway ride led to the nearby Incheon Sea.

I left a message for my mother, and she went straight down to the basement.

“The next station is · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

You hear a voice of guidance from the subway. Soon the train arrived and the door opened. Whoever arrives gets off, and whoever leaves gets on.

He went inside looking at the gap between the train and the landing platform.

The door closes, making a sound of a gust of wind, and the Lord sits in an empty seat. The train is about to leave. The body shifts to the side.

I laughed a little when my body was shaking. He left to look at the sea. She took to the subway to see a new landscape. The process was surprisingly easy when prepared.

The train moves at a rapid pace toward the next station. You hear a noise. He sits down and looks at the black shadow and sees the station coming down. Thirty stops to go.

There's plenty of time to think.

He leaned against the backrest. The handle shakes and my body shakes. Leaning against the window, there is a vibration in your head. It was a place where everything was shaking.

Heading somewhere must be shaken a hundred times.

The train stops. The door opens and the door closes. The train has departed again. You will see the process over and over again. I felt an artificial wind pouring down from above. It was a cold wind.

He closed his eyes and felt the movement coming from everywhere. Kugung. Kugung. The sound of the end of the world echoes repeatedly. I heard a similar sound in my body.

Over time, everything became cold. The cold has gone to the tip of my nose. It's not the same as the wind I felt when I was broke. The artificial air entering your body disturbs your senses. Out of order and away from nature. One person passed by in the future. The cold wind blows.

He thought.

A created wind. Is it a new wind?

The train stops and the door opens. The train has departed.

The train continued forward. A terribly fast speed. I'm getting a little anxious. Can we hold this pace? What if I get dizzy? What if I get upset and vomit all over me? I don't want to look dirty to others.

I'm used to vibration. I'm used to the cold. Then, is there nothing new in this?

I paused for a moment. Even at that moment, the train ran off. Stops alone in a vibration. Kugu, Kugu. It was a loud shout.

The train ran through the darkness. Familiarity takes away emotion and takes away worry. Eliminates restlessness and anxiety, eliminating joy and expectations.

There was nothing.

There was nothing here to get used to, to get used to.

Why did you get on this train?

I didn't remember.

Why are they moving forward?

I didn't remember.

The train has stopped. The door is open. Doors are closed. We're going again. The handle swings with the body shifting to the side. A cold chill enters your body after a dark shadow.

When I held my breath, I released my strength when I reached my limit. I took a deep breath.

Smells like the sea.

“This station · · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

The train has stopped. The door is open.

He has escaped the cold. It was cold near my ankle. You look back. The train has already closed its mouth and is headed to the next.

He went forward without a doubt.

“The sea.”

He looks at the huge puddle of water unfolding before his eyes and mutters in a small murmur.

The waves are coming in small. A breeze full of me blew my hair in a frenzy. I pulled the hair off my face and got closer to the sea. It felt strange to step on the sand.

A green grass, whether seaweed or seaweed, floats on the sand. The ocean that I actually saw was just the sea. I was not impressed. My hair was just irritating my face.

“Haha.”

He sits on the sand, smiling helplessly. The wave comes to the front of the shoe and repeats its return.

Why did you come all the way here? It was to see a new landscape. What is a new landscape? What he wanted was not the right answer. I just wanted to meet strong feelings.

Not this strong wind.

You spit out some sand in your mouth. I stared at the horizon blank. The sun is coming down. Time was running out. I came all this way but I can't feel it. Everything is overwhelmed by this enormous image.

Endless stretches of water and high skies.

Zeug.

Even the flying seagull is large.

Huge. Huge. Wide. Wide.

Why do you see this landscape and feel that way?

Maybe it's because it's not what it used to be.

“Hmm?"

Something's coming.

He looked around. Sea, sky, sand, seagulls. Everything is enormous.It's hard to put it all together at once. Wherever he left, there was nothing like this. It all caught my eye. No matter how high the building was, I could handle it with my head held high.

He thought about what he had written so far. She lives most of her life at home. She and her son had a narrow lifespan.

New. Huge landscape. Purpose and travel.

To move this to writing.

“Fantasy.”

Fantasy. Big story. A trip with a purpose. Nothing in real life. He was pleased with the words he uttered himself.

This is a different world.

It was fun just to imagine. A big world that's hard to handle. I wanted to use it.

I came here to see you.

He unconsciously empowered his hands with a feeling of excitement. Sand pours in.

He saw the sand in his hands.

“It's small. ”

This new landscape had another look.

Small grains. Just grass that loosens and is dragged away. A wave bubble that never closes.

It wasn't just the big things. He counts the sand in his hand and mutters.

“I want to use this, too. ”

I want to write two things.

A story that resembles the sea, a story that resembles sand. Long story, short story.

Two, shall we?

“No.”

You hear a small voice. He turns his head. I see a man burying his face in his knees.

“Don't use me. ”

It was a voice that would fly in this harsh wind if you didn't listen well. It's tiny and cramped.

As he approaches, he hears another voice on the other side.

“Pathetic.”

It was a nagging tone. It was bad luck. The man in good clothes straightens his waist and looks down at her as if she's gone.

“Disappear if you don't want to. ”

The timid woman goes deeper and deeper.

“Are you ignoring me? ”

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

“No, no, no. ”

“I can't hear you. My voice is just sand. ”

His harsh tongue made her utterly silent. He stepped into arbitration.

“Stop. Why are you being so hard on me? Hungry?”

The man did not hide his unpleasantness in the words of Lord.

“Are you kidding me? ”

“The world without humor is boring. ”

He snorts.

“I don't need it for a trip. ”

“Is it true? ”

The wind blows over his body in luxurious fabric. He observed him and said.

“You're a bit arrogant. ”

“The hotshot is supposed to be arrogant. ”

Ignoring such a man's words, he turned his head to the left. She's slipping away.

“Where are you going?”

His back twitches. Her long, long hair covers half of her face. Long sleeves and long pants. It looked hot.

“The sun is strong, right? ”

The woman was still speechless. Very little communication with people He was in contrast to this cool, open space.

She didn't answer. He doesn't run away. The man remains still. Only the waves were actively moving.

He said.

“Should we all go to the sea together? ”

The man frowned at what he said.

“This water exists to cross over. It's a way to see a wider land. ”

A good answer came back.

End of long and short cases (1)

lim Han-baek