Great Novelist

“Myeonghom Journalist. ”

The manifest identified someone calling out to him from behind. And I sighed. He was a colleague who had worked together at his previous job. I wasn't very close and didn't want to get along.

“You're here, too? ”

“We can't miss the accidental writing scene. ”

He said with a clear expression.

“I've decided to stand in return for my team. No one knows when he'll be back. ”

“You seem to be getting along pretty well at work. ”

“Hard work is the same thing. ”

Today is the first day we unveil the writing site. He said, tasting again.

“You're not going to accidentally kick me out on the first day, are you? ”

“Just in case. So you and I aren't here. ”

“Well, I'm excited for everyone. because it's rare to see writers writing. ”

The manifest turns its head to the exhibit. The space exhibiting the history of literature was not much to see, to be honest. In the middle of the exhibition, there were questions and answers from young writers.

“There's a lot of brilliant writers out there. ”

“Most of the time. ”

Among them, of course, there were some people who have been vigorously writers, such as those who are relieved or in my class. However, there is always very little attention. One step to the side, and he catches up with you.

“Do you know anything? ”

“What?”

“Why, you have a lot of credit. I want to know the order. ”

“I don't know.”

He said decisively. He said he was sorry, but he kept talking.

“What will happen to the new unanimous person this year? Will he survive? ”

The name book saw a former coworker asking the same question. I checked his face and asked.

“You haven't read the winning entries, have you? ”

“· · · · · · · Tea? ”

“I fly a lot. ”

He desperately defended himself with the excuse that there was no time. The manifest cut him off because he had no reason to listen to his defense until the end.

“Your debut was pretty good. ”

“Really? How much? ”

“Just as much as I have to read it as I have to and end up having fun. ”

He gives an uncharted admiration.

“Are you enjoying your writing? ”

“It was like a comforting facility. ”

“Isn't the bank behind this? It's far from comforting. ”

“That's why it's okay. You have novelty.”

“I should read it.”

He folds his head as if his heart was steady. I didn't care whether he read it or not. Will he survive? The name book is small.

“I want to survive. ”

His writings were amazing. A strangely friendly book. I was curious about the nature of the writer. Maybe he's sociable.

“There's also the coincidence. ”

This time he took the first step. There were records of coincidences that occupied the most space. First, youngest, world, genius. The glorious words are drawing him out.

“No more coincidence, right? ”

“At least not for the next 100 years. ”

I am very fortunate to meet such a coincidental writer. The inscription thought so and looked at him. He raises his mouth tail. Suddenly, it looked like he was biting his lip.

It is an event that shows the process of writing being completed on the surface. But in reality, it was to see the writing scene of coincidence. Other writers were also worried about how far they could go against coincidence.

“Anyway, I'm excited. ”

How does he write?

“I was actually curious when I heard that it was a coincidence. ”

It wasn't uncommon for people to think that way. I asked why.

“Coincidence is a lot of people have to deal with, and there seems to be more to lose than just coming out here and getting it. ”

The manifest agreed with her. When I heard the event was happening, I thought it was possible because the newcomers were in good spirits. I thought of a coincidence from the contest, but soon I shook my head. I didn't think he would come out.

“At first, I thought I'd prove my worth. ”

It was the most likely reason Meanwhile, coincidence has written a lot of great writings. The mix of training, youthful topic selection, and bizarre typefaces brought coincidence to the world. He was a young writer who had just turned 20. Many commentators and readers questioned. In the beginning, it was said that he was a fake. Coincidences are as mysterious as they are special. So maybe it was a coincidence that he pulled out the knife. To prove I'm a real coincidence.

“But I didn't think so. ”

“There's a loophole. ”

The inscription slipped his hand into his pocket.

“Alone, you can do it in a bigger space. That's more effective. Besides, you have to prepare the manuscript, right? If that's the case, it's more beneficial to leave a hundred. If you get a bad reaction here, it's totally out. ”

He stares at the air and shrugs.

“After all, we don't know why it's a coincidence that we're here. ”

Coincidence is a mystery. What do you want? He doesn't even interview, reveals his writing. than really unexpected lines. When the mastermind thinks that way, he gives a big speech.

“I hope other writers write better than coincidences. ”

The inscription laughed. This is why I can't get along with him. He doesn't support others. I want someone to be unhappy.

“You still hate accidental writers, don't you? ”

He wanted to be a writer before.

“I guess writers don't have a lot of friends. Who wants to hang out with a genius? I know you're curious, but that's what I'm trying to get at. ”

Scratches under the nose. It's a horse.

