Great Novelist

A book concert in the Great Depression! Eight writers are asked to die. What do they write about death? End and start.

I did not reveal myself to the end of the coincidence. Some readers are sad, Toro.

Accidentally accepted by calculation, the best fragments at the end and the beginning are coincidental. How did the other writers react?

Authors' answers to questions about coincidence. Uncover the Accidental Identity

The secret of coincidence. How did he write the piece? Tell me why.

Popular writers in one place. Strange neurological warfare in calculation and adherence. Writers arguing the next coincidence.

Writers' assessment of coincidence. express its intensity. A masterpiece of all time.

Accidental studio testified by a faithful writer? How much did he write?

Incidentally not present, in fact, like an audience? Reviews from controversial audiences.

Maybe they were at a book concert together. A hint from eight writers during the concession? Incidental attendance?

Possibility to participate as an audience. Writers' answers are open. By any chance, next to me?

I had a student next to me. It would be amazing if it were a coincidence.

Grandpa was sitting next to me. Hopeless.

Maybe that's the secret to coincidence.

She was sitting next to my grandmother.

I would have told you not to talk nonsense if you were normal, but this time, I doubted it too. That wasn't for an 18-year-old.

I think I really empathize with everyone who has read it. Coincidence has already crossed the level of youth.

No, she happened to be 18. I had just forgotten. I'm on my 20th episode, and it's still creepy. I'm not a thriller. Why are you doing this?

I went to a book concert and heard the interpretation of the author, and they said that the river means our society. His death is the death that will come to us.

What do you mean, coincidence is the best article in the book?

b. Correct.

I think you're driving too hard. Did the math writer do any good? I'm impressed by how quickly the calculation came up with the next article.

But the content felt a little bloated. Do you feel any less empathetic than by chance?

There's a guy in the literature who doesn't even know how to write.

It's just a personal emotion. Why are you so upset?

Yes. In that sense, everyone has been writing for more than 10 years, but all the articles in the book are more than basic.

Incidentally situated reasonably in between.

b. He also acknowledged the writer.

If the text is evaluated in the oldest order, it's a coincidence down there. It has nothing to do with the years.

What's all the fuss about? This is what happens when you evaluate it by chance. There's a reason there's no such thing as music in the literary world. Coincidence is a real coincidence. It's not a coincidence that everyone doubts their age.

I don't need to write. I just read it and it's the best stuff. I'm a coincidence.

What a coincidence.

b. Incidentally add a vote.

No matter what you write in the future, you can't cross the river.

He was sitting under a lantern tree looking at the playground. During the free time exercise, my children were dressed in gymnastics clothes and their horns were scattered. It was full of students playing football, playing hide and seek, or playing basketball.

“They're dizzy, too. ”

I muttered something distant from the exercise. Even though he couldn't bring a book with him during gym hours, he was twisting his legs and twisting his chin, looking at the eager students going down to the playground every time he had time.

“How much time do you have to rest? You're out on the playground with your balls in between. You eat lunch really fast, and then you play soccer the rest of the time, right? They're like kids coming to school to run around the playground. ”

I was looking at a completely different person from myself. He laughed and said.

“That's what they said when they saw you. He's so dizzy. ”

“When?”

“When you read a book. ”

More specifically.

“I watched you take out your book, read at lunch, put a book of literature between textbooks during class. Is he going to school to read? ”

“Rude bastards. ”

“That's right."

I don't know if you know it's spitting in my face. He simply agreed with boldly.

“Are those freshmen? ”

Seogwang turned his head and asked. There was a group of first-graders who, as West said, had first-grade PE teachers, but he gave first-graders a free period of time after just exercising. Most of them were conversing in groups in the corner.

It was because of the seniors occupying the playground.

“Isn't that a jewel? ”

Australia has found a gem protruding from the group. He was approaching the lantern tree, piercing a crowded group of seniors through soccer, basketball, and furball. Her short hair flies busy.

“That's right. Jewels. ”

“They're coming for us, right? ”

There was no need to answer. She's already arrived. A quick sprint, she stops in front of the Lord and bows.

“Hello, sunbaes. ”

She speaks boldly. There was some sand on her knees. You let me know, and I yanked his knee with a rough hand. Sitting next to Seogwang, she suddenly asked him.

“You're a genius, right? ”

He turns his head to look at the other side of the bar without thinking. What I saw was the back of the Western head.

