Sean discovers that the power given to him by "Two Suns" has other uses.
Considering that he would submit a manuscript to "New Testament Horror Stories" in the future, he tried to conceive of a manuscript for the trip to Undercurrent Street.
When imagining the draft, Sean found mottled shadows appearing around the pen and paper in his mind...
The texture of those shadows is the same as the "Shadow of Terror" in the ectoplasm.
“The area that the Red Lord once controlled involved horror experiences and story dissemination.
"The divine power he possesses includes seven terrifying scripts that can interfere with reality and drive those who enter crazy..."
"So the power of 'Two Suns' affected my ability to write, to make my ideas and words conjure a deeper sense of horror if I wanted to?"
Sean gave it a try and used his soul power to conceive of the manuscript - the horror atmosphere between the lines was indeed very vivid, but the conceiving process was much more difficult than before.
Sean, who was already a little tired, temporarily stopped writing in his mind and took a rest after taking a shower.
Thinking about the response from his last submission to "New Testament Horror Stories", Sean went out early in the morning to rush to the "Daily News" newspaper office.
After getting the reply from Edward, Sean entered the office next to him. Although he was not a formal employee, Edward had already acquiesced that the empty office next to him belonged to Sean.
Sean opened the envelope with a paper knife in a good mood, and found to his surprise that his manuscript had been returned. Along with the letter was a rejection letter with neat font:
"Dear Mr. Luer Veitch (Shaun's pen name), we have received your submission of the manuscript "The Terror in Levin Town". We regret to inform you that your work has not yet reached the standard for publication..."
Sean felt a little cold in his heart. He read line by line and found that the editor named "Lingsi Feng" had almost completely criticized his carefully written manuscript.
"...You seem to be using the techniques of documentary literature, but unfortunately, you can't feel the atmosphere of terror at all in your writing..."
"...You may indeed have first-hand information, but while our magazine requires authenticity, it also requires the manuscripts to have exciting stories. I think you have failed to do this..."
"...Maybe you need to learn how to write horror stories. Now it seems that you have a lot to learn. I suggest you start with the works of Mr. Edgar Poe. If you have time, you can also read "The New I bought some past issues of "Horror Stories" magazine, and I suggest you read the works of Mr. Lovecraft that were previously published, those works of art that can be called horror literature..."
After reading the rejection letter, Sean threw the envelope and letter paper on the table in frustration.
"Can't you feel the scary atmosphere at all? The story is not exciting at all? There are a lot of things to learn?!" Sean almost slammed the table. At least his soul is stronger now than before, and this emotion was quickly dissipated.
He tapped his fingers on the table and thought to himself: "Editor-in-chief Lingsi Feng is right, I really don't understand how to write horror novels at all. I wrote this "Terrorist Incident in Levin Town" as a press release.
"No wonder I received such a reply..."
Sean took a deep breath and thought about the new abilities he had acquired: "If I knew nothing about horror literature before, then with the ability of the god who once controlled fear, what will the horror novels I write achieve? To what extent?"
Sean was a little curious. He planned to rewrite "Lewin", and then also write "Journey to the Undercurrent Street".
"Just finish it today!" Sean needs to perform the moon wheel spiritual practice ceremony as soon as possible. He needs royalties, more royalties!
Sean stood up and wanted to find something necessary for writing.
Having never made coffee in a newspaper office, he walked around and looked around for a long time, almost searching for it with his ectoplasmic tentacles.
When Editor-in-Chief Edward saw the confused Sean, he came out and asked, "What's wrong, Sean, what are you looking for?"
After learning that Sean wanted to drink some coffee, Edward blinked mysteriously: "I have a good product, as strong as the spring of hell. I will send it to you soon..."
Sean sighed: "Thank God, I'll start writing first..."
The editors in the public office area looked at each other in confusion for a while: That "devil editor" Edward, wants to make coffee for others?
Everyone turned their attention to Sean's back, and saw this "special reporter" closing the door and closing the blinds...
Sean relaxed his fingers, and before he started typing, he inexplicably remembered Moonlight's posture before playing the piano.
Snap, snap, snap... The fingers fell quickly, and the crisp typing sound sounded.
Since he had not received a reply from Rincewind before, Sean was not in a hurry to conceive of a new manuscript in his mind.
Now he is imagining ideas and writing at the same time. Since he needs to use the ability of "Double Sun City" to let those frightening shadows seep into the "paper" through the pen in his mind, this requires a lot of energy from Sean. He even needs to use his spiritual power. The writing speed is not as good as the previous manuscript, so Sean's typing speed is within the normal range and will not cause confusion or panic to others.
"Shadow of Terror" penetrated the pen in Sean's mind like ink, writing in an atmosphere of unspeakable terror. The plots that Sean conceived and the sentences he wrote made the hairs on his spine run down. Upright feeling.
Because the plot and description in the story were too weird, he sometimes even had to stop typing and look around for a while to calm himself down, as if he had woken up from a nightmare...
The editor sitting nearby outside Sean's office felt an inexplicable chill coming over him.
It was obviously broad daylight, but the room felt dark and oppressive, and there was an extremely uneasy feeling of fear. They had no choice but to stop what they were doing, pick up the water glass with trembling fingers, and drink water to calm down...
"What...what's going on?"
At this time, Sean was writing a new version of "Lewin" and gradually entered a state of selflessness.
Unknowingly, Edward walked in holding a mug filled with New York coffee and twisting the handle: "Xiao..."
He saw Sean sitting with his back to the blinds, his body seeming to melt into the shadows.
A creepy typing sound, like broken fingerbones, kept coming from my fingertips.
He felt that fear was like an invisible giant water snake swimming in the air, which instantly strangled his body and neck, making him unable to move...
"Ugh!" Edward felt like he was about to stop breathing.
Sean heard Edward's voice and stopped typing: "Oh, I was so absorbed in writing that I didn't hear your voice."
The shadow suddenly faded, and Edward was relieved, as if he had returned to the human world from the deep sea: "I...what's wrong with me? Is it because I'm too tired from reviewing the manuscript?"
The editor-in-chief put a slightly hot black mug with "VIP only" written on it in Sean's hand: "I'm sorry to interrupt you - try this, I'm sure your heart will still be pounding at midnight. !”
"That's great, I just want to try out the parts that have been reinstalled on me."
Edward laughed at Sean's joke.
Sean raised his eyebrows, picked up the mug and took a sip of the lip-burning coffee. A strong bitter aroma filled his mouth and nose, "Well, it's really a good product. Beans from South Havre, dark roasted."
Edward pointed at Sean with his stubby finger, and the two coffee-loving men exchanged an inexplicable look of understanding. Edward left the office: "I must be too tired, because the room is a bit dark, and I'm hallucinating... ..." Edward stroked his chest and walked back to his office.
With the blessing of coffee, Sean began to devote himself to creating again...
…
For the first time, Sean finished a box of psychic smelling salts because of his writing.
"Writing like this..." Sean looked at the empty coffee cup and smelling salt box in his hand, recalling the wonderful feeling of being chased by fear while pursuing inspiration, "Writing like this is so exciting. "
He slumped back in his chair and stuffed the two manuscripts, which seemed to be surrounded by terrifying shadows, into envelopes.
"Ms. Lincewind," Sean thought as he patted the bulging envelope in his hand and wrote the magazine's address by hand, "this time, I want to see what you think of my manuscript..."
