Great Novelist

“Man ruled the fire. ”

For mankind, the discovery of fire was truly power. After holding the fire, man began to reign over nature. Humans use fire, which every animal fears, as a free material.

Cook the food. Save it. I was able to consume a lot of influence. In addition to hunting, I was able to turn my gaze elsewhere. The world changed rapidly. After killing people with bronze, bombs and cannons in the neolithic space, we have now come through the Industrial Revolution. Fire has always been by man's side.

Fire is warm. Mercy. Give food. Bake and melt. It keeps me alive. It keeps me from freezing. It was easy to find the habit of setting fire sacred. Worship fire, or worship the god of fire. Fire is a symbol of purification and a symbol of abundance. Fire creates and burns.

C. The fire has no sense of folly.

He opened the drawer and picked up the lighter. A small ignition mechanism the size of which is held in one hand. All you have to do is move your thumb and the light will come out. You light a fire. A small fire. Not one of these little fires was insufficient to burn this paper-filled space. Not a single one of these fires can hold a man.

I can't.

“It's the perfect material for extreme driving. ”

It was the same for the writer. Even a writer doesn't know who the unsub is. Maybe there's no such thing as a killer. A pleasant uncertainty clouded my mind.

I fell from the backrest I was looking forward to. After straightening out the material called fire, I put my hands back on the keyboard. In the course of the coverage, the direction was roughly set. It's a foggy landscape, but the road continues. Let's use it first.

I imagined a scene. It was a picture, it was a video. Move it to the sentence. Be more realistic and detailed than the picture in your head.

The scene I was using was the time the building was on fire. The speaker sees the building on fire. Here, however, we do not convert the speaker's feelings into sentences. The description of the fire was the more focused part. The psychology of a wobbly man with a torch between them is persuasive.

Readers have to be afraid of fire to lose. You need emotion to do that. It's not the speaker's emotion.

Let's put our emotions in the fire. Put on your mouth and plant your teeth. Give me a big body and a loud voice that can threaten everyone. In reality, fire is just fire. However, it is different on paper. Fire can gain life, and be a living animal, and a god.

Fire consumes man. The user breathes black smoke and fills its belly. He has poison. Skin distorted and accompanied by extreme pain. The prey thumps in the belly of the fire.

After the long description, he paused. Now let's look inside the speaker's head.

You move your hand, and at the same time, you notice a murmur like black smoke. Should I have described it a little more? Should I say it a little louder? Or should I have transferred the speaker's feelings? Regrets and regrets about choice always follow.

“Whew.”

I consciously cleared my mind. I focused solely on the stories in the novels. I didn't think that I was choosing something, nor did I think that this choice could dominate the entire quality of the novel. I just moved my hand.

The spindle moves. The sun goes down and the car goes by. The wind blows and an unknown movement makes a noise in the room. The refrigerator groans. Birds cry outside the window. Time has run out, and my hands have stopped.

“I don't like it here. ”

I got caught up in greed. I knew that and I had to stop. It takes one sentence. He thought for a moment. If you think about it wisely and rationally, it's a first draft. You can skip this. You can touch it when you leave.

But it bothers me. I don't like it A little annoyance got stuck in my neck. Irritates you like a thorn in the nail. I felt like I would be constantly interrupted from writing in the future. If so, now is not a bad time. I don't have a deadline. I know I have an appointment.

Because of you, a bird cries out the window. I got up from my seat and opened the window for ventilation. A cool breeze came in. Calm down.

Let's fix it. He picked up a pen. I looked at the overall flow again. The speaker meets the suspect. My gut thinks he's a arsonist. Says the suspected killer. Fire can't do anything by itself. We need to keep an eye out. Blue in front of him.

Gas fire was burning. God and fire are alike. The speaker asks, "What do you mean?"

“I've never seen anyone so dependent on others as a god. ”

He found the reason for the existence of good and evil there. Bow down to God in front of grace, and ask God for forgiveness in front of sin. The world was designed to find God. God was made to live. Innocent humans have been sacrificed for his survival strategy. He's got water on a gas fire.

He spoke like a man who worships fire. Therefore, it was a poor insistence that he was innocent. It was not so impure. I do not accept the speaker. He laughs at the speaker and adds small. Everyone wants to be a god.

Acting is who you are. However, it is someone else who calls out his name. I admire someone. I doubt it. They call him the murderer. They claim he's innocent. It was inserted to indirectly express the situation of those who want to understand others and fear blame. Important wealth

Angry, not bad at all. It's still a bit lacking. I decided to try to transform it.

Let me remind you, I've never seen one. Not once. I tried to add a similar phrase. I tilt my head down.It looks cleaner than this. Why don't you tell him yourself? I've never seen anything more dependent on anyone than you, Lord. It's unnatural, in a completely different room

Let's reorganize the sentence in this way. It is man who made God. God relies on others. Oh, my God.

