Great Novelist

The sand is a fragment. It takes time, but not much time, to transfer it by hand. Just a little more and the end will come. Today's goal was to use it only until the end. You focus and move your hands. I wrote down a sentence. Read one sentence and head

I wrote it down with my hands. I learned his sentence with my own senses. It was a strange feeling to write down his sentence. Only the overwhelming impression that he was very good at writing came into direct contact. It was a story you couldn't write when you died and woke up. The more I write, the more I write.

The deeper you know, the more you realize. Ahjussi is great. It was easy to imagine him becoming a writer.

“Oh, I wrote it wrong. ”

I needed an eraser. An eraser I lent to my twin sister.

“One time! ”

I called her. I didn't hear an answer. It was the same even after several iterations. Eventually, I went outside because I was annoyed. When I entered her room, she was so focused that she was writing coincidentally.

“Hey, give me the eraser. ”

“Take it.”

I collected the eraser because my brother answered me bluntly. I was curious when I saw my brother making fun of my hands. You and coincidence. Which one of you is writing better? Maybe it's a coincidence. Accidentally, he was nominated for a famous, popular and great prize. He's a writer.

C. You have to insist on being a member of the high school literature department. It was ridiculing to compare the coincidence with a normal high school student. But I think about it inadvertently. Sand is such a good story. It was a brilliant article. It was very easy to imagine a man named the space shuttle standing on top of a coincidence.

“What about coincidence? ”

“Good.”

“How much?”

“A lot.”

“More than Lord Ahjussi? ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

The ball stops and raises its head. And I began to seriously consider it. She was one of the readers who had a deep affection for sand.

“What do you think? ”

Eventually, what came out of her mouth was a question, not an answer.

“· · · · · · Jooho sunbae. ”

And I inadvertently asked him his name. The Moon & Song writer writes better than the world writer, coincidentally. A twin with a similar face mutters without another word.

“I want to see you writing, Master Ho. ”

I was right. It's a lot with her.

“When will you use it? ”

No answer, only the author knows. He wasn't here.

“Should I ask him tomorrow? ”

“Yes, you ask. ”

“· · · · · · My brother asks. ”

“Why would I? ”

“You wanted to see me. And you're dying in the sand. ”

“You're the first. You ask him first. ”

“If you ask me once, what's the order of the ending? I'm going.”

“You go. ”

The two of them met the next day without ordering until the end.

*

He was sitting down and reading until the club started. A book recommended by Seogwang not long ago, and it was as interesting as telling his eyes. A book that combines real-life experiences, not novels, in a report format. Psychologists talk about dreams, about what happened with patients.

I was feverish. People suffering from insomnia, people suffering from nightmares, people having visions, people experiencing out-of-body experiences, and other hard to believe stories intersecting reality and reality.

“Hello."

The voice of the twins. Their heads are raised alongside each other.

“Hello.”

“What about the other guys? ”

“I went to the store. It's the cleaning party, so I haven't come down yet. ”

The twins nod, looking at the bag in place.

“· · · · · · · What are you reading? ”

The arm asks, "I showed the cover of the book to two people."

“What Seogwang recommended. ”

The twins check the title and shake their heads, saying they don't know the book well. He was obsessed with reading again. The twins take out their writing tools and writing notes on their desks, briefly crumbling. The poor is quiet. A faint sound from afar highlights the silence. The union, the arms, the eyes.

I bump into him, and I tap each other's arms.

“What's the matter? ”

I noticed the silent fight and asked. As I looked at the twins who seemed to have something to say, the public opened their mouths slowly.

“Well, don't you write? ”

“Writing?”

“You know, the other guys are still writing something in the manuscript. ”

He looked at them for a moment and replied.

“There's no reason. ”

“Yes?”

“I just don't have time to read these days. That's why I wanted to read to Mr. Moon. Reading is a kind of writing exercise. ”

The twins quickly understood and asked again.

“So when are you going to write? ”

“Write every day. ”

“Do you use it every day? ”

“Yes. Let's fill in five manuscripts even when there's no writing. ”

“· · · · · · You really write a lot. ”

“You have to use it a lot to get good at it. ”

He left a perfectly natural note. As I tried to turn my eyes to the book, my arms grabbed him.

“When are you going to use it in the Gate Book? ”

He stared at the twins. I checked with repeated questions. The twins have an answer they want to hear. Perhaps they want to see themselves writing.

“Here we are! ”

The door opens. The flaws quickly become noisy.

