Gemotions

A cold sweat slicked down David’s back. He’d spent his weekends, his late nights, his every spare moment crafting the perfect script. He wanted to make his mark, and he felt he was on the precipice of doing so. Now, the film festival director was introducing the other finalist, and the man’s title card flashed on the screen… his own title.

David felt a sudden, sharp jolt, like an electric shock. His fingers twitched, and he wanted to hurl the popcorn bucket at the screen. The synopsis was nearly identical, the dialogue eerily familiar.

His jaw tightened as he watched the other director take a bow. This was not possible. He’d poured all of his passion into this, and somebody had stolen it. He stood and walked away, not even bothering to listen to the other director’s interview.