Great Novelist

The three of them started running. The speeds were all the same. It was a familiar road, but as the numbers increased, it felt different than usual. The velocity doesn't seem to beat to match each other. The trees passing by were clothed. After a brief silence, Baron opens his mouth.

“I heard you write. ”

“Yes, I do. ”

The inscription gave a clear answer.

“You're not the doorman? ”

I said, "Yeah, I don't have a handwriting at school. ”

“Hmm."

And then the conversation was over. The meeting of the two people who were not sociable was more powerful than what he had expected. The sound of breathing continues. This time the scroll opens its mouth.

“Congratulations on graduating. ”

“Thank you.”

And then the conversation was over. He, who watches the situation in the middle, swallows a smile to protrude. Both of them had separate logs. Eventually, Australia slowly unraveled.

“How's your writing going lately? ”

“Fair enough. The more I use it, the less I see. ”

The scroll followed the story diligently.

“You still go to the bank? ”

“I'm going. I'm going until I write it all down. I've been going to banks in other neighborhoods lately. There's a difference, even if it looks like it. ”

He told me a story about the bank. Baron asked why he went to the bank in time, and the scroll spoke kindly and in detail. The story went on for quite a long time. A little awkwardness followed, but it was better than before. He remains still.

went in as soon as the two people's stories were cut off, and repeatedly connected and backed off. We didn't seem to have a bad impression of each other.

“Then I have a consultation about tuition fees. ”

“No, I don't know yet. ”

When Baron heard the detailed story of the scroll, he came to treat him as an advisor. When I heard about the Bible, I couldn't help but want to ask him about money.

That's when I always got to the place where I was competing with scribbles. He took a quick look at Baron. I remember the running skills shown in the book of scriptures. It's hard to win. I decided to keep my mouth shut and pass by.

“Compete.”

Had it not been for the brave words of the Bible, it would have been so. He sighed.

“You're fast. ”

I warn you, but the scroll nods. Baron was already exposed to the white teeth.

“It's cold today, so let's just keep up the pace. ”

He dried again. But the two logs were already on fire.

“I'll write my name on the last butt. ”

“It's childish, Frank. ”

“Very well. Let's go. ”

The world is always on multiple sides. The match that started was a close fight until midway through. But soon Barron began to move on. The contest was finally over by a slippery pencil, stepping on a patch of ice, trying to catch up with him. As soon as I took a breath, the scroll said.

“My butt hurts. ”

You rub your glutes with your hands. There was no sign of shame on his face. Only an innocent ice sheet was broken without cause.

“That's funny.”

Baron mutters as he pulls out a warm drink.

“I'll drink to that. Brother.”

“Come.”

The three of them sat down, breathing side by side. After a while, I thought about getting up before I got cold sweat. Then the scroll opened its mouth.

“This time, Yoo Geun-woo won the Liberal Arts Award. ”

“Oh, right. I read the article.”

I texted to congratulate him. His voice was trembling. The man who put himself into regret was finally acknowledged. I quite like his writing.

“Now the literary news is coming in succession. ”

He thought about the murmur of the scroll. I heard that his work was nominated for heterosexual literature.

“Coincidence will be rewarded this year. Literature prizes are more about fragments. ”

“Well, yeah. ”

“The river was really great. ”

Baron meets the eye. He smiled softly. Baron turned his gaze while drinking his drink. At the sound of the scripture soon heard, the three of them headed to a nearby soup restaurant.

*

“Ha.”

The professor sighed deeply as he looked at the scenery passing by in the taxi. Rational Literature Award. A survey of writers found that it was considered one of the most prestigious awards for Korean literature. The short part of the year's publication will be screened.

He was elected as the main judge of heterosexual literature this year. Wherever he is headed in a taxi, there are works surviving the qualification of the Rational Literature Operations Committee.

The professor knew what works survived. I received a list from the Operations Committee. All the articles in one magazine have been reviewed. The first thing I saw on those lists was a sigh.

“Turn left.”

Voices from the navigation have been conveyed on the heater. It was not surprising because I expected results somewhere in my mind. The judgement of heterosexual literature also affects the subscribers of magazines. That is, it reflects the popularity of the public. Besides, you're the magazine.

I have read the end and the beginning. There was nothing left to write about. He was the one who caused the boom of literary magazines that are currently being poured into bookstores.

I took out the paper in the briefcase. Writers Yoon Sang-seok and Natsu, the best writers and choreographers, and Kang-gil writers have already been subjected to special award screening because they have previously been subjected to rational literature.

Bonjoong writer, pursuit writer, Yoo Geun-woo writer, and accidental writer remained at the screening screening headlines with other writers. Both prizes are awarded to only one person.

These authors, who were both criticized and criticized at the same time, released abilities and potential for some reason. In the same literary magazine. It's a special prize and it's a target, and I wonder if there's another year that's harder to judge. Virtually no work won an award was unusual.

“Phew.”

A sigh popped out of my mouth like a habit. Usually I could get excited about this phenomenon, but the only judges who had to rank there could not get their happiness. In my slumber, I concealed that superiority.

“Ha.”

Tiredness hangs over the edge of his eyes, shining through the cab window. Since I haven't slept since last night, it was a natural result.

