Great Novelist

Isabella looks at the coin with genuine eyes. Coin is still speechless. I just raised my hand. Throw the machine down the stairs she went down. You hear a cracking sound.

"You want my manuscript?"

Isabella gives a bold reply.

"Do you think I'm here because I'm free?"

"Wait. I'll be back."

"Where?"

Isabella's question raises his head. It's even more intimidating. It was an invisible face at the age of the late thirties.

"Don't ask stupid questions."

Of course, there are coincidences. Isabella raises her eyebrows.

"How will you meet?"

"I'm going to the publisher. You don't know me."

"Is it a coincidence?"

"Why are you asking me that?"

He was looking for a plane ticket with a laptop lying around in his bed. Isabelle folds her arms.

"Yes, because I can get in touch with your publisher?"

The rough typing of coins has stopped. Isabella opens her mouth.

"Attending a formal event I had declined the last time. Without disappearing in the middle."

It was a condition. Coin gave a fierce voice.

"I'm very angry right now. It's hot in my inside.I can't write because this damn fireball is getting in the way. I haven't slept in days."

"Yes."

He gets up on empty paper cups.

"I just decided. I'll fall asleep deeper than my loving mother, no matter what. This is absolute."

If you want to sleep like that, you can read the book you wrote. Isabella muttered as she listened to him.

"The event? Okay. But I need to see a coincidence. What if an 18-year-old boy fearlessly hides behind and hires a ghost writer? What if he's up to something? We'll get rid of all the coincidences. I'm gonna scream for the world."

Full of life.

"There are no coincidences in this world."

That temperament was already famous. The name Kelly Coin gives way to officials. He said it because he had a history of grinding the nose bones of journalists who laughed at his writings. Coins weren't as famous then as they are now. He was a rookie who just wrote his first book. But he did it. He's a villain and a freak. Rough, fearsome, and well-written. Isabelle still could not figure out how to make such a beautiful and decent work with that bloodied hand.

"I can't be sure. But let's try."

Isabella closes her visit to the cage, locking the beast up, and immediately picks up her phone.

*

"Yes, I am the publisher of Netherwood."

Nam-Kyung received an exciting phone call. It was a question of coincidence, as always.

"Yes, that's right. It's really a coincidence that you wrote it."

The reader on the other side of the phone makes a lot of nagging voices.

"Then why are you hiding so much? You really invented all those languages by yourself? You wrote all that by yourself?"

I thought I was drunk from the sound of my voice.

"Yes, you wrote it yourself. And if you have any questions about the language of God, please go to Dongbaek Publishing."

"Do you have proof? Bring me proof!"

"Be careful going in."

Nam-Kyung said so and hung up. It was a familiar conversation when I got used to it. I listened to the manuscript without any disturbance. It was a manuscript by another writer, not a coincidence. It's not just coincidence that the author of the Netherwood publisher has a book. The gap has been checked for typos and areas to correct. You will receive a reply when you send the comment as an attachment. Fix what's right and leave what's left.

I roll my head as hard as I can to make the book more dense.

"Sir, I put the data you mentioned in the public file."

Nam-Kyung listened to his successor and put his hands on the mouse.

"Oh, my shoulder."

Let's take a break. You rub a bunch of shoulders together. While resting, I went to the bookstore site. It was full of publicity about the book. Books that took over the main one and books that didn't. No book could overcome the existence of a book called Coincidence.

"First place is the language of God. And then there's the bird trail and the crying."

He is winning gold, silver and bronze medals by himself. Below was Kelly Coin's book published last year. Once imported, the book of coins, which always came in first place, failed this time.

Knowing the many famous anecdotes left behind by Kelly Coin, Nam-Kyung felt somewhat frightened.

"Well, I know it's been a little mild lately, but it's absolutely spectacular."

Alcoholism, drugs, assault. Kelly Coin was a great writer. He had the first simultaneous award for four major literature awards for Genre Small Design. In his profile, there are traces of winning the award without any time of year. As well as playing in various genres, such as plays, scenarios, pilgrimage, essays, poetry, etc. A world-recognized author.

The Netherwood publisher is currently planning a collection of Kelly Coins. Among his writings, he carefully selects books that he considers to be masterpieces and publishes them. Four copies were now published and the other four were awaiting translation.

Nam-Kyung clicked on Kelly Coin's book. I saw the photo in the author's introduction box.

Excellent writing skills and bad character. Thanks to him, criticism followed, with praise for writing, and for his books, there were those who hated and watched with readers who thought.

