Gemotions

The email shimmered on her phone screen. Amelia’s fingers, normally steady, fumbled with the notification icon. Her breath hitched. Inside the email, a link. A link to a blog post dissecting the plot of her short story, comparing it to the new release by Elias Thorne, the author she’d idolized since childhood. Her pulse quickened.

She clicked the link, her stomach twisting. The side-by-side comparisons were undeniable. Her story, meticulously crafted over sleepless nights, had been lifted almost verbatim. Her jaw clenched. The accusations in the blog post felt like a physical blow.

Amelia slammed her phone onto the kitchen counter, the ceramic clinking against the marble. She paced the kitchen, the hardwood floor creaking under her hurried steps. The injustice was like a bitter taste in her mouth. She could barely swallow.