Great Novelist

“Everyone needs to be healthy. ”

The ongoing group of health stories, Compliance, said indefinitely. The second round of discussions were ongoing. Persistent people. You hear a small sigh of relief. The unbearable faith attracted him.

“Hey, are you going? ”

I wanted to spend time with the writers I had met for a long time, but I also wanted to write something that I had just begun to think about. I thought about it for a moment, but I quickly leaned to one side.

“I want to go home. ”

“Ugh.”

Faith grabbed my chest. It was similar to the look on her face when she wrote.

“Excellent judgment. You should go write. ”

The companion looked at himself with a satisfied face. I shrugged. It was then that the situation that seemed not to end changed. You hear a scream. It's not far. I turned my head, and my eyes met.

“Coincidence?”

A strange voice was convinced. The opponent's voice was filled with more surprises than doubts.

“Coincidence.”

At that moment, I realized that I wasn't wearing anything on my face. None of the authors who were there pointed out that. It was because everyone was hot on a different topic.

“I'm in trouble. ”

The west murmurs small. No one argued. They all thought the same thing.

“There's also a Bonjour writer. ”

“Here's the writer. ”

One person's screams focused on many people's attention. If the writers are this crowded, people will recognize them even if they don't like it.

“What a coincidence. ”

“It's real.”

“I've never seen a coincidence. ”

The most popular of them was coincidence. He looked at the roots standing next to him.

“Jealous bastard. ”

He said so, and stepped aside. Sooner or later, he will be the same way and suffer the same pain. He certainly succeeds as a writer. If you are looking at his writings and walking, you are naturally thinking that. That's why other writers make fun of us. It's a real opportunity.

No one dares to mock.

“Can't you take a picture? ”

The one who shouted first approaches.

“Yes, take it. ”

Screaming again. The screams of joy make you laugh with a fierce reaction.

“Me, too."

“Hey, you're the writer, right? ”

Others were talking to other writers around them. Scream first and identify yourself to the other authors. The person who took the picture with me asked.

“The Death Club, right? Did you have a feast?”

The death clubs. Some call them the dreadful names. Thanks to a literary magazine on the subject of death. I had never actually heard of it. The name from the reader's mouth was stronger than I thought. I could see Junsu smiling with his face crooked.

“Yeah, well. We ate together.”

I feel like I'm going to sleep again when I get convinced, ask and get a positive answer. Everything seemed to be surprising just to talk to a writer who was just a coincidence. What a coincidence.

“I'm really enjoying my book. Please continue to write a lot. ”

I left a touching note and gave up my seat to the next person. Similar situations repeated several times.

“Does Ms. Song come here often? ”

There was also a friendly question. He thought for a moment and replied.

“I'm a regular here, too. ”

“Delicious.”

“Yes, it's delicious. What's your favorite menu? ”

“I eat mostly chicken. ”

“Me, too!"

I felt happy to find something in common. I saw more people taking elongated pictures on my phone than before. There were more and more people around.

“I'm going to go now. ”

Other writers are starting to step back. The roots stood far away. The signer approached and said.

“I feel like a star because of coincidence. ”

“You used to be a star. ”

“Yes, it is. ”

She humbled herself. Finally, after a long discussion, each day was scattered and dispersed. I returned home in the same car as when I arrived.

“Use it well. ”

“Yes. Take care. ”

I went inside imagining the rear view of the car going away. The elevator slowly rises to the top. The first thing I had to do was come in. I saw a familiar workshop. There was a bookshelf on the left wall, and inside it was his favorite book, his publication, his reference.

There were fees, history books, philosophy books, and science books. This is the space I originally wanted to put the manuscript in. Arrangement and separation of the manuscript failed. There were too many. Reading and sharing each day was so hard. Eventually, I had to give one room to the manuscripts.

I sat at my desk and took out my notebook in my arms. I remembered the clues that were growing in haste, one by one. The first were alumni who came home. They were preparing to leave the school background and head to a new place. They don't wear uniforms anymore. Don't even think about it.

When I realized it, I wanted to write with the background of school.

