Great Novelist

There were no coincidences today. But a continuation of acclaim! The Anonymous Authors' Rebellion? Writers we might have missed.

It's not just a coincidence. The sprint of young writers. Fight. Action!

Going to see a coincidence and falling for another writer? A crazy review among netizens. What is the identity of the strange name on the sword? Young writers taking chances.

When does coincidence occur? The cry of the readers returning from nothing.

Heavy metals? Information you receive directly from the author? More interesting writing scene than you can imagine!

A great deal of young writers you didn't know! A new wind blows through the paragraphs!

Possibility of paragraphs they showed you! The future was bright. Plenty to see. The writer's skills were special.

It wasn't just coincidence. A group of writers descending in youth. Young Blood Shows Ability!

So when's the coincidence? Two men left. The trembling hearts of the voting readers. Please let me see the coincidence.

Written by this year's award-winning author. What's he got to show for it? A frontal battle against the Eastern Hemisphere?

A friend of mine who went to see this said it was really fun.

Both reviews are positive. I went to see coincidence and I was disappointed that I didn't come out, but I found a new writer.

It was a real shock when she came out of the heavy metal. I had a taste for Heavy Metal, not just writers.

I'd love to, but did you really write with Heavy Metal?

I respect the freedom of writers very well. That's twice as much fun.

I liked the stage today. I read the information you described while being aware of it, so it definitely feels different. I thought you could read like this. A beneficial day.

But she writes really well. You're a writer.

Yeah, I can read a lot better than I thought. I mean, if it comes out of a book, it's better than this.

It was like watching a presentation. Chefs' cooking contest? I felt like I was preparing so much that I gave it to us. It was a good place to spend money.

I thought it would be boring to read for more than 2 hours, but time really quickly left. I did not feel like I had visual effects, sound or equipment like a movie But it was definitely fun alone. If this happens again, I am willing to go even if it is not a coincidence.

I want to go to the site. But I don't have a ticket.

Dongnam, because of coincidence.

I heard it's really hard to get tickets. Talents.

I'm going to see her tomorrow. I hope it's a coincidence. I really want to see it with my own eyes.

It's the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow's not a coincidence. I'll see to it.

What kind of coincidence would you write?

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The inscription was written in the hallway. Today it was time for the readers to see what they had prepared. I choose and choose the articles that I can confidently deliver to my readers. I pondered and pondered the writings that could be tolerated even if I showed them to him. So this is what I wrote. I imagined their reactions. I don't know if you like it.

“I don't want this manuscript to be a mistake. ”

Your shoulders are heavy. You stop your feet. I thought about what would happen if I ran away from here. Someone suffers a loss. Readers are disappointed. The debut will be the last. Reporters reveal the author's identity and put him on the cutting edge. Being expelled from Korea, my imagination grew stronger and stronger.

I remembered the words that were whispering while I was drunk. I told him not to run away. I slowly went forward. You soothe yourself. You see someone buying their book for the first time. Others recognized themselves I have someone to talk to. The professor complimented me. You'll be fine.

“Then you have to go up in 10 minutes, so be ready. ”

“Yes.”

Other writers came to the waiting room. He didn't come. Somehow. The writers were relaxed as they finished the stage. They didn't see themselves as a threat. The students had a particularly confident expression. The audience applauded when the student got up from his seat after writing. It was the first round of applause for the event. Positive articles also increased noticeably. It was not an easy path to go through, forwards or backwards.

“Whew.”

I woke up on my feet, taking a deep breath. I read the manuscript under guidance. It was already a sentence in my head, but I read it anyway. You can see the stairs leading to the stage. Standing in front of the stairs, you hear the readers' words. I slapped him on the shoulder. The signal is to get out. The bridge moves on its own. He was exposed at the same time as he was brightened.

Incidentally, the first thing I heard on stage was that the stage I was looking down on the second floor was completely different from the actual stage. I put people's eyes all over me. He was holding a microphone in his hand.

“Hello, I'm a bible. ”

The audience slowly calmed down as they opened their mouths.

“I'm a new writer on this year's list. ”

They didn't know who they were. I looked at myself with unfamiliar eyes. Suddenly I remembered a coincidence. That's not how I looked at coincidence. I turned my eyes and saw the second floor. He wondered how he would look at himself.

“But that doesn't mean I've written for the first time this year. I really admire the writers who have come out so far. So I'm going to try to write better than them. ”

The audience did not react to the heavy talk. It wasn't hostile, but it wasn't welcome. However, I didn't care about the scroll.

“Let's get started.”

I put the microphone down. I see coincidence. I want to write better than by chance. I want to stand next to coincidence. In fact, I would like to move forward a little more. I want to see the landscape. To do that, I took the manuscript. Other writers' writings were interesting but did not make themselves tense. I thought of my friend. I remember the first time I read his book. I wrote the first sentence I had read hundreds more times.

*

“I lost my memory. ”

The scroll chose a speaker who lost his memory. He endures the world alone in strange places everywhere.

“I feel like I'm being bullied. ”

Silver Ring says that the speaker who loses his memory is nowhere to be found. No one accepts. I came out on my own, unable to adapt to the crowd that I had only just interrupted. The speaker is solving the situation persuasively. Thanks to the intimacy of his writing, I pity the speaker.

