Great Novelist

“Then everyone has decided to participate. It's a literary magazine. ”

“Yes!”

Belief in the decision of the section responded with a cup. The West said.

“Then let's decide what mood we're going in. Is there such a thing as a magazine? Just be free?”

“Oh, but didn't you ask me to make you feel like our doorman? Writing on a common topic would also be fun. What do you think, sis?”

The section thought for a moment, but not for long.

“Yes, you can write freely at any time. Let's go special. Instead, the type of writing is free to choose. Essentials, novels, poetry, criticism, translation. Anything.”

“Good.”

“Now, what do you make of that topic? What do you recommend? I wanted to use it as usual. ”

This is a common topic. Which topics are most appropriate for this meeting? Everyone was thinking about it, but the worker raised his hand. He was now enjoying it together.

“Should we assign things or something? Violins. We often have classes like that. ”

“That's okay. ”

The section nods with a middle look. It doesn't come close. Compliance commented.

“What about the test subjects? ”

“That's okay, too. ”

The reaction of the section was the same again. The calculation was a quiet tilt of the wine glass. Best said.

“Love, indeed. ”

“That's too good for you. I'm a novelist. ”

“That's right, then I'm deduced! Detective! We're talking about a maze case. ”

On the strong opposition to faith, the best frowned.

“Love is a universal topic. An element you can't fall in love with. ”

“I admit it in that sense, but it's still against equity as long as you have the best man. ”

“Exactly. Brothers in arms.”

The best still looked untoward, but I accepted his opinion. Afterwards, several opinions were made, but they were not easily determined. Hearing everyone's opinions, the section the bear was thinking of opened up.

“Death.”

The writers responded sensitively to the stimulating words.

“Death.”

“Death.”

“Another thing you can't miss about art. ”

With love, the best whispered in a small way.

“It's not a particularly favorable topic for anyone. ”

“There are many stories that come to mind. ”

“I can feel it. ”

“That's the most interesting thing you've ever seen. ”

Everyone nods.

“Good.”

Calculation opened its mouth. It's the first positive. Death was certainly one of the most frequently consumed topics in art, and many novelists wrote it down. There's no such thing as a death writer here, so it's pretty fair. But...

“Death. ”

Maybe the only writer alive after he died is himself. He couldn't say it out loud.

“I like it, too. ”

The section said with an anticipated look to see if they liked the determined elements.

“I wonder if this is a special literary institution. ”

“Too bad it's small. You're not gonna publish, are you? ”

“Let's be safe. We can't just do whatever we want with our profits, right? ”

The section and comradeship began to talk about realistic issues. He drank a sip of Coke. I saw writers thinking about what I should write already. When I was trying to figure out how to use it, I met my eyes.

“Novel, again? ”

He shrugs.

“I don't know.”

“Sister, he has a translation. ”

A pint of beer is gripped in his hand.

“I'm sure you'll write a great review or a great essay. ”

Dongil added. He did not deny it. Because they're right. The authors' eyes were accurate. He was able to translate, compile and criticize. I could use it. The book has written more kinds of writings than I thought.

“You must be a novel, right? ”

“Yes, I like novels the best. ”

He went into the mountains to write a novel. Add affection and obsession with novels, and it won't be less.

“I love novels, too. ”

As long as the topic was death, I also wanted to be solved as a novel. It was not common to post in magazines like these novelists. It's a novel, just like she said.

The west murmurs small.

“Then I'll have a novel too. ”

“I've always been the hope of novels. ”

“Me, too."

He smiled at the curious words. I didn't intend to back down either. At that time, Junsu who was thinking about it asked.

“Do I have to use only one side? ”

“No way. ”

“Then I'll write a novel and a poem. ”

“I'm just happy with a novel. ”

Junsu and Crescent were also quite clear. Faith also raised her hand and said.

“I'm a novel! ”

“I'm attracted to novels too. ”

He counted. According to what has been said so far, it is a poem in nine novels. I accidentally became a literary magazine based on creative novels.

“Are they all fiction after all? ”

“That's not bad, is it? ”

At the end of the section, he nodded softly. Not bad. It's all about death. It was worth collecting.

“You look confident. ”

Compliance was small. I did not deny it again.

“Yes, I have a little friendship with death. ”

“Huh?"

“What's the youngest one saying? ”

“Mr. Choi. There is no order to go. ”

“What? I just felt a thorn in the sentence. ”

“I was mistaken.”

The section looked at him, ignoring the best and the path of a small snarl.

“By the way, did you describe her death quite directly in the sound of crying? It was a short shot, but it weighed that much. ”

“Thank you."

“Is this a good topic for coincidence? ”

As she narrows her eyes, the faith beside her shakes.