I met the reader. She was very nervous. I didn't seem comfortable with myself. It was different from her first impression at a book concert. But I didn't think it was strange. People change the way they deal with situations and positions. I am also a regular

More stiff. She stares at herself. Walk across your face, over your shoulders, under the table, and back up with your hands. It was a pretty expensive meal, but I couldn't afford to enjoy the taste. Her eyes seemed to look upon the heroes of this era. Poison

I slept with my whole body expressing my love for books and my interest in writers. I cheered for my choice. He told me that the choice was right. It was very thankful. I wanted to use it well. Every time I pick up a pen, every time I write, every time I see a book, I think,

C. The reader said: I'm glad I caught you late. I'm glad it wasn't quick. I'm glad it's now. I've turned over several pages. I found the most recent clue. Today, an unclear figure breathes into it.

I slowly tied them together. It was one line. I put what I had in the stream. I close my eyes. I'm an old man. The old man stares into the air. Old people don't have names. No time has passed. Suddenly, I was born old. The author who made him did it.

Because I had hope. Every time the old man laughed, I saw pink gums. There's a missing tooth. It was as pure as a child's mouth. Older people should go to school soon.

You won't be able to adapt well in the new environment. Always do - adapt first and then Old means alive. Being alive means being able to think. Thinking and wanting. Moving to gain. I opened my mouth and my teeth caught my eye.

There.

“I don't know how to write. ”

It was a bold confession.

“I want to learn. ”

I wanted to. A lot has changed since I was born. Times have changed, societies have changed.

“Now we have a chance. ”

We have a chance.

“Yes, there is. ”

“I want to get better. ”

You can see the dark mushrooms pinned around your eyes. I also saw sunburned skin.

“It always has been. I always wanted to get better. My time has come to fulfill my wishes. ”

I asked.

“Have you ever been to school? ”

“I've only been there one day when I was very young. ”

“Would you go if you could? ”

“If you can go, you should go. ”

The eyes of positivity filled with fear.

“What are you doing there? ”

Fear of the unknown. Described the school, a place where children can receive basic education.

“You know it's elementary school, right? the first school I ever went to. ”

“Only I would be old. ”

“Yes.”

In someone's eyes, it's going to be too late. They are educated like humans less than a decade old. It can be taken in humiliation by someone. However, for those who do not move, they will appear to be outnumbered.

“Should I be ashamed?"

You shake your head with confidence in that question.

“Not at all.”

“How do you know that? ”

“I went back to high school at a very late age. ”

The eyes move up and down. Look from head to toe. I didn't trust it easily

“It doesn't have a stain on the outside. Trying to eat an old man's back? ”

“It's free. I don't ask for money. ”

He raised his hands and claimed innocence. He told me about his experiences as a high school student. I mostly talked about the good part. It was a relief.

“I got used to it. Easier than he ever cared about. It was boring.”

I could see her sweeping her chest. The sweeping hand was blunt and rough.

“I feel better. But I think I'll be nervous before I go to bed. ”

He says it's okay now, but it won't last. The old man thought and acted.

“Maybe you should get used to it first. ”

I asked without interference.

“What?”

“The letters. If you learn it first, you'll be less different from them. Preliminary learning.”

Inside the sturdy exterior, there was still a fragile heart. I fear change. I struggle to adapt.

“Do it if you want. Who's going to stop them? There's actually a lot of pre-learning going on. And a young friend.”

“Is that so?"

“Yes. I'm afraid everyone will be left behind. ”

“Will pre-learning help? ”

“You're not going to be much help. The upfront learning you're doing is going to be fun. ”

“I'm still going to do it. ”

I insisted. He didn't stop me. The protagonist will be pre-learning and will be embarrassed in a completely different practice. I have experienced many events while adapting to new environments.

“Do you want to have fun?”

I asked awkwardly. I can promise you one thing.

“I'm sure you will. ”

“Do young people like me? ”

“If that's what you want. ”

The protagonist acts for what he wants. Grab it.

“It's up to me, isn't it? ”

“Yes.”

I nodded satisfactorily. The golden teeth glow. She looks at her smile and opens her eyes. You can see a white flash in front of you. Your face is hot. The light from the window illuminates your face. Morning, sunshine.

I stared blankly at the light and thought about the fragments that would be made together. Unfortunately, other fragments come out of school. In retrospect, a passing background. But there will be a lot of difference. I moved my hand to summarize the story I just came up with. Older people. Early learning. Elementary school. Adaptation and maladjustment.

Nothing one-sided. I also remembered the stories of students who would be with their unique classmates. I've set out a long story. Grandma's Chopstick Challenger, which she wants to learn. Perfect.

The Short Destiny (6) Ends

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