“How stupid is this guy? Your language scores will freak you out. ”

Seogwang said as if he was going to break his delusion. He remembered his grades and could not say that he was not. The gem shakes its head.

“It's not like that. If Joo-ho says he's a genius, there's only one field left. ”

That's a little harsh. The jewel asked without hesitation.

“So you're a genius, right? ”

He answered that simple question with a question.

“If I say I'm a genius, I'm a genius? ”

“Uh, I don't know. So, what happens to geniuses? ”

The gem blinks. Seogwang looked frustrated to see his successor.

“I just feel it. Oh, he's a genius. He's an idiot. ”

It is neither a certification of genius nor a national accreditation. I just feel it as the West says. Subjective, the jewel takes a moment to think about why it brought up this topic.

“I'm talking to my friends. It talked about college and career paths. because somehow talent, effort, redirected this way. ”

“It's common. ”

“That's when I think of you. because I thought the author was a genius. ”

Jewels and snow meet.

“I thought you were the first genius I'd ever seen. ”

“· · · · · · · Yeah? ”

“But the passing standards are slower than I thought. There may be more geniuses in the world than I thought. ”

Seogwang shakes his head at him. I felt sorry for the unknown.

“There is no stricter and more annoying pass standard than subjective. You can't just forget your pride and not be impressive enough. ”

“What are you talking about? ”

“If there are more geniuses in the world than you think, how come you've only seen this guy for over a decade? It's a sign that some people aren't gonna be treated like geniuses. ”

The gem blinks. The gem reminds me of the first time I read a coincidence. It was an admiration that came before pride and symbolism.

“At least I am. My eyes are tall. ”

Seogwang finished speaking like that. If you look at the volume of books he has read so far, he has high eyes but no words.

“I admit it."

She was honest. Being honest with herself was a big weapon. In her answer, he thought. She will write a good article. The jewel asked again.

“Do you think you're a genius? ”

It's a well-corrected question. He saw students washing their clothes with sweat while running around the playground.

“I'm not much. ”

“Ah.”

“That's a lame answer. ”

Seogwang and jewelry said at the same time. Gems changed the subject of the question. Look at the light.

“Do you think he's a genius? ”

He looked at the western lights. Again, all I could see was the back of my head. The back of my head replied.

“Not yet.”

“Not yet?”

The gem bites back. The back of your head nods.

“I still think you're a genius. I can't think of anything else to say about this guy. in the field.”

“Not one day? Is it possible to be disqualified? Like a fallen genius? ”

2A). The palm of my hand flinched. A bold voice flowed from the back of my head.

“We'll see about that. ”

The jewel lowers its head as if it had been briefly understood, then becomes a curious expression.

“Is there a genius up there? What's the opposite of a crash? ”

Seogwang snorted. He quietly listened to the conversation.

“Next and Nabal. What else? Words don't have numbers. ”

Instead, I have the sensation that the word holds. It has shape, sound, smell, taste and texture. So I go a little deeper into people. A little bigger than a genius, a little older. A little wiser, a little more respectful.

“I don't know. ”

“I have to write more. ”

He pretended to be a slob. Someone thinks he's a coincidence. I was aware of the evaluation of the fragments made by readers. The best articles written by chance. At the same time, I said this. Coincidental talent shows an end. The best masterpiece. I can write better than this.

There were those who said there would be no nuance. I saw their tender emotions, hoping for the accidental fall to begin.

I was reminded of when I met Nam-Kyung a while ago. He also let go of his worries. The next article tried to console himself from something, saying that he could write slowly over time. Roses did. Butterflies did. Other writers won't say it, but they will feel the same way. Do you think it's a coincidence? vs.

I don't think it will be hard for me to write without a book and find out later. Is it okay for a young novelist to jump over it?

I was okay, whether it was sad or fortunate. I don't know if it's a good article. I couldn't sleep for a week after I wrote to the section. I knew that I couldn't reach the word. Maybe you write better than you do now.

3A.

“Me, too."

Seogwang and the jewels saw themselves.

“I should write more too. ”

The two people's expressions changed dramatically for a moment, but he didn't care. There are two men hanging from the bars across the street. The PE teacher was half-asleep, sitting on a chair in the classroom that I didn't know where he was taken from. A fight without judgment.

“Yes. Only dying around you. If you look at me, we're worried. ”

“You're amazing. It's like a cloud on top of a genius. ”

“Didn't you say you look like shit from the clouds last time? ”

“I did.”

The three men come out from under the thornbush.

Reverse end of fall

lim Han-baek