“Maybe he brought the best writing. ”

The silver ring twists its chin and says. I agreed with my heart.

“So did I. ”

Silver ring said she also chose the most confident topics and materials. You must have done it several times.

“So am I. ”

The fishing spot owner raises his hand. Undergraduate students also insisted on silence. He asked.

“What kind of a coincidence does a writer bring? ”

“We don't have much left. Wait a little longer."

Then the fishing spot owner called out to himself. He replied without taking his eyes off the screen.

“What took you so long today? I thought you were going down to the waiting room with me. ”

He said, taking a few moments.

“I'm trying to control it. ”

“Haha, are you feeling nauseous? ”

“You slept late, right? ”

No one really accepted the word "refrain." The scroll was the newest of them all, and it was young. His debut was outstanding, but others were outstanding.

“Look, the writing. ”

I pointed to it with my hand to appeal to the fact.

“That's a good start. ”

The fishing spot owner said confidently. The reaction was not good. The Bible cleverly builds stories. The scene you are watching is the cornerstone of something. The fact that he had a good start meant he was very likely to do so in the future.

“Look at this. ”

As I proved it, the more time went by, the more silent the writers became. So was the audience. Relaxation subsides. I encounter an unexpected ambush. Confidence turned into anxiety.

“You write well. ”

The fishing spot owner said. Writers' judgments spill out as a signal.

“I think I know how to lay a solid foundation. So you can bring the speaker into the situation without giving them a reason to lose their memory. ”

“I think that's a pretty good way to describe it. ”

“You're trying to use it better than the real us. ”

The purpose of the story was clear. The audience is curious. How can a talker who is wet with loss recover what he lost? When and in what way does he regain his memory? Curiosity drives reading. People were waiting for the sentence to come forward, taking care not to miss it. The scroll wrote down with a good rhythm, as if you knew it. The same is stable. The audience feels friendly, even though they did not play songs like silver rings or have enough conversations in advance like an undergraduate. Written relationships. I focused, too. What does the scroll say with this book? Long silence passed. The groaning that I could hear represented the minds of the writers. The fishing spot owner said as the article skipped midway.

“I'll be going now. ”

“Yes?”

He packed his things. When I asked him why, he raised his head. That was the answer. The textbook was better than his. The sentence and its development went one step further. He was convinced of defeat. He does not paint the future in which his articles are published.

“The scriptwriter was coincidental with the writer. I've just made my debut, and I have no experience. ”

The words experience made me look at the screen by myself. Bullying, isolation. The writing he can write best. Topics I've had for a long time.

"That article is special. It's like the one you and I brought. You can tell by the sentence."

An international student said with confidence. The fishing spot owner swept his head.

"I know. What you just said was a lie. But I'm leaving today. I'll come tomorrow."

Writing is not a coincidental genius. His opponent was a coincidence. Inside him, the scroll should have been the lowest. But I brought such an article.

“But look to the end. ”

The silver ring closes its mouth. The standards of invisible defeat were clearer than I expected. I can feel myself without judging or scoring. I met the fishing spot owner. That was the end. He goes out. Silence passes. I remember the gray hat. His manuscript related to him came to mind. Whether the fishing spot owner left or not, the story went on.

“This is dangerous. ”

A small voice came from a foreign student's bird. I wasn't sure if it meant his situation or his novel. I turned my eyes to look at the audience and read. The speaker who lost his memory and lost his sense of belonging got a moment's rest, but lost it again. The situation was a little different this time. Unlike before, it was the speaker who put it first. The speaker is jealous of his friend. After the crisis, the story of going to the climax takes a step back to the crisis.

“This isn't the end, is it? ”

“You don't see any element of controversy, do you? ”

“It's about time. I think we're almost done here. ”

The fishing spot owner said in a slightly anxious manner. There were no rules that required a novel to be completed in time. The purpose of this event is to show you the writing site. At the end of the stage, the story ends. So far, the writers on the stage have told the full story. How about a bible?

“This was it. ”

The audience is bewildered. The person who was always looking at the screen was able to understand their reaction. A new person has emerged. It was a figure that would show the end of the story.

“Red Tyne. ”

Saving him was a red man who appeared without warning. At that moment, I remembered the first time I met him. He found the money and was on his way to the police station. Someone dropped the money, he recovered the lost memories, all red people. At that time, the money taken to the police station was not returned to its owner. I think it remained unacceptable in the Bible.

“That's comforting.”

Someone says, he puts a dot on the last sentence. A round of applause erupted from the audience. The cheer followed. They were satisfied with the writing of the notebook and were impressed with the completion of the event. It was much larger than the sound he had heard over the phone alone.

Their cheerful scriptures slowly stood up. He looks at the cheer for a while. I slowly bowed my head and stepped off the stage. My friend's actions were spectacular. The cheer subsided and the audience left with a excited face.

“We've got trouble. ”

This is dangerous. I rub my palms against the feeling of being caught in front of me. My hands tingle. I think of the anxiety in the finished manuscript one by one. You turn your head back. I hardly swallowed the horse that came up to my throat, but it didn't disappear from my head. The writers stood up one by one and muttered as they were left alone.

“Let's fix it.”

Winner's Brawl (7) Ends

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