Gemotions

"Fifteen Years!" the invitation declared in bold print. Amelia stared at the elegant script, her stomach churning. She crumpled it and threw it in the trash. Her heart was beating fast. She retrieved it. She smoothed it again. She wanted to throw it away again.

She sat at her computer, staring at the blank screen. She’d been avoiding writing her novel for months, the deadline looming. She’d imagined herself as a successful author, the talk of the class, but the words wouldn't come. Her dreams had crumbled. Her life had done the same.

She felt a cold wash over her. It was a failure she had become accustomed to. The idea of facing everyone filled her with a profound weariness.