“Oh, that's not true, sister. You and I have written quite a lot about the death scenes. And so do other writers. ”

“Who doesn't know that? It just doesn't seem like he's secretly confident by accident. ”

That was the coincidence she judged. When the section was restrained with a light tone, he shook his hands lightly.

“Just be careful, he's bluffing. ”

“Okay. You're a cautious person. ”

A decisive tone. His companion smiles and looks at the horse.

“A foolish writer who's careless about coincidences isn't here. I don't know if it's Choi. ”

“I'm not careless. I'm just confident. ”

“Look at this. ”

Faith said, sipping beer at once.

“It's also a coincidence not to be careless. I have a sister, I have a lot of writers! ”

“By the way, Junpyo is amazed at the rhetoric of sentences, right? ”

The clerk said. Junsu also received his word.

“Only you. ”

“Unlike Junsu, my comrade specializes in hard sentences. ”

“It's clean and calculating. ”

“He writes with such depressing taste as his impressions. ”

“Don't tell me you're depressed. ”

A small protest of friendship was ignored.

“Even Choi is like this, but the writing is serious and full of love. I put my hands up for her horrifying stories. He may not have faith in his reasoning, but he admits to making nervous appearances. Needless to say, she is the waist of the Korean paragraphs. ”

“Yes.”

Unlike other writers who are impressed by compliments, insults, or confusion, calculations acknowledged their position in a straight answer. When it comes to writing, he was neither conceited nor humble. The gaze of the West finally caught on the coincidence.

“Isn't it a coincidence that you're a small genius novelist? ”

It was not reasonable to say that. He raised his hands.

“Take care of it. ”

At that time, I violently lowered my cup and cried out for faith.

“I'm already moved by the death of the writers here! ”

“I've been meaning to ask, is she drunk? ”

“No way. I could use a few beers. ”

“I keep thinking about her. ”

The best and brightest said. I poured the remaining beer into my mouth and ordered the next one right away. It was an admirable amount of alcohol. I felt like drinking three glasses while drinking another person's drink. Seeing him, he smiled and said, believing in what he had mistaken for.

“Do you want to drink a writer by any chance? ”

“No, I'm good. ”

“Oh, it's okay. Curious teenagers can do that. ”

He realized that denial was futile.

“Can I get you a drink? ”

The section slaps her back as she shakes her new cup of faith.

“Lure.”

He clearly saw the best who tried to encourage drinking by his side.

“Coincidental writer. Alcohol is for parents to learn. ”

“Yes, I didn't really want to drink it. ”

“Yes. That's right. ”

He drank cola as if to see. Comradeship and obedience smiled satisfactorily. This meeting seems to have a reasonable ratio of good adults and bad adults.

“How do I write an editorial review? You want me to put in a brothel or something? ”

“There's a way to make it look like a monologue, right? ”

“Yeah. What could be better? ”

The faces of the writers who were still talking about the literary magazine change-over, the old school, were bright. It was fun to anticipate and paint the future.

“Oh, I need a title. What do you call it? Death representing a subject? ”

“That's the most basic of all. It's simple.”

“But isn't it too ominous for Chang Jia's name? ”

“That's right. I think something will end in a crisis. ”

“There are many famous literary institutions that have been finished with window-sharing. ”

“Well, we're just getting started, but we shouldn't be looking at the last one. ”

He said the title that passes through his mind.

“End and start. ”

“Huh?"

“What about the end and the beginning? There is no guarantee that death will be complete. ”

“It's okay, it's okay. ”

The faith responded vigorously. The acid nods quietly. She had a face that said it didn't matter what the title was. The section said after much deliberation.

“Let's start with the end first. If a better title comes up later, change it. ”

Then the door opened. Where the writers' gaze was drawn, there was a Song woman. I came to say hello because I have more time in the shop. All the writers welcomed her.

“Ms. Song, the food is really good again today! ”

Of course, the most exciting thing was faith. Song thanked her with a smile like a baby bear.

“Not enough booze? I'll get you more.”

“That's Lady Song. ”

Song, greeting one by one, looks happy to see the calculations.

“It's been a long time since I've seen him. How's life on the mountain? ”

“Yes, it's delicious after a long time. ”

“Now that you're down here, get your strength back. Writers should have the strength. ”

“Thank you."

The calculation bows slightly. Song's gaze soon turned to her.

“It's been a while for me too. I like hanging out with writers. Are you guys good? If you're bothering me, tell me.”

“Oh, Ms. Song, are we going to do that? ”

I said it proudly. I seem to have completely forgotten what I was trying to pour for you a moment ago.

They gather at the end (4)

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