Great Novelist

I still remember that day. It remains clear in the brain. It's engraved all over your body with your nasty senses of drowning. I always wondered, would I look the same? I don't want to. It needs to change. It needs to be different from the past. Suddenly, it was embedded in the unconscious by the word "outer surface." I wanted to be a great novelist. I wanted to get away from genius. I wanted to change.

“I don't know. ”

He chuckles, a rash smile. He must have laughed like that at the moment of his death. Imagining it made me feel a little better.

“I envy you.”

“You're lying. ”

Strength kicked my tongue. He swept his face. I don't envy dead people.

“You sound like a ghost. ”

“It's a ghost.”

I felt a low background behind my back. I quickly looked back. Through the open, sliding door, the crow heads out. The cold rises from beneath your feet. It gives me goose bumps. I have to get rid of it. I got up and rolled my feet. I want to kill you.

“Enough.”

A powerful voice. The Crescent Moon smiled at the crow. He frowned.

“Don't be so mean. Come in and melt yourself. ”

“What are you melting in this cold place? ”

“Forget it, leave it. He's smart.”

He was silent. The crow walked to the corner. I feel bad. I've never seen that crow fly before. He said that the river is interesting.

“Maybe he knows. When you're gonna die. ”

“It's a beast that can't speak. ”

“Funny you should say that. ”

The snow closed its eyes. He tapped his shoulder lightly. It's hard skin.

“If you sleep here, go back to your mouth. ”

“I'm not going back. ”

“I need to tell you something. ”

“Well."

“It's done.”

“I know.”

I swallowed a dry saliva and asked.

“How was it?”

I desperately asked Kangwoo, who didn't fit the view.

“Did you like my article? ”

“Where did the whale screamer go? You said it was your writing.”

“That's why I'm asking. You said it wasn't bad last time. Is that so again?”

“I don't know. At least you didn't hurt my face. ”

“Of course it is. ”

He called out his name loudly. He smiles mischievously.

“Good.”

“· · · · · · Really? ”

“Yes, I like it. It was interesting, even though it was awkward on the back. Oh, well, crazy wasn't my thing. I would never put that in there. ”

The hand that rubbed my belly slowed down. He became increasingly motionless. He asked him.

“Mr. Hyundo said you wouldn't appear to me anymore. ”

“Hmm.”

“Where are you going? ”

“I don't know. ”

I'm always angry when I talk to him. Strength is stimulating. Otherwise, I couldn't have been nervous by this nonsense.

“What the hell do you know? ”

When he sighed and spoke, he only moved his mouth and replied.

“One day you will make the same mistake. ”

I looked down at him and said,

“I will not repeat the same mistake. ”

“Life is long. I'm sure you will. ”

The horse is silent. Kang Wol glanced at himself, rolling his eyes.

“It could be. Don't beat yourself up then. Then we can live. ”

“· · · · · · · What is it? ”

“You don't have to work so hard. Novels are fiction. You are. Just breathe and you'll be fine. ”

“You're dead. ”

“Thrust where it hurts. ”

His eyelids halfway down.

“Life is long, so you can keep on living until you can have yourself. That's your writing. Suit yourself."

The wind blows. His dark hair shakes powerlessly. I called out his name several times. He didn't react.

“It's like dying twice. ”

I smile with my teeth bared. The lively eyes suddenly appeared.

“Not bad. ”

“Wait a minute.”

I've got him. Not yet. I still have more to say. He raised his finger to the sky.

“Morning.”

I open my eyes. I get up in a hurry. The house was shaded. Time is passing the afternoon. Lies. Lies to the very end. The laughter poured out.

“What the hell are you doing? ”

I turned my head in horror at the sound I heard near my head. It's raining.

“What are you looking at? You.”

“Mr. Hyundo. ”

“Do the right thing. I could die early. ”

I rubbed my eyes and said.

“I don't want to die. ”

“Then do it right. ”

“Yes.”

Somehow, I kept smiling. Maybe he just blew his lungs out. I can't control it.

“You must be in a good mood. ”

“Yes.”

“It's worth it to be free of him. ”

“Are you here to see the manuscript? ”

“I wanted to come because you didn't want to. You can quit if you don't want to. ”

“I'll get it.”

He went into the workshop. You take the manuscript you completed and go to him.

*

“Im Hyun also said that the writer cried. ”

Seogwang listens to the toilet paper ignoring the sound coming from behind. The sound of snoring rings in the cafe. The crowd stares at you, but you don't care about them. His eyes were only on the book before his eyes. One sentence at a time echoes my heart. My vision became blurred in the harsh reality. Tears pour into the story of the villainous protagonist and those around him. The cafe owner saw his son's face, grabbed his stomach and laughed.

