Great Novelist

Faith hurriedly left home, refusing to show him the way to the main road. I didn't forget to say hello to my mother before I went, but she let her go quietly. The shout of cheer that resounded in the alley was clearly a sign of faith.

After she left, he cleaned up the manuscripts in the room. The stories that spread quickly were put together in order. It was a time-consuming task. You close the box properly and place a heavy book on top of the stack of paper. Height of paper

I have a higher tooth.

“What an unusual acquaintance. ”

My mother handed me the car and said, Two glasses. It was hers that went faster than I expected.

“Is that what everyone who writes? ”

“No way.”

“I saw on the air today that Arthur Conan Doyle was a psychic maniac. ”

“I don't know if it's Mania, but she wanted to talk to the soul. ”

“He said he liked fairies. ”

“Well, I believed in fake pictures. ”

He was greatly impressed by the two girls who were later found to be fake in a talk about spirituality, but his achievements were too good to be treated the same.

When I was having the second cup of tea that my mother brought me, the phone rang.

“Did you get the results? ”

As soon as I got the call, the section asked me. He smiled and said, realizing that he was asking for the outcome of the bet.

“Yes.”

“What, whose victory? ”

It's noisy beyond the phone again. It was the voice of the West.

“You went to write. ”

“What does that mean? ”

“Congratulations."

“Aja! Ahem, don't catch her. ”

Victory has always returned to her, yes.

“Congratulations on winning! ”

The door groomsmen's room is filled with the voice of jewelry. The five seniors looked at her in unison. The jewels have set off a firecracker they prepared for themselves. If you buy a cake at a bakery, it's the fireworks that come with it. The sound of loneliness echoes through the cracks. The head of the westernmost sitting

Paper fell over.

“Congratulations, Mr. Barron! ”

She said it again. Baron remains calm, but his squirming mouth is clearly visible in Lord's eyes. Australia also participated in a ceremony celebrating him with a small round of applause.

He recently went to the competition and received a statue. The irony that Moon Ye's first prime minister came from the art department was to just hand it over. After all the commotion, spring muttered.

“I'll have the results next week. I wonder if I can get behind him. ”

She has eyes filled with anticipation and anxiety. Seonhua slapped her on the back violently.

“I'm sure there will be good results. Don't worry.”

“I hope so. I'm nervous.”

“I'll get the fireworks ready. ”

Spring crouches, smiling awkwardly at the burden of the gem's words. The palm of the wire fell back. Seogwang pushes his gorgeously decorated head.

“Yes. Spring wouldn't have to be such a burden if someone hadn't just canceled. ”

“I'm sorry about that. But who hasn't been near the podium? ”

“As a result, both are empty-handed. ”

Seogwang exclaimed, but the Lord listened to him and asked the jewel.

“What do you think? Have you decided where you want to go? ”

“Uh, not yet. ”

“There's no rush. ”

In his shy reply, Lord Ahjussi said. She hesitates a little and opens her mouth.

“I'm thinking about going to the competition you went to last year. ”

“Teen Literature Award Cataract? ”

“Yes.”

It's the first time I've been there with a bible. It was also the first place I met with a compliance writer. He thought for a moment and said.

“Well, it's not a bad competition. Just be careful when you're writing. It's a little tight.”

“Tell me more. ”

“It's nothing. ”

“Still.”

In the end, Lord told me about what comes to mind to the jewellery that keeps bouncing. It's not the journey, the location, the subject you received that day, or the last talk. However, he added that there is nothing wrong with listening to Bonjoong writer's talk. Jewelry is from beginning to end.

I was eager.

“Are you going out? ”

“Yes, I think I can do it. ”

A few days later, the jewellery made a hundred preliminaries and received a missed text. She was depressed for a while, but with the comforts of her elders, she decided to: Spring instead reaches for the gold medallion as she avenges herself, and the fireworks begin again. The Moon Ye's strength improved even better.

Winning queue failed. Over time, the school went on vacation. The crew members, including the jewels, were very sorry, but they never gave up.

“Do you want to come over to my office? ”

I'm shaking. He's in a moving bus. Looking out the fast passing window, I recall the words of the section. The destination was the office of an algebraic writer. Faith has been at work since that day, and after the holidays, she spends her days writing short articles with no themes.

I was.

“What office? ”

The section laughs as if he had heard all the bland questions.

“The office of an algebraic writer. ”

It was a sudden invitation.

“Let's play a board game. ”

It was unnatural.

“In the office?”

“My office says I use it. Who says? ”

She boasted a lot of board games in her office. And the last one was added.

