Great Novelist

“Are you going to write in the first person? ”

“Yes. It's better that way. ”

Nam-Kyung was amazed. I love it. As long as he writes well, the stories in his head are brought to life, this will do. A good story will be told. You should be able to survive without shaking on the cannula. Calm your anxiety

I did. I still need to hear more.

“Is it going to be okay?"

He asked as if he had been confirmed. He nodded heavily.

“I think it's going to be great. I like the closed image very well. I think the progress towards the narrower places can also be tense. ”

Nam-Kyung was sensitive to the weight of the author. I saw the last end of the worm. He reminded me of him swallowing worms, and said:

“Nothing is as narrow as a man's heart. ”

He is alone, and the parents who gave birth to him oppress their children. You can easily see it in human society. The worm fled into it.

“I think it's a good thing that insects don't fight back. It's creepy because I can remember people. ”

Insects enter his body and choose a safe life. Consequently, it was not a good choice. His nest is insane. He said, looking at the crushed egg that put out his face between the sandwiches.

“Actually, I think the worm is dead. ”

“Dying? Because he's eating you? ”

“No. Before that. I didn't get the proper care. ”

The worm is dragged from the mountain and trapped in a fishbowl. The child was the first insect I had seen. Besides, she's secretly raising him. There was no way he could get food easily. The worm will weaken and the fact will pressure the child. And it forces that choice.

“Worms and children look alike. ”

Nam-Kyung said, he nodded. That's why he loved bugs.

“What about the characters in the story? ”

He was very excited. He recalled the two people talking on the train. It has the same meaning but different directions. Nam-Kyung urged the story behind his back.

“She's a fisherman from his hometown. ”

“The fishbowl where you raised the insects? ”

“Yes. He always throws away his fishbowl. And then he disappears. Rumors spread in the neighborhood, and his story became so famous that no one knew about it. It's still unclear after that. ”

Nam-Kyung pondered for a moment.

“Is that after his incarceration? ”

“Maybe.”

It was the fishbowl that connected the outside story with the inside story. It was the first house to keep insects, and it was abandoned by him. In the fishbowl, dirt and branches were growing instead of water.

“What happens after it disappears? ”

Nam-Kyung asked with a slightly preoccupied voice. He thought slowly. What will happen to him? I could imagine him going into the mountains. Some people may live under the protection and care of others. You can wander around yearning for insects forever.

I could have sat down without doing anything. Or getting on a train leaving home.

“Maybe one day you'll come home." ”

Finally, he couldn't bear it and asked. He's trapped. He remembers the recurring footage. Repeats the same daily life without meeting new words and new people. A lover in an amusement park asked me to take a picture. I wanted to keep that moment forever.

“That's going to be tough. ”

“Why?”

“You forgot.”

He swallows the worm and forgets. It was evidence that he did not completely trap the worm in the photo. If I had taken a picture and kept it, I would never have forgotten about bugs. It was the possibility of a change that he could breed bugs in as many places as he could.

C. There is no place as wide as a person's heart.

“That person is clearly in the writer's seat. ”

Nam-Kyung looked at him and said. He shrugs.

“It could change as we write it. Anyway, when I see it now, ”

He paused. Memories also existed in the stories outside. She remembered something that she and I had forgotten a long time ago, leaving our hometown. I needed a reason for her memory to come back. Why could she recall the story of a recently missing child?

“Maybe you took out the fishbowl. The fishbowl I left somewhere in my house. ”

A hint of memory. She tries to remember where she got this fish bowl. Then why did she need to take out the fishbowl?

“Because I met a new animal to live in. ”

That meant she was ready to accept it. She's on her way home. I'm on my way home. Going home is something only those who have left their hometown can do. Only those who have left their hometown can return. She certainly has a new life in her hands.

It was put in.

“Forgetting is also an act of protection. She must have met me on the train. I must have forgotten when I left home. ”

Nam-Kyung asked.

“Then maybe one day I'll know what I forgot." ”

“Yeah, well. as long as they're alive.”

Nam-Kyung slowly thought about the stories he told in his head.

