No One Returned to the Village When the War Ended. Except for One.
In a war-devastated village, an old man lies broken until a newborn's cry offers an unexpected spark of life.
This story was written one sentence at a time, by many different people.
Each sentence was submitted separately and chosen by community vote before the next one could be written. Nobody knew how it would end.
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Each sentence was submitted separately and chosen by community vote before the next one could be written. Nobody knew how it would end.
Read the Korean original →
It was an old man with a hunched back. Prostrate upon the land where everything had ended, he wept.
No one will end me in this hell. The baby is the future, the young man is the present, but I—
The old man harbored no hope whatsoever. Yet his breath still clung to him.
The old man lay powerless on the ground, and only the futile passage of time had flowed until now.
Then a baby grasped the old man's hand and let out its first cry.
Multilingual relay writing is being prepared.
For now this page is read-only. Participation happens on the Korean site, where each sentence is written and voted on by a different person.
For now this page is read-only. Participation happens on the Korean site, where each sentence is written and voted on by a different person.