Intend to post the activities of

Dek-D

in the column

Writer

The story of 6 (not) secret tips for portraying the story to the reader.

The concept is to not exceed 30 lines in length.

font 16 pt

From the illustrations provided It must be described so that the reader can see the picture.

But.. I couldn't send it in time (again!!)

Because.. I didn't send it in time (didn't make it in time) that's it, there's no other excuse.

Once finished, I brought it into my own short story room.

I just want to join in the fun activities.

Dek-D Writer

What are some?

If it is

font 16 pt

in

Word

The total count is more than 30 lines, a little (not) a little (maybe?)

But when it comes to posting in my own short story page, we use

font 18 pt

Reading on a computer screen is comfortable for your eyes. I'm worried about people reading this.

Feel free to comment and vote.

The concept of this short story is..

I want to know that if I read to the end, readers will know that..

Whose room is this? Or guess whose room it is? : )

ps.

And then..there was a problem with naming the title again as usual. I don't know what name to give it. Catch the words in the story to continue first -*-

Whose room is it?

The young man walked down the smooth, polished concrete steps that were lightly covered with dust. Take each step carefully until you reach the level floor of the basement. Then continue down the walkway with solid walls but lit by white bulbs. He kept walking. while using his hands to periodically break apart the cobwebs at head level Until I found the door I had been searching for for a long time.

The silver door is still rust-free. But there is no luster left. Because it was coated with dust until it became a matte grey. He brushed off the dust and cobwebs that clung to his hands. My heart began to beat harder. and feeling unable to breathe fully I don't know because of the underground air. Or because he was about to face what was behind the door, causing this symptom.

“What are you thinking about right now?” The young man used the tip of his slender index finger to gently scratch his forehead. Then stood and calmed down in front of the gray door for another moment... "How are you? How are you?!"

He braced himself and gripped the lever-style knob tightly in his hand. Then rocked to pull the door open. A sudden gust of wind shot through the door, causing a strand of hair that had fallen on his forehead to sway. There is a rapid exchange of air from inside to outside. His nose detected a strong, musty smell. Followed by a faint smell of blood.

The young man ran his palm along the wall next to the door inside the room until he found the light switch and turned it on. But..nothing happened.

'The light is broken? Then it can't be helped,' he thought.

The light from outside the room shone in, making it only faintly visible in the room. But when the eyes began to adjust to the darkness So he slowly stepped forward to survey the room. along with turning on the screen of your mobile phone to brighten it to use as a flashlight

The walls had scuffed paint and looked so old and worn that I couldn't tell what color it was. Green mold grows in the small cracks. spread all over Chant on the left and right walls and ceiling as a calming mantra to focus. He had seen the owner of this room use it to recite before doing it.

In the frame to the left he saw a man wearing a black graduation gown with dark green stripes. In his arms was a big bouquet of flowers. The man's face in the picture looks bright. The face was decorated with a small smile. Which is the only comfort that makes everyone who has to come here feel a little better.

The white sheets of the bed in the middle of the room were stained with patches of dried blood. A pole next to the bed hung two blood bags. On the bag there is a red cross symbol. Inside there was only half a bag left. and is dry and hard and cannot be used anymore

On the bedside table is a monitor. and a heart rate measuring device is placed Dust clings to the surface of the device and it appears smooth. It was like he hadn't been touched in a while. Next to it was a small board. Clip the attached note onto the paper.

He bent down and shone the light from his mobile phone near the board. There is a handwritten note saying '25 Dec. 2013, 8:50 p.m. If you make it through this night, your body should be able to adjust and gradually get better, and may return to normal. But it also requires the strong will of the sick person.’ The message ends there. He then turned his eyes towards the picture frame placed next to it.

It was a picture of a young woman he knew.

“Khun Phum,” another new man called his name. Then he automatically raised his hand to cover his nose and mouth to suppress the discomfort. “The DSI will be here in a moment.” The second sentence didn't sound as clear as the first time the name was called.

“Pichit, I think..he's still alive. No one dies here.” Phum wears white gloves to hide his fingerprints. and decided to pick up a picture frame of a young woman on the table and secretly put it in his pocket. Then turned around and asked. “Did you bring a large ziplock bag and evidence tongs?” Seeing the vomiting expression on the man who had just arrived,

He felt sorry for Pichit for being sent as a partner for someone like him.

In this room, there was indeed a nausea-inducing atmosphere for others. But he didn't smell death. Didn't hear a call for help and not seeing things that should not be seen Since being helped to survive by the hand of the cellar owner that night. From the outside, he looks like a normal person. But he never felt normal again.

At least in the sense of a normal person.

They must find the runaway owner of the basement before the DSI. This person's medical skills are essential to the secret investigation unit. The unit that was deleted disappeared. and does not appear in the organizational chart of the Royal Thai Police presented to the Prime Minister. But there is still continuous operation.

“Bring it.” Phichit changed to using one hand to pinch his nose. Then use your other hand to find something in your bag to hand it over.

The young man received a large ziplock bag and evidence tongs. Then he managed to put the picture books on the wooden chair next to the bed and put them in a bag. Then use your hand to pull the zipper closed. “Let's go, we've got enough clues.”

(via silenthill.wikia.com)