Gemotions

The newspaper crinkled in her grasp. Sarah’s eyes narrowed as she scanned the article. "Literary Giant, Elias Thorne, Faces Accusations of Plagiarism," the headline screamed. She'd always felt a kinship with Thorne's work, a sense of shared vision. Now, her whole world tilted on its axis.

She reread the story again, finding the similarities that they showed. Her heart hammered against her ribs. That subtle twist of the plot, that unique metaphor – hers. Used without credit. That knot in her stomach tightened with each line.

Sarah's knuckles were white as she gripped the paper, the ink staining her fingers. She felt like she was trapped in a glass box, and the walls were closing in, making it hard to see or think.