Great Novelist

“Fantastic.”

The fishing spot owner said in silence. Everyone sighs deeply. No one opens their mouths while accidentally writing on the second floor. Everyone just read the passes quietly and quickly. The silence continued for a while after the audience got excited and the reporters left. The fishing spot owner remembered a conversation he had with coincidence on that stage.

“I knew I shouldn't have worried. ”

The nameless writers who write interesting articles in a row may be a little shy, but he has a different quality. Moreover, he came out with unfinished articles. The story he read was written right on the spot, and he laughed nonsense.

“That's a shame.”

The silver ring raises its hands high.

“It was perfect. The ending has made the situation a success. He didn't just come onstage with his skills, he trusted them. But a wrap like that. ”

It was an uplifting story like listening to heavy metal. It was crazy, she said small. The voice still had heightened emotions.

“I know, I'm scared. ”

The fishing spot owner empathizes with what she said.

“We were so brave. ”

“I knew this country was too small for coincidence. ”

That's what the student said. He was completely against the writing of coincidence. He washed his face and got up slowly.

“I have to run.”

I'm not in the mood for coincidence right now. So I'm going home. That's what he told me. The silver ring followed. The fishing spot owner was the same as them. Accidental failure, handwritten. Falling. Bottom. It's probably a story he drew coming through the swamp of success every day.

“Is that how it is? ”

The fishing spot owner mutters as if talking to the other one. He was speechless.

“Do those who succeed like that know failure well? In the middle, I thought I was dying of heartache. ”

What is it like to write yourself harshly? That's a story from a very thorough calculation. I imagined the fishing spot owner. There was a limit. I didn't want to create stories like that for myself. You might be losing your mind.

“I was very impressed with the writing of the scriptwriter. You write better than I do. ”

The fishing spot owner examines his reaction. I still haven't come back. There was truth in the scripture. So I feel familiar. When I think of the cheers he received, I can see how great the article was. But I couldn't silence him. I felt like talking to myself and said the rest.

“Today I saw the coincidence of writing in a rather solemn mood. But it's quite shocking. I didn't even make it out in the middle. ”

The fishing spot owner turns around. Running away shouldn't be so upsetting because of the coincidence. I don't know about the other one, but the fishery owner came down from the second floor like that.

“Coincidence.”

The scroll mutters small by itself.

*

“Coincidence.”

In the waiting room, he bowed his head and called out. He sighed a little. I did not answer because I had been called many times already. Soon, he trembles and wakes up.

“Why didn't you just write that? ”

Nam-Kyung was very excited. He's been like that ever since he came down from the stage.

“I didn't write it because I didn't want to. ”

“Well done on unveiling the moment it's done! ”

Nam-Kyung was busy wandering around the waiting room.

“I've been looking into the character's name since it was a coincidence. You do realize how attractive coincidences are to readers? ”

Instead of waiting for an answer, Nam-Kyung said:

“An image of coincidence falling. What do you usually insist on describing the destruction you're going through? ”

Roll all the way to your feet. His pale face was reddened. You shrug.

“How long have I been dozing off? · · · · · · · · Have you seen the readers' faces? He was completely frozen. It was a perfect finish. It was worth it. ”

“Yeah, well. ”

“A glitch. A glitch. I can use this to flatten the noses of those who suspect you! Another autograph? ”

“I don't know about that. ”

He smiles loudly, not caring about his reaction. Even if someone threw a wet manuscript at him, he seemed to keep laughing.

“How was the sentence? ”

I asked him. He pondered and said,

“It was a little rough at the end, too. But not bad. ”

The poorly groomed sentences nodded, saying that they would prove that they had written from the field. Nam-Kyung raised his finger and pointed to himself.

“You wrote the best one. ”

At that moment, you hear a knock. Nam-Kyung approached with a light step and opened the door. Beyond that stood the scroll. At that moment, Nam-Kyung flinched but moved aside.

“I see you've come to congratulate me. What about the other writers?”

“He's gone.”

“I see.”

Nam-Kyung looked around for a while and said there are many unfinished stories, but I'll leave you alone.

“Then I'll go see the editorial director. ”

The door closes and rings in the waiting room. He gestures at the standing scribe.

“Sit down.”

He knew he was coming. The notebook does not move.

“When did you think of that? ”

The scroll asks. He's curious about the coincidence.

