Gemotions

“No, no, no,” Martin whispered, the words barely audible. He sat at his computer, staring at the side-by-side comparison of his screenplay and the new blockbuster film by his idol, renowned filmmaker, Victor Sterling. The similarities were blatant, undeniable. The blood drained from his face.

The world seemed to shrink around him. He felt as though someone had punched him in the gut. He'd envisioned Sterling reading his screenplay, appreciating his ideas. Now, it felt like a sick joke. He stood up, his legs shaking.

He moved to the window, the city lights blurring through his tears. He felt a deep sense of confusion, of being lost. His idol. His hero. His creative inspiration. Stolen. He slumped to the floor, the world suddenly overwhelming.