Great Novelist

“What? You haven't done any of them? ”

“Yes.”

The twins looked surprised. His master who wrote the sand couldn't finish a single book. Others used to follow two orders of magnitude.

“Talent · · · · · · · · ·. ”

The ball muttered without my knowledge. Sunhwa and Spring were desperate. But I couldn't write as much as sand. It was natural for the twins who read all the books in the library to come up with such thoughts.

“If you want to call me a genius, fine. ”

He replied confidently. With a dry tone, the public notices. He waved and reassured her.

“I'm me no matter what you call me. ”

I purposely spit it out in a light tone. Write. He remembers the piles of manuscripts occupying the room. Unsatisfactory letters were filling the space without cause. A stack of failed works to write a book. The suffocating interior is fortunately invisible from the outside.

“Something tells me you're a real writer. ”

The twins saw such coincidences and said at the same time. And from the next day, questions poured out in fierce force.

“Sir, is this place listing short sentences for immersion? Or did you get into this sentence on your own? ”

He replied with moxibustion.

“Maybe both. ”

“Are you consciously writing that she wasn't alone in the first place? ”

The question quickly followed.

“Well, yes. ”

“Sunbae, did she portray the school as an indication of its advancement? ”

“I think so. ”

“Why isn't she saying anything? ”

“Horses disappear in an instant. It's what she fears the most. ”

In terms of the quality and quantity of the questions, the arm was desperate. It was very fresh to be asked questions by someone who wrote about themselves. And I felt overwhelmed by the stuttering of his writings.

“Sunbae.”

A similar but slightly thinner voice called out to me. There was one more. The ball raises questions about the river, as if it cannot be defeated by a working man. It was impossible to avoid the awkwardness because I couldn't ask the question behind him.

“Maybe it's a coincidence, actually. ”

It was a heartbreaking question. He asked.

“Why do you think that is? ”

“I keep feeling desperate. ”

“What's wrong with you?”

“Time.”

The ball was serious.

“All I can feel when I'm desperate is the feeling that I can't believe someone who's only two years old wrote this. ”

“· · · · · · · The text of the river starts with the subject. ”

He looks at the river beneath her arm. There was a line of printed letters.

“Haven't you seen the interview? You told me your own age. ”

His arms disagree at his side. The ball looked odd, but received it quietly.

“I know. He's very pure where the boy comes from. Like the coincidence in the bird trail. But the rest is just like you. ”

In the river comes a boy who walks the path holding his sister's hand. In fact, he created a motive for his brother who died of leukemia. The ball lets out a small sigh. There was a blockage in it.

“I don't know about coincidence. ”

“I'm sure it's my first time writing. ”

He smiled lightly. The universal gaze disappeared after a long stay in his face.

“Sunbae.”

And then another question followed.

“Why are people born? ”

It was a pretty wild question.

“Through physical love. ”

Seogwang opens his mouth, listening quietly to the twins' conversation with him. I'm not wrong. But it won't be the answer she wants either. If that's the case, she has more knowledge than anyone else in the room.

“Why do you ask? ”

He looked at her lightly. She pondered his question for a moment and looked down.

“I read the river, and I thought maybe that's why it's in death. I've been looking all over for reasons that were only near birth. ”

“That's a narrow view. ”

His arms mutter. The ball looks at his twin brother unwillingly. He asked.

“So what did you do? ”

“I did. But death is no more fun than bolts and nuts. ”

“Phew.”

The jewels shut their mouths and smile. I didn't care about the public service. She goes on as if she's not done talking.

“I'm a little curious because I'm so desperate. Why do people think that people are born who can describe death so vividly? ”

“Hmm."

“I asked him because he has a lot in common with coincidence. ”

Why are people born? Her fundamental curiosity resulted in silence. Even children who knew this subtle situation were waiting for Lord's answer. He tilted his head.

“I don't know.”

Moaning passes, the children who were looking for a special answer twist into nothingness. He twisted his chin and said.

“What do you expect? I'm a student with you guys. I do what humanity has to worry about. ”

“Yes, I did. ”

“I wanted you to uncover the secrets of the world by chance. ”

Seogwang said lightly with a note on the horse. He was looking for an answer as a coincidence. I felt confident that I wouldn't answer "I don't know" by chance.

“You never know. ”

So I added. The public raises their heads. He kindly told her once again.

