Great Novelist

Students who were seriously looking at their laptops where many passed by were enough to attract people's curiosity. However, modern curiosity did not last as long as it always did. They had a lot to do. babysitting, walking the dog, fishing, riding the bike.

Turn the shear. He decided not to mind.

This laptop was purchased because it wanted to write while looking at the river water. I bought it for one reason only. An empty manuscript was floating on the screen. I focused. From now on, the writing was short. The theme was death. He experienced it once, and everyone will experience it. In other words, everyone

I could empathize.

Love and death have not been consumed by artists for nothing. People are terrified in front of death, shaken in front of love. The river flows. You can't breathe in there. It's powerless in there. I thought vaguely. I want to write like that.

You move your hand slowly. The passing man's gaze flashed across the screen. I was not worried about the content being leaked. From now on, the language to be written was not Korean. It is definitely a language that no one else can read but himself.

What kind of writing can you write once you've died? I don't know what the words will say at my fingertips yet. I couldn't see beyond it like death.

He did not oppose this feeling. The evidence was that there was no pen and paper next to him. There were no pre-arranged routes or arrivals. I engraved letters thinking only of death on an empty manuscript. Then what will it say? I don't know, the death you experienced and the most.

It's gonna be a tough one.

That situation, that feeling. The memory, explicitly, unequivocally. So it had to be quick. Short and strong, I suppressed it with reason so I wouldn't go too far out.

“Ha.”

The wet hand pushes back and the dry hand grabs the leg. I really felt like dying to write in that intermediate and uncomfortable situation. The river flows. It never stops flowing. The path of water, which I did not know where to reach, roared vigorously. He's the one who killed himself.

It was an unthinkable appearance. It is peaceful and beautiful.

I wrote down why I had to die. No answer. The river flows. I just wrote as it is.

“I'm hungry.”

It was after dark that he stopped his hand. I ran out of battery on my laptop, so I went into a nearby cafe to recharge and came out again and repeatedly wrote. All I had was coffee from the cafe. I get anxiety about being like Kelly Coin all the time.

I picked up one of the many flyers I received when I came in and ordered a shoe. A wonderful.Someone is always working.

The scene was delivered quickly and he also inhaled it quickly. When I was scared, I saw a ridiculous laugh. I don't know what I'm doing. Writing makes people suck. Meanwhile, it's delicious.

As the sun was setting, the landscape of the Han River was completely changed. I was alone, and I saw no more babies or dogs. Bikes were speeding faster and people didn't show curiosity. Maybe if we move a little bit, we'll see the city at night like it's day, but we want to.

did not.

I saw a river turn black. Black. I remember the calculation. The black dress she was wearing. And death. And then I realized it wasn't the river of daylight that swallowed me, it was this one I was looking at. He falls into the unseen black water.

I looked at the letters filled in the manuscript. I had to erase it. This isn't it. I pressed the keyboard with one finger. The letters were erased. I have erased more than half of the articles I have written so far. Too bad. Too bad. This is crazy. The starving writing flew into the air. But I had to.

C. It wasn't what I wanted. You can write better than that.

The Black River shines with countless lives in it. He couldn't get used to it. I did not become like many of the living in it. A foreigner. A loser. I was an adaptor.

I wrote down why I had to die. This time I heard the answer. The river flows. I just write as is.

It was different from then. It was different from the one before death who could not carry the sentence I wanted to use with my hands shaken drunk. I remembered new people I had met so far. Among them, there was a young sister who was grieving for her brother's death. A story that flowed silently when it mixed its existence.

There was a change in. It feels good.

He took out his notebook and examined it. No matter how much I looked, I couldn't find it. There were no stories about her. It wasn't here. It was at home. The story of the two was in a pile of manuscripts that were blown away by the wind.

“Oh, really. ”

He got up from his seat in a hurry. I bought a laptop. I bought a notebook. Now he was able to keep his composure again. Though her vision was shaking and her laptop in her arms was heavy, her breath was not very full, but she also changed a lot since then.

I realized.

I'll go home and write again. I will poke at the manuscript with trembling hands and find the story I want to write to revive my feelings. I got greedy. I wanted to beat them. I wanted to use it best. I wanted to write better than anyone else. I wanted to impress them and shake their hearts.

They were greedy to put down when I grabbed the pen. So let's get greedy now.