"Such a writer wins by accident."

It was essentially winning and losing literature, but there was a number in front of my eyes, so I couldn't help thinking about it. Coins were winning by chance in sales volume, one of many rating criteria. I have a book I've edited As the editor in charge, I felt a little proud.

with the idea that Kelly Coin might be a little interested in coincidence.

I entered the portal site rejoicing at the ranking. I saw your search terms. Kelly Coins. Nam-Kyung naturally clicked on it without thinking. And what he saw was a picture of him with a very annoying face.

"Saw Kelly Coin in Korea?"

The phone rings. Looking for the driver's hand, I get a phone call thinking it'd be better if it wasn't for that drunk guy earlier.

"Yes, I am the publisher of Netherwood."

And what I heard was the native speaking English.

*

A few hours before Namgyeom answered the phone, he was at the bookstore.

Kelly Coin Collection. He picked up a book stacked underneath a big publicity post. It's a selection of many of his writings. There were quite a few famous books. Many people have probably heard the title of this book. even if you haven't read it.

He passed through there and went inside. I went to the bookshelf separated by writers and found Kelly Coins. As soon as I entered the bookstore, there were more books than four books in the snowy spot. I own three bookshelves by myself. I raised my hand and pulled out a book. It was called Witch Hunt.

Kelly Coin's debut and one of the most inconspicuous books he's ever written. I liked this article the most, not only in many of his books, but also in all of his articles that had not yet been imported.

When I opened the book, his introduction was brief. I see a modifier following him. Freak, villain, troublemaker. Some officials don't like getting involved with him. Kelly Coin sighs, like it or not. It was a bouncy thing.

The writing by such a person was strangely beautiful and fantastic. It was like a mixture of fairy tales and reality. Like a thorn in a rose, there was anger in it. He mocks and ridicules the world.

"They say there's a secret to his coffee."

A particular brand of coffee consumed at an addictive level was famous for its eccentric nature. From that point on, I also heard that I entered Korea during a conversation with Seogwang. I put the book back where I found it and moved on.

As I left the bookstore, I often heard the name of coincidence and eternity. Whenever I do that, I go a little deeper, but now I get used to it and walk right in front of them.

"The language of God is more interesting."

"It's because I can't read the sound of crying."

I passed by two women having such a conversation as a joke. Nothing happens. They did not realize that it was a coincidence and an eternity that passed by them.

After leaving the bookstore, I saw a coffee chain across the street. Harphia decorating a glass window. It was the logo of the coffee shop that Kelly Coin loved.

Harphia is a mythical monster. There were many theories about her, but it was often known as having the upper half of a woman and the lower half of a bird. Harpies harass a lot of travelers because they are mean and rude, but in mythology, they warn us never to kill Harpies.

The founder of the coffee shop said he liked it and decided it to be a logo. He said he would never die as long as he had the name Harphia. I don't know if it's because of the name, but in fact, Harphia was not a bad choice because it is a coffee chain that is recognized in the sporting world. and Kelly Coin.

When it just opened, there were a lot of people standing in line. As always, the heat soon subsided. He opened a door painted with Harphia. Maybe if Kelly Coin came to Korea first. He took a step there.

"Delicious."

It was an Americano with a bitter but pungent aroma. He came out of the store with coffee in his hand. There was an artificial lake in front of me. The ducks are floating.

Located on a nearby university campus, it was stretched with a constant spacing of benches towards the lake. Next to her, an old lady who looked like she had finished shopping sat with her luggage. There were a lot of people like her because there were malls right across the street from the university. Next to him was a college student holding a laptop and doing homework.

You hear the sound of a crocodile from a distance. It seemed like a college club. There is a constant rhythm. It was a familiar rhythm for Koreans. My grandmother's head moved to the music. In the unseen, it seemed like someone was turning the mother.

I drank coffee. A duck or a goose was circling the edge of the lake. It was a peaceful time.

"Shit, this fucking phone."

I heard a loud voice between the trees. He sounded very angry. It sounds far from this peaceful street. He turns around.

"I can't believe you squealed like that once."

It was clear to him that he was mumbling in his mouth. His face was blinded. A familiar face. I knew him. I was watching it until a little while ago. Freak, villain, troublemaker.

Kelly Coin appeared before my eyes. The chimes sound. You hear a loud shout from a distance.

"It's noisy everywhere on this planet. Earth sucks."

Spread the curse on a planetary level. Kelly Coin was clear.

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