“The game is for three people. ”

“Yes?”

“There's one more attendee. What do you think?”

I realized that was the purpose of this sudden invitation. The section said in a loud voice.

“One of our members. ”

A meeting meant that he was one of the writers who would regularly have dinner with her. A former member of the meeting asked me if I wanted to know in advance that the meeting was coming up soon. He's a member of a meeting he's never met.

There were only two. Calculation and unknown author. I became curious.

“Are you a math writer? ”

“Too bad. The other side. ”

“Who is it?”

“Mr. Choi. ”

Unfortunately, I couldn't immediately understand. It is because there are many writers in Korea and many of them, Choi.

“Can you tell me your name? ”

“Oh, it's no fun to know. ”

“Did you know I was coming? ”

“You know I'm fair. Mr. Choi doesn't know. ”

The section said in a clear voice.

“Let's play together. ”

It was a speech that teased a child. As an active student, I couldn't resist. Eventually, he got on the bus with a bag of apples from the store where he bought the fruit.

The bus stops. That's exactly what the section told me. In a hurry, she steps out in front of the station. I said hello lightly.

“If you hadn't come out, I would have found it myself. ”

“I just came to pick you up while I was taking a walk. What did you buy this for? Just come empty-handed. ”

“It's nothing. ”

She snatches the apology out of Lord Giorgo's hands and leaps forward. He walked slowly afterwards. It was the first neighborhood I had ever seen. There were a lot of company buildings and a lot of people in suits. I walked the landscape counting my eyes.

“Where's your office? ”

“It's a 15-minute walk. ”

“It's not far. ”

“Right? When he first came here, he was in a frenzy. ”

“Looks like it's a hot day. ”

“Sharp.”

It was easy to imagine. It was the same way that I would be frowning next to him.

“My comrade's eyes are popping up automatically. ”

“That's why he's always with me. It's unusual.”

“Maybe it's a good influence on each other. One side is too loose, and the other side is too hard. ”

“I think it's just a narrow relationship. Since they were kids, they went to the same neighborhood, went to the same school and did the same job. We only have each other to play with. ”

“Isn't that what you call best friends? ”

“Do you look like you two are best friends? ”

He remembered two people. The two of them recognized each other. It was clear what I disliked at the same time. They didn't really like each other's writing and were subject to that fact. I don't hesitate to criticize.

“Pretty much.”

The section turned the bag full of apples one big time. Her arms go up and down again.

“I think so, too. ”

After that, I had a nourished conversation. Then I arrived soon, but it was a new building.

“Here. Second floor of this building. ”

I climbed the stairs along the lead section. The surface of the stairs was illuminating.

“Is he inside? ”

“Yeah. Nothing to worry about. Choi is admitting to being a writer by accident. Ta-da.”

The section opened the door and produced a noisy sound. As I went inside, the spacious office appeared. I had a lot of books. And there were a lot of pictures. The amount of photo on the wall was huge.

“This is the conference room, this is the kitchen, this is the workshop. ”

I explained the interior with a rough shake of my hand. He followed her to the kitchen. And there was someone standing at the sink. Seeing his head slightly up, he looks at the cupboard. The cupboard contained a variety of patterns of teacups.

“Ta-da.”

Another soundless voice came from her mouth. He turns around. The eyes meet. You know him. The leading author of romance novels. Famous for unraveling romance with SF or scientific factors. Especially with a unique perspective on love.

The distinctive monsoon was popular. When I didn't think of meeting, I didn't have the right words.

I looked much younger because I was lowering my head, because of my clothing style, or because of my age of humiliation. His eyes turned to the hands of the section before he even said hello. It was an apple bag.

“Sister, no matter how much you give me, I don't eat. ”

“Who's giving it to you? Suck your finger. ”

“I'm going to eat the lunch I packed. I have fruit.”

Like he said, you see a lunchbox on the table. He was part of the group. The more I knew, the bigger the meeting. At the same time, I can see why the power gathers so little.

“Who are you? You don't look like your sister, cousin? ”

“It's a coincidence.”

“What's a coincidence? Did you meet him out front?”

“It's a coincidence.”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Silence passes. His gaze lingers long this time. He rolls his eyes for a moment and salutes.

“Hello, I'm a coincidence writer. ”

I couldn't tell him if it was an unexpected encounter. It was just a very passionate look for people who don't eat what others give. He steps forward and says,

“This is what it looks like. ”

He doesn't care, but the section slaps him on the back. Then he asked for a handshake and introduced himself.

“I'm the best writer. ”

Best Author (1) End

lim Han-baek