“You're still young. ”

“Go away. ”

Seogwang lowers his head back in case tears fall on the book. There was no way to stop tears like chicken shit from flowing on a clown.

“It's a beautiful soul. ”

You mutter while eating your nose. She warned you.

“Quiet. You're not alone. ”

“You don't know anything. ”

“I read it, too. ”

“Strength is a genius. ”

"What are you doing?"

Baron. He stares at you with an unbelievable look on his face. Seogwang waves his hand, rubbing his red nose. Baron takes a step back.

“Are you crying?"

“You read it too, right? ”

“My goodness.”

Baron nods, smiling in vain.

“You cried, too. ”

“I didn't cry. ”

It was finally an unfinished piece of Kangwon writer published in the world. The results were massive, just as the publisher promoted. It's been a long time since I read a coincidence and cried. Baron raises his book, which is set down by Seogwang.

“It was a very different feeling because Kang Wool wrote it during the struggle. ”

“I've never read such a dark river. ”

Seogwang picked a paper towel and said.

“If he'd done it, he wouldn't have been able to read this. ”

“I was embarrassed when I killed my client so hot. ”

“Yes! That! ”

Seogwang empathized intensely. This is the most talked about part of this article. He actively changed the situation.

“He's got a big liver! I'm so fluffy, I can't touch you! We will preserve the length! ”

“Then there's no point in writing. I'll just leave it incomplete. ”

“Why is it that the existence of this post has not been known so far? It's because there are people like me. ”

Seongwang lowered his voice and said.

“The Lord himself was an unexpected death prize. ”

“Is that so?"

“I don't think you don't understand. The prologue is too strong. The backbone of the Crescent Moon is so noticeable that I can't help but bring something with me. ”

“I'm sure he thought the same thing. ”

But this is the result. Seogwang said with his fist clenched.

“I can see 100 more deaths in the future. ”

“Poor Australia. ”

Half sincere. This article is shocking enough to stop you from thinking about it.

“I am most satisfied with my most recent reading. ”

“That's right."

“I can't stand the obvious difference when I go from the rainy months to coincidence. That's a lot of writing. When I felt it all over my body, I felt goosebumps. ”

Baron looks around the bookstore listening to the excitement of his successor. I can see the compartment is particularly empty.

“I think I know what the best-selling book is today. ”

“Tell me what you're doing. ”

“I'm thinking of reading a book on the Crescent Wall. Sell it here?”

“It was imminent. ”

I brought my own stock even though I didn't ask for it. It was pretty empty, too. Baron was certain that the Gangwon Syndrome would rise again. Accidentally saved the dead river.

“That's amazing.”

He mutters a little. Kang Wool has already passed away, but the words he left remain. It keeps printing. I think it will even after I die. Even after you die.

“I wanted leather gloves. ”

“Real leather is expensive. It's difficult to store.”

“You already looked into it, right? ”

Seogwang sat down and said.

“Anyway, coincidences are good at dying. ”

“But didn't it feel a little different this time? ”

“You felt it, too. ”

I think anyone who has read the coincidence so far has felt a sense of camouflage. In this piece, coincidence showed a different face. At first, I thought it was because it was written by Kang, but it was different. Seogwang nods.

"Coincidences used to feel like he was dying. ”

“I felt like I was watching someone's process this time. ”

It was the death of someone else.

“It's also because the main character is a murderer. ”

“Describe it. ”

Coincidence pursued change. I showed a new look. Baron thought the face of the slothful sloth would tell us the outcome of the attempt. It's a huge success.

“Did he grow up again? ”

“He's a great novelist. You have to use this. ”

Seogwang still rubbed his nose and said.

“I've been reading this and imagining him dying. ”

Baron asked with a slight impression.

“How did he die? ”

“It fell from above. ”

“Up?”

“Yes. He's stuck down there. ”

Baron frowns. I thought it was a strange expression.

“Exterminate?”

“Probably suicide. ”

“Body?”

“It disappeared without a trace. ”

As I crossed my arms, Seongwang explained the situation.

“I was swept away. I couldn't find it. ”

“I often go into details like that with bad imaginations. ”

“It helps translate. ”

“Wouldn't it be better to memorize the English words? ”

“In mental health, yes. ”

Barron didn't take it seriously. Baron snorts. It's ridiculous that he killed himself. But the conversation was fun. I sometimes wonder when I look at him.

“How old will he die? ”

Baron flinches at the question of the West. I replied with a few moments. No one can answer that question.

“Why are you asking me? Do I look like God to you? ”

“I want you to live a long time. ”

Baron raises one lip and asks.

“I want you to write as much as you can. ”

“Yes.”

Seogwang sniffed and replied.

“I want to live with you for a long time. ”

“What kind of old man are you guys talking about? ”

She asks you to wipe her face and throw in a towel.

Crow Does Not Die (5) End

lim Han-baek