“You're really trying to do something with your face out, and I need you to be honest with me here. It's okay to find out here that the manuscript was the end of the story, or the fact that the manuscript was also the script, is worse than the authors with nothing. It's a national hoax. ”

“Coincidence is a writer who is very dedicated to writing. It's hard to see you leaving with a crappy manuscript. ”

“It's so boring. You write about coincidences every day because you're so good at it. ”

“That's why I like it. ”

“The other writers knew it was a coincidence and accepted it. So it's a coincidence that there's a symbol for pressing it? ”

“Do you see into people's minds now? ”

I am a journalist and do not know it is neutral. His articles are obvious, too. I look at him with a scolding look and turn to him.

“Well, if it's a coincidence, we're grateful. You can only imagine how he writes. Besides, you can read in real time. ”

He laughed nonsense and said.

“Maybe you can ruin it and buy readers' roots, too? It's a coincidence.”

“Start by seeing if you're a coincidence writer today. ”

The manifest turns around and goes inside.

*

“There you are.”

Australia was looking inside the event hall. It was a space that reminded me of the auditorium. There is a stage and a place to write there. On the desk was a laptop, and next to it was a big screen. The sentences you type are communicated to the audience in real time.

“You nervous?"

The scroll asks, thinking about it for a moment, he says.

“Not yet.”

I can't even feel it yet. Today was finally the first day of the event, but it was not his turn. Above all, he was nervous walking through empty corridors. That said, the scroll shakes its head.

“Not really. ”

The bibliography opened its mouth about the article you saw this morning.

“Everyone seemed so eager to compare you with the rest of the writers. I've been expecting that, but there have been some surprising stories suggesting your crisis. ”

You smile small. I can see what the knight is aiming for. They considered the event an opportunity to uncover questions surrounding them. It was a nuance that everything would be revealed here.

“It's strange that your skills are revealed under all circumstances. You know what a good writer is by looking at books, right? Has it already been revealed? ”

The heavy sound of the scroll echoes onstage. I sat in the front row seat closest to the stage. The scroll twisted the stage and looked to the corner. While I was still looking at the scroll, someone appeared at the door connected to the stage.

“Who is on the stage before the writer coming out today? ”

“Welcome.”

He was a fishing spot owner. His complexion was paler than usual.

“You're here early. We're gonna have to wait a long time. ”

“I want to see empty seats. I don't think I'll be able to come out when it's my turn. What do you think?”

“Good job coming here today. I'm shaking, so I can't take a sip of water. ”

He said as if he was faking, but his hands were clearly trembling as he swept his broad forehead.

“You're nervous, right?”

He looks around the stage and sighs deeply.

“Very. In fact, the manuscript may not be in the hands of the author. because if it's already done, it can't be that shaky. ”

“There's definitely meaning in being given the moment you read it. ”

“I'm scared to death. ”

The scroll came down from the stage and asked.

“What's the scariest part? ”

“That's a direct question. ”

He walked to the center of the stage as opposed to the scroll. The sound of the steps crossed onstage.

“Swearing. ”

If it is natural, it is natural. He turns his head. It didn't make any difference whether he was looking at the audience or looking at himself.

“I'm a very light person, and my wounds last a long time. So you're even more scared. and be more careful. ”

“Then you must have prepared a lot more. ”

He simply expressed his positivity, he said.

“Yes. That's why I said it would be okay if we just happened to be together. There was a manuscript that I had for a long time. I thought I was better at writing this story than I was by chance. But I don't have the confidence to shut up. ”

Inside, there was a slight smell of dust. It smelled like a new house. The sound resonates louder in the void.

“The year after my debut, there was a coincidence. ”

I already know this information. I heard something strange because I was on stage or because my voice was ringing.

“I thought it was great. And I was worried. How hard can it be to get everything so early when you're young? The world can't continue to do good just because it's fair. ”

He looks up at the stage. He stands at the edge of the stage and looks down at himself.

“I was worried for nothing. ”

He scratches his cheek. My fingertips were trembling.

“I'll do well today. I want to hear that it was written better than a coincidence. ”

His voice trembles. It seemed to be because of tension as well as other emotions. He wanted his answer. You get up from your seat. The folding chair makes a sound. What should I say? The moment I opened my mouth, someone else's voice rang in the hall.

“Coincidence writer? ”

There is someone standing at the entrance. Two.

“You can't go in there yet! ”

Staff at the exhibition got in the way. He reveals his identity.

“This is our reporter. ”

“Journalists' seats are reserved. ”

One said yes, but the other ran in without listening to the employee. One of the people walking outside looked at him with a silly look. However, he was only focusing on one place.

“What a coincidence. ”

He calls himself.

Winners' Brawl (4) End

lim Han-baek