Fantasy Writers 1860

How could such an amazing work of art end up in a wastepaper box?

Dickinson could hardly believe her eyes.

When she first started out as a journalist, she also used the pen name Boz to submit short stories to newspapers. Only after actually writing short stories did she realize that, in some ways, short stories are actually more difficult to write than novels.

Long works can use lengthy word counts to cover up plot contradictions and flat characters. As long as you are diligent enough, once you have a lot of words, readers will forget what problems you have later on.

And it is precisely because of its short length that all the problems in a short story are obvious.

To write well, one must employ ingenious design and execution within a limited space to leave an impression. To leave a lasting impact, even greater effort must be put into the conception.

Just as building a huge steam engine is easy, building a steam engine that can be mounted on a carriage is very difficult, and no one has succeeded in doing so yet.

Because she had written it herself and knew how difficult it was, she was amazed by the work "Necklace".

Such an ingenious plot twist and novel concept, in just a few thousand words, vividly portrays the powerlessness of people in the face of fate and a character who loves vanity but is brave enough to take responsibility and endure hardship when life hits rock bottom.

What's even more commendable is that the final twist wasn't just a twist for the sake of a twist. If you go back to the beginning after finishing the story, you'll find that the author had actually foreshadowed it all along; attentive readers should have noticed it from the start.

Madame Forestier's generosity in lending the necklace, coupled with her nonchalant return, suggests that she didn't actually value it highly. Even the wealthiest woman wouldn't treat a 36000-franc piece of jewelry so lightly.

Judging from Madame Forestier's surprise at the end, she probably didn't know that the necklace that was returned was real. Both sides were kept in the dark, which amplified the unexpected drama and produced an extremely shocking effect...

For those who have never written a novel, reading this is like a frog in a well looking at the moon in the sky; for those who have written novels, reading this is like a mayfly seeing the blue sky.

Such a masterpiece almost never saw the light of day because of the reviewers' poor judgment.

Luckily, I glanced at it earlier.

Suppressing her excitement, Dickinson turned to the young editor and asked, "May I take another look at the manuscripts in this discard pile?"

Since we've really found treasure here, who knows what else might be there?

We should take another look.

At first, she considered reminding the young editor to take a closer look at the article "The Necklace" in her hand.

But she immediately rejected this idea herself.

They're blind to talent and missed out on such a great work, why should I help them?

Why not just take it and publish it in your own newspaper?

I'm the editor-in-chief of a newspaper now!

"Whatever." The young editor didn't even look up.

It's just a draft, what's wrong with reading it?

Dickinson happily began rummaging through the box of discarded manuscripts, enduring countless shoddy works, transforming into a red stone hero, before finally picking out a shrimp from a box of stones:

"The next morning, the police judge sentenced him to three months in prison on Blackville Island."

After reading the novel, Dickinson repeated the last sentence, a strange emotion lingering in her heart, as if she had many words on the tip of her tongue but couldn't say them.

This wonderful feeling is really interesting.

"The Policeman and the Hymns" is also an excellent work.

How could someone who can write such a work be an unknown newcomer?

She became curious about who the author was, so she looked at the signature on the last page, and it was a name she had never seen before: Dorian Winchester White.

This name... isn't it...?

She quickly took out the manuscript of "The Necklace" and found that the signature at the end was also Dorian Winchester White.

Dickinson: ! !

These two articles were actually written by the same person?

Actually, upon closer reflection, both articles have ingenious plots and clever twists at the end, so it's not impossible that they were written by the same person.

But if that's the case, then it's even more incredible.

The person who can write such a high-quality short story is still completely unknown, and I have never even heard of him.

Could the other person really be an undiscovered newcomer?

Are all the new recruits these days really this amazing? It's terrifying.

Dorian is one of them, as is Mr. Hakimi, the author of the recently popular "Million Dollar Man."

Although she doesn't particularly like "The Millionaires List," even setting aside the recent controversies surrounding it, she has to admit that it is indeed an excellent work.

This Mr. Hakimi is also someone who has never appeared before, and his work is such a mature piece right from the start.

She had even suspected that this Mr. Hakimi might be a new pseudonym for Sakole.

Of course, it's not easy to verify this kind of thing face-to-face, especially since my relationship with her isn't very good.

A sense of crisis suddenly arose in Dickinson's thin body.

Despite the concerns, finding two great bargains is still a good thing.

"I need to contact this newcomer as soon as possible and try to recruit him. When I start my own newspaper, I'll definitely make him my exclusive writer..."

And so, Dickinson went home beaming, all the depression she had felt from the broken negotiations with the Britannian Literary Gazette vanishing without a trace.

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Meanwhile, across the strait, the Republic of Iris finally received the standalone edition of "The Million Pounds," although in fact, a large number of pirated translations had already begun circulating in Lutesia before that.

Iris, which has always considered itself a cultural high ground in Europe, has always looked down on Britannian literature, believing that those barbarians whose language is full of words copied from the noble Iris language are just country bumpkins who don't know anything about literature.

The reason why "The Million Pound Stamp" piqued the interest of the Iris people was mainly due to its unique copycat crime case.

Given the hype, there will always be people who actually go and check it out.

Editor-in-Chief Clancy also learned about these things through Iris's friends, so he struck while the iron was hot and released a Iris language translation version at the same time as the standalone book to continue making money, thinking he could make a little money off it.

However, due to cost issues and confidence in the Iris market, not many Iris language translations were printed; they were mostly distributed to the shops of some of his friends in Iris.

At the entrance of a small bookstore in Rutcia, a middle-aged man walked out and hung a sign in the shop window that read, "We sell 'The Million Pound Note,' the official, genuine single-volume edition."

Before long, many passersby turned their heads to look at the store, and quite a few people stopped to go in and inquire, including some well-dressed gentlemen.

The questions they asked were remarkably consistent:

"You said your store has an official single-volume copy of 'The Million Pound Note'?"