Great Novelist

“Would you like to read this? ”

The scroll picked up the Poké Ball magazine and handed it to him during the waiting time. I received it but did not read it. The sound of the number changing sounded cheerful. People wait their turn to achieve their goals and the employee must call on the person. Various people were waiting. Disinfectant odor

Even the unique smell of a bank that looked like a bird was not uncomfortable at all. I was surprised that the scroll had infiltrated this space. I think I'm used to it already, so I can't even smell it. I took a deep breath. I never got used to it. It smells similar when you snore on money

It seemed like a bird was going to fly. You hear the machine. A machine counting money is running in the hands of an employee. Everyone had their license plates in their hands.

“That's amazing.”

“What?”

He said, ignoring the look in his eyes, asking if he had never been to the bank before.

“Is this what your room feels like? ”

“Not at all. ”

I felt a new place about the bank. What he saw here and what he wrote. A bank is money. What did he see in the money? What side of the room did you observe this from? Bear thinks I want to write with the same background.

I checked the numbers. I had to go through 20 more numbers to get my turn. Call the number from the window. Some people didn't show up. The following number was called at the end of the session. The next person is ready to get up and run in advance. Lead the way behind.

You hear a sound. New people are constantly entering the entrance. The scroll sat still there. It is evident that they have a different purpose than others.

“It's your turn. ”

I took the number card. I pressed my hat harder. An employee who was conducting the consultation spoke on top of his hat.

“You're friends with a notebook? ”

“Yes. Do you come here often? ”

I asked him if he was a friend. The staff laughed.

“I used to come with you every day. I thought he was a suspicious friend at first, but now we're having lunch together. Sometimes I clean up. ”

The employee asked me to enter my password. I numbered the machine on the left and pressed the green button.

“Do you know why you're here? ”

“You said you were writing. Students come in for career research interviews from time to time, and this is the first time I've ever done this. ”

That's right. I can imagine a smile. There must have been some trouble. He must have handled it pretty well. The employee finally reached out for the paper to sign. I flinched because I thought you wanted me to sign a coincidence.

“Did you go to high school with the Bible? ”

"No, I have similar hobbies. ”

I signed and handed out the paper. You accept that and nod quickly as if you're done with everything. I raised my head carelessly. The employee rolls his eyes, not missing any gaps, to check his face. I was able to face the expression that seemed to bother me earlier.

“Let's write together. ”

I felt it as soon as I met my eyes.

“Coincidence writer? ”

My eyes widen. I get up from my seat. The employee chased him with a deaf face. The following numbers were not called: I approached the scroll and raised him up. His gaze was always on him.

“Let's go. I've seen all the work. ”

“You caught me.”

He was ready to leave quickly. But it was too late.

“Aren't you the writer? ”

People who were watching advertisements related to magazines or savings all turned their heads. The people who were burying their heads on their phones looked up at themselves. Waiting is boring. An incident has occurred. Everyone is focused.

“Coincidental writer! ”

Beyond the window, I could see the staff were aware of the situation. The employee you just consulted with was talking to his supervisor. There were crowds.

“Hold on, I'm going out. ”

It was a public place. We couldn't do this. The expression on the scroll that appeared among the people was not different than usual.

“Sign, please.”

“Take a picture. ”

“Shake my hand.”

He came in a good impression and tried to stop them. In the meantime, he escaped from the bank. I saw people following me out of the bank together.

“Let's get in here. ”

The inscription said, "I fell out of the bank into the back alley." I've drifted away from the distance. There was a line of ribs and chipmunks. You can see the silver tables outside. It seemed more lively at night than during the day. The bibliography is a great way to navigate.

You turn around. You don't have to stop walking until you get inside. I lifted my hat, swiped my head, and pressed it again. I sweated a little.

“You really are a popular person. ”

The scroll looked at itself with a thought.

“I've never seen a bank like that. ”

“Really?"

“I wish I had brought you here sooner. ”

Then you could have written in a slightly different way. He adds so.

“You've already tried. ”

“Too bad.”

It didn't look too bad. The review board has already left the author's hand.

“Just in case. If we get elected, we might have a chance to fix it. ”

“It's okay this way. ”

The scrawl speaks. As soon as he finishes, you hear the laughter of the children. I looked around and asked.

“Is this also the space in your writing? ”

“Yes.”

The question came later: How did you know? I looked around instead of answering. Describing the background in reality in detail was one of the characteristics of the writer, Sung Pill. It actually planted the illusion of standing in front of the city, the street and the store. Increases persuasion, a sense of reality

Adds. Such a writer couldn't have put Dalang Bank alone in a novel.