“Oh, there's your followers. ”

“Hello."

“You're reading the book I recommended, right? ”

“Fun.”

The chair is dragged and voices spill out. He glances at the book and the twins for a moment and closes the book. I got up and returned with a few manuscripts. The children looked to him.

“What? Writing? ”

“Yes.”

“What are you doing? Reading? ”

“I like to write. ”

“Oh.”

A long admiration flowed from his mouth. The twins were shouting in silence.

“What are you writing? ”

“I have to think about it now. ”

“On what subject? ”

“I don't know yet. ”

“A figure?”

“I don't know.”

“Is it for show?”

In the spring, he was a little concerned. A while ago, Moon told the third graders. You'll be busy at the end of the semester, so start writing exhibitions now. Except for Seogwang, the children decided to write the last article to be exhibited in the book of literature.

“You'll see. ”

I don't know what it will say yet. I could see and judge the finished work of writing to be published in the world.

“If you ask more, you won't get the right answer, so write. ”

The children admitted and retreated while tasting again. After a while, Mr. Moon came in. He glances at the manuscript in front of him and ends with the twins. Gems, sunflowers, and spring plotted and Seogwang repeated the translation process asking Moon's teacher for permission separately. All

was doing something to keep him busy.

Within that, he focused his mind. I'm used to the scenery of moving and making noises. It was thanks to my many experiences in the literature. I wanted to write a short article. I think it's better about the twins. The more the form of the text got, the more it slowly moved away from the outside. The image that comes to mind

I've listed it. Looks like it. Love. Games. Work and arms. The question of birth. Q. Impact. Obsession. Stubbornness.

Eruption, Decision, End, Deployment, Crisis. The rising scenes were arranged in an orderly order. I saw some irregularities. I fixed it. A speaker came out. The world was made up of her points of view. Her misconceptions come true and her judgment comes as a result. Readers

I doubted it, but I couldn't escape.

“Hmm."

A box appears in front of her. I don't know what's in it. I wanted to know. She hugged the box with both hands. I buried a box under the peach tree and left. I met the old man. I asked the old man who was gathering twigs at night. I want to open the box.

Yo, how do I open it? The old man says, "Will you take this branch?" You can't open a box with a branch. She walks the path. I met a woman. She was feeding the cow. I want to open the chest. The beast said she couldn't keep her mouth shut even if she starved for a day.

Irao.Crates don't have mouths. She walks the path. I met the child. I asked the child who was playing with the orb alone. I want to open the chest. He replied, I have a box in my house. I only open the box when I want to put something in. Yeah, that's it. She was the one who came up with the answers.

I turned back the way.

He wrote without a hitch. She pulls out the box that was buried under the peach tree. She's tired, but she doesn't stop. It was because it contained the happiness that he wanted. The chest was opened.

Chop. You hear the paper tear. He stops his hands and turns his head to find the source of the sound. There was a ball that tore the manuscript apart trying to erase it with a cheap eraser. Only one part of the manuscript is visible that has been overcolored. He thought she was crazy about something.

I noticed that they were selling the same moves over and over again.

“I'm sorry."

“I'm not sorry I tore up the manuscript. ”

He focused again on his story. A box. She opens it. And then I wake up. It was her dream. The beautiful landscape she faced did not exist in reality. There were children in front of her. Mom, one of the kids called her. She's right.

I've got God. Where was I? The little boy replied. The part where you open the box. The older child asked. Why didn't you open the box in the first place? She says it was password protected. The little boy asked. So you figured out the password? She's...

I answered, yes. I stood against the world with my whole body and defended what I wanted. Two children asked at the same time. She laughs. The other two laughed as well. There were only three of them.

“Common arms.”

Two people replied to the murmur of Australia. The twins' eyes were glowing brightly. He glanced at the manuscript and said,

“I don't think this is an exhibition. ”

“Can I read it? ”

“You got it?"

“I still have some work to do. ”

It was nowhere to be published, but I decided to supplement the scene of Tae-Mon and raising the child by herself.

“When does retirement end? ”

“How long will it take to complete? ”

The twins try to provoke the question. He took a few moments to lift the manuscript.

“Don't expect too much. ”

The twins' mouths go up with the Lord's permission. Then Mr. Moon got up from his seat.

“You have to get tested first. ”

The manuscript passes. The twins are forced to read the story after a long time. After that, the twins changed their lockers, bikes, and passwords into a common arm.

Password is universal (7) end

lim Han-baek