“It would be great if I could move it to the sentence. Oh, you said you were referring to a drunk. Let me know if you need any help. I can take you to the publisher's party. ”

“That's nice. ”

When the story was roughly finished, the two of them heard the sandwich that was pushed in the corner.

“Are you sure you don't want to go to the competition? ”

I was organizing the story in my head, and the question of spring arrived late. He raised his head and looked at her.

“Huh?"

“Competition. We just got approved. ”

“Oh, that. ”

The seniors in the third grade were not easy to enter. It was the opinion of the school teachers to study when it was time to go to the competition. But the third graders did not want to miss their chance to enter the final competition and insisted on their permission. I was just about to get my approval today. 서광도

Next time, I stretched out my arms to try to get out. I told you not to go out, so you wanted to go out for nothing. Gems and twins also expressed their willingness to participate, and all of the gatekeepers were picking a ringer.

“I thought you were going out. ”

Except for yourself. He shrugs.

“I have something I'd like to focus on. ”

She already knew that. I don't know how surprised I was to hear that.

“It's not like anyone's chasing me. Take your time.”

She said that, but she didn't think he'd stop. I was surprised to hear that he was already writing his next piece, and accepted it. After watching him for three years, he was the only one left. I write indecisively at any moment. He really is a writer. He asked.

“Don't you get nervous? ”

Her gaze was on the pamphlet she was holding. Spring was the chosen pertussis.

“Of course you can. It's a big competition.”

It was a big tournament for two nights. It was a competition for professionally educated children or children who really wanted to be writers. Getting an award in the competition will make college easier. A lot of people challenge the coveted product.

“The goal is gold? ”

“Of course.”

I aim for the best.

“No matter how good a guy is, no one has written with coincidence for three years, right? ”

“That's it. ”

Spring looks at him nodding not in a big way. She thought she was lucky. No one is a doorman by chance. Sitting across the street from a coincidence. It means that you can listen to the world's greatest pianist every day.

Likewise, luxurious. I could see how great the performer was playing and what skills he was using to play the notes. I could see it with my own eyes. You can grow just by watching. It was a coincidence.

“I was a little proud of last year's gold medal. ”

Spring had a beautiful face.

“And then you came up with the Cannula Prize. ”

It is the world's top four SF literature awards. It's nothing compared to a prize from an unnamed pertussis. Spring truly celebrated his award. I knew how seriously he was facing literature.

“Kelly Coin won an award and it was really cool to read your quote. It's weird, you're invisible. ”

It was the object of admiration. He was dazzled by what he had achieved. Awesome. I really admired it. And he regretted it. He'll try out for something like that. Maybe you should ask him to go to the competition with you. Actually, it's not too late now. If you ask him to come out now, he'll listen.

If you ask him actively, he won't refuse. But I didn't. I won't. I do not deny this relief. You can't be a coincidence, and you don't want to be a coincidence. This is who she is. She is not ashamed of who she is. Oh, my God.

I learned in the book that this writing can also exist in the world.

He looked at her without a word. I read her thoughts slowly.

“You're not so different yourself. ”

“What?”

“You got a prize, too. Moon Ye is the first youngest Gold Winner. It doesn't make a difference. ”

“Well, that's not true. They're different sizes.”

“Just different sizes. Judged by others, judged by the results, followed by fame, congratulated and recorded, and put on display somewhere. There's more in common than meets the eye. ”

Spring tried to deny, but Australia was faster than that.

“It's only a prize. What you really need to see is not a prize, it's writing. There must be a reader who knows your writing better than mine. ”

A reflection comes to her mind. It's her mother. Her face is sweet as she smiles at her acceptance.

“No, that's not it. ”

“That's as far as the prize can go. A man's mind is much broader. ”

It was the first I heard of it. I was even more surprised to hear you say that. Spring was once again admired in me. Of course, he has a different bowl. I have different postures, different minds and different skills. That's why I was able to write such a story.

She knew how the world saw coincidence. Mystery. Aliens. Talent you don't understand. But if we actually met him, we could all make sense. This article is a coincidence. This is a coincidence. I'm sure that's what he's preparing for this time, too. She thinks. She's after the best of them.

“I should concentrate on my writing as much as possible. ”

He smiled satisfactorily.

Bug on forehead (5) end

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