Great Novelist

“So you still haven't made any friends? ”

He was a hard young man to see these days, he asked. The bibliography did not change its expression to confirm that it was alone.

“Yes.”

“Aren't you bored? ”

The scroll shakes its head firmly. I'm not bored.

“I write. ”

Even as everyone talks, he writes alone. Somehow it looked a lot like its past self. There was a time when I was alone. That's when the bird came out.

He looked at the scroll. His real name is Choi Pil-sung. He will make a splendid debut in 3 years.

When did he write his debut?

“Do you use anything these days? ”

The scroll quickly asked. He thought for a moment and said.

“Nothing in particular. ”

“Yes."

“Instead.”

Instead, he asked.

“I ended up in a cataract from the Gatekeeper. ”

"A hundred and fifty?”

His eyebrows flicker.

“Yes. Teen Literature Award. ”

“What's that? Can everyone get out? ”

He seemed quite interested. He taught to the best of his knowledge.

“I heard you needed a letter of recommendation. Basically, every high school student can get out. ”

And he added,

“There are preliminaries. ”

“Qualification? How do you do that? ”

“We're in on it. The subject is free. Use short phrases to fit the form. The students who were chosen from among them gathered to take charge. They tell me the main topic of the day. ”

“Sounds like fun.”

His voice was full of interest. He said.

“Why don't you go out, too? ”

“Should I?”

I ask you again, I'm already full of thoughts. The scroll stood up and said to him,

“Meet me on the mainline. ”

He speaks well even if he hasn't applied yet.

“If the judges vote for me. ”

“No! If we work hard, we can meet. ”

Meet me on the mainline. He says again. It was just when the sun was about to rise, but he was bright.

He sighed and said.

“Yes, if possible. ”

And a week before the closing of the competition.

He wrapped his head around it and sat in front of the computer.

“The subject is free. ”

He could not resist the yawning. I can't think of anything to write about. One week remaining. Thought I'd use it tomorrow, but soon I shook my head. There is no guarantee that it will be written tomorrow, so it is better to post in advance in case of an incident. If I was going to go out there alone, I would look for another contest, but I had to keep it as long as I promised the scroll.

“Freedom.”

The subject is free. It does not matter what you write down. A big word to write down and accept. He applauded the breadth.

“We need to get through the wire. ”

We can't let our guard down. There are many children who analyze the winning works of the past year while spending expensive tuition fees. It's more likely to be a sunflower or a sunflower than a sunflower in youth literature.

“Well, that doesn't mean the school kids get rid of the prize. ”

There are no right answers in literature. Analyzing the winning works does not win awards. High school calligraphy. It's not a professional world. What the judges are most likely to focus on.

“To be honest. ”

Honestly, without pretending, being honest. Writing that keeps reading even when the sentence is empty. This is the letter of Mother.

It's because it has emotions. There is sincerity in it. No matter how proficient and great a sentence is, in front of the sincere, it becomes simple.

Writing in your heart. Maybe the less people who have written, the easier it will be to do.

“At least I like it better. ”

I liked honest writing better than skillful writing

“Honesty.”

There was a figure that came to mind. Someone with a big voice and thick eyebrows. Even if I pick up a hundred won, I won't go to the police station and hide that I'm alone.

“Let's try it.”

Let's try that character. Let's write a short story about the Bible.

I picked up a rolling piece of paper nearby. You pick up the pen. First you have to refine the floating things in your head. Scribbles. No thick eyebrows. I write alone. Honesty. His writing. His future, his present. Freedom. Police station. Run. Sincerity.

You can't contain all of this. The quantity is limited. Then you need to focus. You have to cut out the impressive part of his story.

“Successful past. ”

It's not a failure. It was a leap to success and a flap of wings. He recalled the present of the bible. I write alone. A place full of children. There he is alone.

Alone.

“Will this be my story after all? ”

He recalled the past. After 30 years, he went even further into the past. I was alone. Why I was alone. I couldn't answer that question. There are moments when a person is always alone.

He has no place in the world. I kept my mouth shut and heard the voice in the classroom. One letter. One letter. I wrote down the emotions that accumulated in my neck. Honestly, as long as I was writing, I was moving towards something.

It came into the world with the name Bird Trace.

He overlaid the memory with someone else's image. I close my eyes. I think of a calligraphy that is more mature than I am now. Slowly becoming difficult.