“You never know. Why people are born. Why live, why die. ”

“Even though you're such a wonderful writer? ”

“Yes.”

“Even though you look like you've died before? ”

“Yes."

“Why? It's a coincidence, too? ”

Even so, there is a closer answer than that.

“Coincidence is writing. ”

“Why is that? ”

The Empire didn't understand. He was a horse.

“Life is what people call to be born and to die in the world. It's the writer's job to observe, think and write stories about life. That's for people who don't know their lives. ”

He pointed to the literary magazine under her arm.

“Did you read them all? ”

“Uh, no. I only read the river properly. ”

“Then go and read them all. Not a single one of them. ”

The public gaze was downward.

“So it's probably just a coincidence. If you ask me why people are born, I won't be able to give you a lame answer. ”

She was silent for a moment. And when he barely opened his mouth, a very impulsive word popped out.

“I want to write. ”

She instinctively knew that another twin brother had the same heart.

“I want to write the right article. ”

“I will. You're the deputy minister. ”

He confidently told her the truth.

*

In one light that was pouring out of the dark room, there was a game screen. It was a world of simple lines and binary characters, even after illustrations or graphics. A game made with RPG Tsukur's game creation tool. Made by a person, not a business or company

My game was Tee Na's screen. Everything was simple. Characters move left, right, up and down to meet different people and carry out the stories as they do what they ask.

I stumbled across this game in the sixth grade of elementary school. The first impression of the Tsukur game was nothing more or less. But the game had a story. The sad story brought the crappy game to life.

You press the direction key, and now you control the character in the order in which you memorized it. His name is Jack. Jack travels on his grandmother's will. Delivering the letter she left was the whole story of the game. The contents of the letter, the identity of the recipient, to meet with him.

Way to go, the reason your grandmother's body was found outside. Every time a question is released, I feel Catarrhea.

“Brother.”

The door opens. Your left arm takes off the headset and looks back. With the light, his twin brother, Gong-il, looks this way. She looks at the computer screen and shakes her head.

“Aren't you sick of it? ”

“No matter how many times you play a masterpiece, you never get tired of it. ”

“It's an old game. ”

“Isn't physical love an old-fashioned act? Homo habilis, maybe even a fossil human being. ”

“Is it like that? Love is emotion."

“There are emotions in the game. ”

Yes, there are stories in the game. There is love. The game begins with a letter of death. As a result of the investigation, she died between 12: 00 and 2: 00 p.m. It was the seventh month. Letter was in the sun.

“This atmosphere is important. This flow of sunlight as sinners. These clues make me think that the sun is a complete darkness. ”

In his speeches, the public face was blatantly bored. His arms spoke, looking at a face similar to mine.

“But the sun was the symbol of her love. Letter was trying to fulfill the promise he had made to meet her. Her life was great. I remember crying on the monitor when I was in sixth grade. I'm still bummed when I see the start page. Two

The truth at the end of time's play is truly a sad and beautiful love story. ”

“Okay, okay, let me borrow the eraser. I lost the eraser. ”

His arms look at her unfaithfully for not knowing the beauty of the game, then point to the bag.

“Take it out. ”

The ball finds the eraser, closes the door as it goes. The room is dark again. I tried to start the game again, but I felt bad about the word "handwriting" left behind by my brother. I thought about it for a while, then familiarized myself with the game and lit the room.

The bag, which the ball broke through, opened its mouth. Inside was a sand egg and a handwriting note. The ball pulls out the book with a careful hand. When I imagine pouring coffee on it, I sweat on my back trunk.

Sand egg. When I first read this book, I became a sixth grade elementary school student. It was similar to the emotions I faced at that time. I saw it in the school library, and it was just an amateur book by the school's literature, and the content was great. I remembered the author of the book. He's a third-grade space shuttle leader. Lord Ahjussi's Gate

The chapter clearly shows complex characters. The moment we read it, we can immediately think of her. I can understand everything she does.

“Ha.”

I still don't know who he is. Despite the sand, if you ask him a question and listen to the answer, it is blurry to turn around. I can't believe he wrote such a great article. Is it true? Well, that's fantastic. A continuum of doubts and admiration.

How did he write this? I have not seen you writing yet. Teacher Moon didn't warn him. The other seniors didn't say anything. There was a time when senior jewellery saw him with slightly anticipated eyes.

“I miss you. ”

The arm squeezes a small, muttering pen.

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