The best-selling authors are gathering to see if it's literary! Including coincidence. Accidental friendship with writers.

Incidentally, a member of the Literature Club? Literature school or publication.

Who are members of literary clubs such as accidental writers? Including a faithful writer who wrote about coincidence as a motive.

Korea's leading romantic novelist was the best and most fortuitously friendly group.

What is literary cognition? Let's see if it's Korea's first literary cognition. It goes back to 1919.

He is also from the same club as Yoon Sang-soo, the author of the recent South Korean paragraphs. A group of giants. Why they are expected to be literary enthusiasts.

Many of the students of the White Ledger writer also attended. The writer who tried to train his subordinates finally sees the light.

Check out best-selling authors, such as the section section, the reception, and the highway. Since when do they know what a coincidence is? Capturing the situation in the interview.

I'm already looking forward to literature. A collection of contemporary struggling writers. A chain of readers' doors.

Are Koreans who don't read anymore? A heyday after a crisis. There was a coincidence at the heart.

Literature or coincidence? Publication officials also pay attention. Will it be a coincidence that we can survive among our elders?

The 1st place that was taken away from you by the calculation. Can we take it back? How did the writer react?

“Who is it?”

On the phone call from the section, Ahjussi asked. Whose mouth did the club work fall from? Who made the world so noisy? Who is the culprit who got so many phone calls that he couldn't write? There were many suspects. Of course, of course.

He knew better than anyone that he was there, but he didn't do it himself.

A deep sigh comes from beyond the phone.

“He's our mystery novelist. ”

He laughed in vain. She seems talented at making things big.

“You have a record. ”

Faith also mentioned coincidence in the interview when it created a person who resembled coincidence. Thanks to that, I even did the coverage myself. What happened this time?

“It is the fate of a sad human being to repeat the same mistake. ”

The section spoke in a detached voice. It will be after they have already inflicted retribution. He asked for a clumsy sound.

“You must be busy. ”

“You may live a quiet life, but we're getting a lot of inquiries. From readers and publishers.”

Like she said, he relaxed his tea and asked.

“So what are you going to do? Leader.”

“We have to go big. ”

The leader said fiercely. I can't wait to see what happens.

“Thanks to you, readers are exploding, even though they're literary enthusiasts. Before the article was even written. ”

“Oh, how can you say it's because of me? ”

“Don't you know how many names are mentioned in the article? ”

“I'm sorry. ”

He admitted that many coincidences are true.

“Well, as long as it's a big one, this one's grateful. ”

The name coincidence was a great way of promoting it. When she came to think of it now, she said that it was foolish of us to carry the name coincidence and only enjoy ourselves.

“I intend to sell it. The proceeds from that are a full donation. ”

If there are any objections, Lord Ahjussi told the section to do so.

“There's no way. I agree.”

“Then let's put aside your light-hearted thoughts. Write something that will be published in the world. You don't have to tell me, do you? ”

I didn't even have that idea in the first place. All other writers will.

“Of course. It's getting more interesting. ”

“That's a different coincidence. He was crying his eyes out. ”

“Brother Keung is very strict. ”

His depressed face was painted in his head easily without having to see it.

“You like Writer Choi, right? ”

“I like it. It's my chance to get more attention. ”

“What about you, Judge? ”

“He's always in the grave. It's not that affected by the situation. ”

“Somehow. ”

She said something about faith.

“Ah, if you want to inflict retribution on faith, come to my office now. ”

“Retribution, I don't mind. ”

“Really? Um and An are on their way right now. ”

I don't know how much she suffered from comrades and mistresses, but he gave a little comfort to the faith. He said the last time before hanging up the phone.

“I won't be in touch until I've finished writing. I'm going to turn it off. ”

The literary or published content spread and was too disrupted by the outside. I explained the situation roughly, so I was going to turn it off completely.

“Oh, are you going to concentrate? Coincidence?”

“Yes, I will concentrate. ”

No one will interfere anymore.

“The next time we meet will be after we finish writing. ”

You hear a little laugh over the phone.

“Yes. Work hard. ”

She hung up on you one last time. Inside, there was a small battle cry. He turned off the phone and put it in the drawer. Then put your hands on the keyboard. The act connected the moment and the present while looking at the river. On a messy desk.

The emotions that had been written down immediately after meeting the two of them were laid out neatly.

For a long time after that, all he could hear was the keyboard.

End of short novel

lim Han-baek