“Is this enough? ”

Put your hands on the keyboard. Ta-da. For a while, the only sound in the room repeatedly rang.

The first novelist to recall.

He dared to write down.

“Did you join in on the preliminaries? ”

Spring asks. He nods, biting the snack. Done. Conspiracy.

“Your competition will be the first, right? Teen literature award. ”

The painting next to him took the crumbs from his hand to his mouth and asked.

“I will. ”

Every competition had a different date. In order, he was the first.

“Will I be able to make it to the mainland? ”

“You will.”

Crisp.

Chewing the snack, Seogwang said. He shrugged.

“You don't know that. ”

“No, you're going in. ”

“I'm too sure. What if it falls off? ”

As he laughed, Seonhua shouted faster than Seongwang.

“Hey! I'm not saying that kind of crap. ”

“That's right. It'll work. ”

Spring smiled and said.

“I hope you wrote it well. ”

Baron said indifferently.

“You have to cut the first order well. ”

“Then we'll come with you. ”

“Start fresh. ”

Cheer in the order of sunshine, baron, and slow-glow, and reveal the essence of hiding. Spring was smiling awkwardly.

“Thank you for this. ”

Wing.

My phone rang as soon as I finished talking. Five gazes converged toward one place. He slowly checked his phone.

“You've come from a pertussis. ”

The children shout out loud. In the midst of the commotion, only Australia was at peace.

“Quick, open it. ”

“That would be good news. ”

“Wow, I'm all nervous. You're nervous, too. ”

“Hurry up and open it. ”

Sunhwa, Spring, Seogwang and Baron urged him in turn. He calmly checked the message. Inside it was a note that said,

“Congratulations on making it to Main Line. ”

A cheer rang out to the poor.

He was in the subway station. He arrived ten minutes earlier than his appointment time, and brought something to drink at a convenience store nearby.

I opened the lid and came out, and there was a pencil. I was wandering around.

“You're here early. ”

I look this way at what he says.

“We met on the mainline. ”

I had a satisfied face. Today was the day of the main event. His thick eyebrows twitched with joy.

“I see. How fortunate. ”

“You're good.”

He also had a knack for saying things like that and not being arrogant at all. He looks more faint.

“Let's go. We can't be late. ”

“Yes."

There was enough time, but he didn't say anything and followed behind him. They boarded the subway.

“What's the main theme? ”

I asked with a slightly excited voice. I could see that I was expecting a pertussis.

“I don't know. Maybe anything can come out of it? The subway we're on. ”

I haven't even arrived at the main event, but I don't know the subject of the announcement that day. He said as he remembered.

“The subway, I see. Subway.”

I think with a serious face. He remembered where he had just been.

“There could be convenience stores. ”

“Convenience store.”

“Well, that's not going to happen. ”

“Just in case. ”

In case you haven't noticed, there could be a back-stepping job catching rats. I thought a little more. Topic. In the meantime, I've been thinking about the topics in the literature.

“Hunger.”

Subject matter is not necessarily an object.

“Hunger.”

He strokes his stomach and asks.

“Then I'm hungry. Did you eat breakfast? ”

“Simply put, it seems a bit empty. ”

“Then let's go down and eat something. ”

“Yes."

Eventually, they got out of the station and stopped by a friend's house nearby.

“Let's go inside. ”

“Yes, I said college auditorium. ”

“It's just up that road. ”

The pencil saw the guide at the entrance to the university and said. I saw the path he was taking. There was a slight incline.

I was walking quietly towards a college building that was far away, and the scroll said.

“What do you think?”

“What?”

When he asked, the pencil moved his thick eyebrows.

“Who will arrive first? ”

A tournament. Can I spend that kind of stamina ahead of a hundred? I've checked the arrival point. It's quite a distance. I was thinking about it, but I could see the scroll already in position. You can't.

“Good.”

You run quickly. The answer stands side by side with the Lord, smiling as if you thought the scroll you heard would come out that way. There was an invisible starting line.

“Want to bet?”

It's not fun to just do it. The bibliography agreed.

“Simple ice cream shoot. ”

“There was a super on the way. ”

He said, reminiscing about the Super that passed by. Preparing to run out side by side, the scroll sends a signal.

“Ready.”

I strengthened my legs.

“Go!”

It was a loud shout. As soon as he heard the sound, he ran away. The scroll looked good next to me. It was moving forward at about the same speed.