The Gate of That House Was Always Open
A mysterious house with an always-open door serves meals to all who enter, each meal containing memories stored in stars.
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 →
College students homesick for home-cooked meals, sons longing for their mother's food, even stray dogs—they all came.
In the place they visited, wet stars poured out from the kitchen cupboard.
Each star held the memories of everyone who had ever stepped into this place.
Even I, who hadn't eaten a proper meal all day, was visiting this place for the first time.
Before I even stepped inside, a generous table of food was already laid out for me.
Without knowing it, I picked up one star, and inside it, my future was gleaming.
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.