“Before you climb. ”

That's when I met the gray hat.

“Me, too."

He replied.

“That's what I was thinking before you climbed the ladder. ”

He reminds me of the manuscript he presented. Bullying, isolation, exclusion. That's what he thought he was going through before he climbed.

“Is this another contest? Who has kept this in their mind for longer? ”

For a long time, I've imagined that coincidence is falling apart.

“Then you win. ”

But I couldn't tell him. I couldn't win. He looked at the scroll through the mirror on the wall of the waiting room. He looks a little upset.

“I lost. ”

He has declared defeat.

“Why do you think that is? ”

I asked why. It was practically asking for standards.

“What did you think when you were writing? ”

He answered with a question. He recalled what happened onstage to answer the question. The answer was easy.

“I thought of writing. ”

“Yes, I saw it. All I could see was the writing in your eyes. ”

The mirror was reflecting the feelings of the scroll. I felt a deep color.

“What were you thinking and writing? ”

“I wanted to win. ”

The scroll wanted to win. I wanted to get ahead of the coincidence of his friend, a brilliant writer who had moved on for a long time.

“When I heard about this event, I heard there might be coincidences. I really wanted it to be a coincidence. ”

Until then, he was shivering with the joy of the climb.

“I thought it might be worth a shot. I wanted to win. I was almost sure when I showed them the full text and the crowd cheered. ”

The scroll bluntly said without embarrassment.

“So did all the other writers. Everyone's trying to beat you. You're dealing with a lot of people alone. In that situation, what would the writing look like to us? ”

The writing of the coincidence was terrible. I didn't even get a shout. Everyone is silent. Only the heart beats fast.

“You've never looked up to the second floor on stage. ”

“Did I do that? ”

“I used my teeth to beat you. I prepared this manuscript from start to finish. Unlike me, right?”

“Maybe.”

“You didn't care about me or any of the other writers. ”

He did not deny it. I tried so hard.

“So this is my loss. ”

A moment of silence passed. The eyebrows of the scroll that saw themselves looking for answers moved small.

“Am I not getting an award? ”

I laughed a lot.

“I don't get awards either. ”

There is no awards ceremony here. I took a deep breath. I realized that the long event had stopped. I checked the time. It's time for everyone to leave.

“Reminds me of high school. ”

The pencil grabbed the door and said:

“When?”

“When you read your book in front of you without knowing it was a coincidence, ”

“Ah, then. ”

“Turns out I bumped into her in the bookstore by accident. ”

At that time, the scroll was insensitive to who it was. I am now a writer at an event like myself right next door. He's moving on. It was moving.

“Let's go.”

I walked with him.

*

“So you two were friends? ”

Coincidence and scripture leave, and he mutters next to the waiting room. I slowly recalled what I overheard. High school, defeat. Friendly tone.

It was a question of coincidence that I attended this event. I read and understood the coincidence. He came out here because he had the manuscript. As long as I read his writing, I had no choice. He moved only because of the writing.

However, it is worth remembering other possibilities as long as you know that the Bible and coincidence have always been known. At first glance, they seem to have made a bet with each other, but then it's okay to have a coincidental attitude. A playful coincidence among desperate young writers. I took out my cell phone, and I wrote down the text. But soon my hands stopped.

It reminded me of the accidental writing. I was caught up in the story he showed me. I don't understand. Coincidence has succeeded at a young age. I achieved the first, the youngest. I have money. I have honor. But why are you so desperate to write? I felt like I was running from something. I felt like I was chasing something. Seeing such coincidences, the nameplate said:

“How can you be suspicious of that? ”

It was when the coincidence set foot into the unfinished story. Coincidentally, he repeatedly wrote and erased the sentence for a while. Everyone watched in real time. It was a process by which stories and dialogue in the heads of coincidences were revealed. Coincidences sometimes close their eyes and do nothing. The behavior of the van was natural. Accidentally, he didn't worry about his skills. I did not try to persuade those who doubted him. He focused solely on writing. As a result, he hesitates.

“Damn it.”

I had a very low feeling that I would fly when other writers played. I don't know why that's possible. I don't even know why he has friends.

“Bastard. ”

Everything is a coincidence. I erased the content. I wrote a new article on it. He leaves an empty corridor.

Winners Fight (10) End

lim Han-baek