I feel like a person in a novel that I don't even know the contents of. My heart quivered in secret. It would be fun if I could face the person he created.

“That's funny.”

I thought I was out of my mouth for a second. I looked at the scroll.

“What?”

“You're here. ”

The scroll looked up at the air. I thought it might remind me of a scene in a novel he wrote. Under the car, the cat reaches out its head. You move swiftly to the wall.

“I realized with my body. ”

He makes his stop. I followed the lead. Rusty iron and a lump of concrete were often noticed.

“The difference between you and where I'm standing. ”

I thought Gigi was dead. I looked into him. Namkyung said.

“We'll catch up. I'm going to write better than I do now. ”

“· · · · · · · Yes. ”

He's not going to die here. If I had, I wouldn't have called coincidence a rival the first time I met you. I feel it in my body, but I don't back down. If I was reckless, I applauded that reckless mattress. He once had feelings for himself.

“Is that possible?”

I want him to follow me. But I don't want you to follow me. I did not express this complex emotion out.

“I'll cheer you on. ”

When I said that, I remembered Mango's face. He smiles with a mango-like look.

*

I heard the sound of the room next door. I'm turning the cleaner.

“Shut up.”

This is the high ground. It was a wall as soon as I got out of bed. One step and you'll be able to walk out the door. If you turn your head, you see a laptop on your desk. I wrote here.

“I'm hungry.”

The finished copy was sent to Netherwood Publisher. It was a contest, a gateway to new writers. Coincidentally, the writer passed through there the youngest.

He thought, "I want to be." I wanted to be famous as a coincidence. I wanted to go to a creepy mansion that coincidentally lived in, not this boring 3-story high school. I lost my strength. My body went backwards. Hard. The thin mattress didn't absorb any shock.

“You don't have to be shy. ”

I quietly told the truth. I just wanted to make a debut. If only his writings could be written in a book. I wanted to engrave the landscape inside my body. I want to be a writer. I wanted to do whatever it took to make it happen. I remembered a conversation with my mother one day. That day I ate meat.

“Stop it now. ”

The reason I could not immediately say it was because I was repeating the same sentence with one mind.

“Let's stop now. ”

The meat was burning right in front of me. It's been a long time since I smelled meat, but it didn't taste good. I think my stomach is full. I was full of tears, defeat, and reality. After graduating from college, I went to the military and challenged for three years. It's only been three years, and now people say they live 100 years, and in three years,

The system came. It was strange. No money, no work, no money.

I knew it was a difficult path. But I wanted to. I wanted to earn some food by writing. I wanted people to laugh and cry in my writing. I wanted my writing to leave a trace deep in their hearts and come back. But I couldn't even read it to others, let alone traces. Face from meat

As I turned around, my mother's apology and eyes met. Enough. Your desperation chokes your throat. I knew it was an opportunity.

“Just one last time. ”

I've been eating with my mother's money for a while. He had to beg her. I had to ask his permission. I know what you mean. I don't know. I don't even feel like I'm being taken away from my family. So I begged. I knew you'd let me do it now.

“Last one.”

My mother's tired voice sank. That's how I got to the high school. I only wrote. I wrote and wrote. and completed. I wrote the best article I have ever completed. I was delighted. At the last moment, even though this was a journey toward failure, it was depressing.

I realized that it wasn't. That was good, and I was angry. But he was lucky. I could be a fool. I struggled.

Strong vibrations echo from the ship. I was hungry. I regretted not coming here after I thought of the meat that was burning endlessly. Regret has sometimes proven to be better than before. I went out to get free ramen and kimchi from the high school. I didn't see him in the room.

The sun came down hot. I thought while eating ramen. Let's go to the publisher. I want to see a publisher on the outside who will decide his fate. I've seen the sun for a long time.

“It's been a long time. ”

This is really the last time. Whether or not we should prepare the following: We need to keep moving. We need to keep moving forward as we've done so far. I needed something to hide my greasy hair. It was uncomfortable and annoying to use the shared shower room.

“Where's the hat? ”

The gray hat I found in the corner is in my hand.

*

He has come to the publishing house of Netherwood. Soon, the results of the contest will be available. Before that, I thought that I might not be able to get information. I wonder.

“I don't know anything. ”

But there was no income to do this. Nam-Kyung was sipping Americano with the ice he bought.

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