In fact, there was a lot of talk at the conference about the literary awards that were held in the country. There were many literary awards that were unfair and there were many that were suspected of authority. Among the long-standing literature, there was a time when the unique judging standards to be kept were obscured and thus controversial. The feet of literature

It was like hurting the authenticity of literature to become an award that had to be contributed before. Artwork that should not be awarded is awarded, and artwork that really should be awarded is not awarded. Politically praising someone is unconditionally rewarded, and works that are not even screened

C. The impact increases associations that reject awards and result in no winning works this year. There were very few literary awards that kept their original intentions and traditions.

The Rational Literature Award was a literary award that was included in the minority. And I saw the literary review myself. My shoulders are heavier. I couldn't help but sigh. I searched the list of remaining works on the mainline. Writer Yoo Geun-woo, Writer of Faith, Writer Kang Dong-gil, Writer Ahn Sung-woo, Writer Nam-su,

Top Writers, Bonjoong writers, Yoon Sang-chul writers, and accidental writers.

Although Yoo Geun-woo is the youngest, in this short period, he has succeeded in exploiting his strengths. His writing is like a sad movie that sometimes comes to mind. In that mood, his work is the best. I was going up and down in the mouths of many people, winning this Tokyo Literature Award.

If he is a writer of belief, he is usually a good writer. In this work, however, I have kept the balance between literature and literature. Authentic personality, compelling story. There's the subject of death. It's readable.

The writing of the author is hard-boiled. Hardest, most emotionless at the end and the beginning. The professor's usual taste was this way. Objective sentences increase the imagination of readers. Perhaps his writings are the ones with the deepest emotions.

The writer of the book is quite the opposite of him. Smooth and flexible. Reading warms my mind. Just walk along the railroad he laid down, and there's a feeling. Moreover, the medium-looking fresh stimuli impress me. Based on his latest addition,

He has evolved. He is writing a deeper story.

In order to read her writing, we have to be on time. Once you've eaten, it's too late. Not even when you're planning to eat something. But I read it. I read it after taking the trouble. The best time is summer night. If the screening took place on a summer night, the ball professor flirts.

You must have taken a hand on her book if you didn't win.

The best writer, also known as the best writer, saw the light with a romance novel. The love he writes reminds me of a puzzle or a genga. I feel like I'm putting pieces together. It feels like building a tower. It spreads and repeats its collapse and becomes stronger and higher. The Author's Poison

The relationship is elegant and elegant with a unique perspective.

The writer Bonjoong was a fashionable figure of importance these days. The sentences he creates make me feel like I am a student of a book writer. A writer who is particularly obsessed with vocabulary. There is nothing to replace the sentence he writes. No wonder this word goes in there.

C. It was awkward to put another word in. There will be no readers who do not know the latest performance award.

“Writer Yoon Sang-chul. ”

This is the name I sent out with a sigh. I swept my neck thinking about what she wrote. Her writing was high in completeness and quality as the first Korean winner. But I don't like it. The professor's personal feelings, but I feel strongly that something is wrong.

There were a number of reasons. Speed that is not like Yoon's writer. Short of a few years. A flow that makes me uncomfortable. Topic.

The subject of ending and beginning literary magazines was death. The author who wrote the piece that best fits the topic.

“Coincidence.”

It was a coincidence. The car stopped. The taxi driver continued to drive in peace as if nothing had gone wrong. The ball professor looked forward for a moment and lowered his window. The wind blew in, but the heater cleared the air. Then the professor sighed.

“Well, are you depressed? ”

The knight suddenly spoke to me. The professor replied with an awkward smile.

“Yes, there's a problem. ”

“Oops.”

The knight immediately begins to tell his story, expressing his regrettable elasticity. The taxi driver explained why he became a taxi driver after the professor responded to him to some degree. The professor continued to worry as he listened from the middle.

Incidentally, he's a genius who's never been pushed back between past straight literature winners and candidates this year. No, it's not enough to say you're not pushed. Accidental writing shook my mind.

After the end and the beginning were published, discussions about accidental writing spread like a fashion among professors. It is a force and a story that cannot come out at his age. It was like a story written by someone who experienced real death. The river makes me wonder what could have happened.

It was a writing. One professor seriously suggested that he might be deceiving a ghost writer or his age. He was drunk and drunk. The drunken professors unleash their vain assumptions one by one. Alien. Alien.

Parents' writings, even publishers. Pick up and present the manuscript that someone discarded, has a magic pen, has a magic piece of paper, a writer from a future where a time machine exists, dopes, the rebirth of Goethe, the rebirth of Da Vinci, when writing instead of music

A little Mozart. A fairy hovering next to him gives a hint, etc.

The professor argued that the time machine was the most rational of them all. It was embarrassing to think about it now.

“Due to bankruptcy during the Great Depression · · · · · · · ·. ”

The taxi driver's story went without a problem. The taxi went down the road without a problem. I arrive at my destination shortly After arriving, the ball professor had to choose. Which of the nine articles in the beginning and end will receive the award? The phone rang, thanks to the taxi driver.

The epic was paused for a while. The same was true of the suffering that continued in the head of the ball professor.

“Yes, Editor. ”

It was one of the Operations Committees. He asked for his location. The professor explained that he was in a taxi. Arriving soon. He hangs up, saying he knows. Looking at the fast-moving landscape, the professor sighed.

The Amazing Walk (1) Ends

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