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Congratulations once again. Looks like a long story is stuck (haha). I'm trying, but I can't think of anything. It's a ton. I wrote it down once. But suddenly the internet went out. Press publish and it's all gone. Life is over - -

Let me tell you first a short story.

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Dressed up to participate in a contest

"Short story work, Lom Nao Ngao Chan, Wannasilp

When literature shines in the sky Let's meet across time."

of the Language and Literature Club student club Silpakorn University

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Of course, this story "didn't stick" in any way (haha).

Because it definitely has nothing to do with the episode title. The one that seems relevant will be another matter.

But I want you to read it. Comments are welcome, no matter what. Thank you to everyone who came to read my short story.

“Just now there was a mistake in putting it in the long story category. Now it's been edited into a short story."

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Writer – tiasiana [by me]

Start – Unknown

Finish – 02/20/15 [M/D/Y]

To : "

Announcing the work of the short story "Lom Nao Ngao Chan" in the episode "Worn Silpa Song Fa". Let's meet across time.

Only!"

'When the clock hands stop moving'

Every day, every temple has to carry out monastic activities. Weekdays are the same. There are many people who come to make merit, practice diligence, public spirit, or even funerals. The young girl who is standing crying in front of the crematorium is one of them.

“Huh, Mom,” the little girl moaned, looking at the smoke coming out of the crematorium chimney with regretful eyes from now on. Alone amidst the chaos in the capital, she decided to turn and walk away, even though her sorrow needed relief soon.

Turn around and go back to another place.

"..." The translucent body of a 45-year-old woman looked at the girl who walked away even though her heart wanted to hug and comfort her. But I know there's no other way. He stood still here for a long time until he realized that there was 'someone' behind him.

“It is time for the souls who...

xxxxx ”

A still, deep voice that made the listener tremble, a figure not showing a face. There was only a large black robe. and a cloud of darkness around the face only until a young woman of mother's age began to realize what she had to face, so she accidentally complained softly. When his daughter had to live alone

“Then how are you going to live your life…” Sadness still lingered in his heart, but the one who received it could only let the other party mourn until the time was right, opening the portal to judge this soul before it entered the whirlpool. Once again, the female spirit floated along with a sad feeling as she looked at the figure in front of her and asked a question.

“What do you use to decide your fate? Why are you not distressed even though you have to deal with sinners?”

“...” There was no reply, the black-cloaked figure continued to lead the way, even passing through the gate guarded by a three-headed dog, the path seemed endless.

“Sir..!!!” She tried to call out again, but this time it was even more shocking.

When the surrounding scenery suddenly changed The heat was so intense that the floor was covered with heat. She immediately knew that this was the place. 'Hell' even though there is nothing blocking the way through. But what I saw and experienced caused fear to overwhelm and sorrow in many parts.

To the right was a large copper pan filled with oil boiling at hundreds of degrees. Many souls writhed inside that pan, and new souls were pushed in countless times. She couldn't stand the sight so she turned and ran to the other side, but found a different situation.

A large tree with enormous thorns and sharp points that pierce souls struggling to climb up. Even if you come down, you'll encounter dogs that bite and tear your flesh down below and you have to climb up quickly, but it's not like it's safe up there. Once you're free from the dogs, there will be vultures waiting to peck and eat, not much different from the dogs below.

When I was alive I used to only read and imagine the cruelty of the consequences of committing sin, but when I encountered the real thing, it felt more insane than I could control myself.

“Here we are. From now on, you must walk into the bell tower alone.” The cloaked man's voice rang out for the first time as she stepped onto the death-determination door. Her eyes widened and she turned to ask about the lingering question and her fear. one

“And you... haven't answered the question yet..” It was as if a trembling of the shoulders would occur at the same time as another figure turned and disappeared, leaving a frightening sound behind his ears.

“Everything you do”

Bang!

She walked in alone. You are not the only one here as you thought, but the loneliness still surrounds you even though you have encountered others while you sit and wait in line for judgment. Weighing the good and the bad in a soul like hers, she can only think about the things she has done, both good and bad, things that have led to sin. What did she do and suddenly there was a howling sound from inside where she was not allowed to go?

“Scream! no!!! Let me go, scream!!” The screams gradually disappeared, but many who heard them could not order themselves to control their consciousness. They all sat trembling in fear. Crying and freezing together

Before thinking of a word, she often heard it when she took her daughter to listen to sermons at the temple.

'Let go'

Only then, his concern for his daughter began to fade and he suddenly changed to calmness and confidence that his daughter would get through and grow up well on her own feet. As for you, now only your soul is left, waiting to be reborn or to atone for the karma that was created.

merit Both the actions that have been performed, whether good or bad, It was sent when one reached the limit of one's existence, just like the blurb I'd seen in a book of results that I'd received from a monk.

.....Death was on the red thread, pitiful screams could be heard throughout the hot space.

Before the ear-piercing sound of the bell rang out, as if the time for making excuses was over....

Before realizing that it is you, the soul that must decide the fate of the life in front of you.

“It is time to decide your identity.”

'Then the voice rang out'