A paper full of the same sentence was passed over. After reciting the same sentence dozens of times, I couldn't figure out what it was. I just felt it. You made the wrong choice. You got the ankle right.

“Ha.”

Who drove himself here?

“Sir, is something wrong? ”

I asked the jewel who was lying on the ground. He was staring at the edge of the chalkboard with his cheek against the desk. I came to school and continued to be like this. I take classes, I take breaks, I take lunch. It was not so different even when I came early.

Writing. It is a filthy article with conflicts and contradictions, incidents and suspicions, and only perpetrators. Having thought about it for a week, his dialogue was decided to be the first tone of speech. And now, I feel like I'm going crazy because I don't like what I've written so far. I'm not fixing it, either.

It was.

He stopped and thought. Who the unsub is, what he's wearing. There were no answers. Time went on like that. Time doesn't always wait for something.

“Sunbae?”

“I'm thinking. ”

In his answer, the jewel gazed me in the eye and asked.

“What are you thinking? ”

“About the identity of my writing. ”

“· · · · · · Are you writing? ”

“Write all the time. ”

“Then why do you suddenly think that? ”

The answer came from the West, next to him.

“Ask me what? It's a dead end. ”

“It's not blocked. ”

He denies it. It is not blocked. If I order you to write it now, you can write it. It's just a twist. It's no longer a pleasant uncertainty. I feel that the work is not very reliable. Suspicion spread throughout the work. In this condition, even if you write more, you'll only get the text to be erased.

I knew it from experience. So I stopped my hand. However, Seogwang snorted.

“We know Mr. Moon's class. With my head full of thoughts, I can't write anything good. And when you don't write very well, you get a lot of distraction in your head. ”

He said in a loud voice. It was an ominous tone.

“Getting out of that infinite accident is easy, but hard. ”

“Easy, but hard? ”

“It can be solved with a very simple technique, but it can also take years to get there. It's a human accident.”

“It's annoying.”

“Human accidents. ”

Seogwang repeated the same words twice. He raised his head. I leaned against the backrest and looked up at the ceiling.

“It's not that bad. I just don't like the writing. ”

“It's a dead end. Look at this. It's so annoying. ”

The jewel nods loudly, saying it finally knows. He laughed a little. On the ceiling was the stain I had always seen. He cleared the way that things have gone so far. The start was one sentence. I didn't like one sentence. I should have just handed it over when.

I'm late for regrets.

I didn't like the writing after the useless worries I had learned in my body. Greed is summoned at that moment. I want to write better. I want to make a better sentence. That's why we're here now.

“Identity. The culprit. ”

Two words floating in my head made me nervous. Is he a killer or a hero? What do you want to write about? It's just confusing. It's just a cover story to hide who the unsub is.

If you think about it now, maybe you're off to the wrong start. I should have caught him. I should have asked. Should we create a killer now? Even now.

He dropped his head. It's out of control. The pain rises later from the forehead that hit the desk.

“It hurts.”

Lurking at the muttering, he said.

“Oh, would you like to leave early? ”

“Yes.”

He got up from his seat. Then I packed my bag. It was time for the club to start now, but I didn't care. The silly face of the western lights flashed before my eyes.

“What? A real store? ”

I'm going.

“Where? Home? What difference does that make? Just ask Moon for help. ”

“Not home. ”

There was someone else who could help him. The existence of the unsub, the person who was most familiar with the use of the unsub, he knew. Let's go to her. She owes me a cover story.

“Farewell. ”

He went down to the office and explained to Moon's teacher that he was about to go to the break room. Then, with permission, I left the door. It was fresh air.

“Hello?"

And I called her at the front door. She answered the phone when she thought the connection was going to be quite long.

“Sister Faith, where are you? ”

“I'm the algebra sister. ”

“You're the algebra sister? Why?”

His voice was a little quiet, like the one who woke up. Do you think he went to play because he was free? That's even better.

“To get help.”

Oh, no, no, no. I guess the locked voice wasn't the fault of waking up. Reaching out for help from the water, I heard the answer from beneath my feet.

“Help with what? What are you writing? ”

“Yes. I got the plaintiff's request. The deadline's busted. ”

He explained that he was writing a thread in the deduction magazine. I've been thinking about it.I 'll go find another writer. Lecturer? I remembered what she said a while ago. The story of the calculation. Calculation observed the writing of the book. He asked.

“Can I go there too? ”

“· · · · · · Coincidence? I'd love to. Maybe we can get something. Wait. ”

She spoke to the section. I heard the voice of the section comfortably. He immediately walked to the bus stop.

Burn (2) End

lim Han-baek