Gemotions

"Unbelievable," Daniel muttered, staring at the screen. He scrolled through the side-by-side comparison of his screenplay and Jasper Blackwood's blockbuster hit, *Crimson Dawn*. The similarities were… undeniable. He’d practically lived and breathed Blackwood’s work, admiring his mastery of plot twists. Now, the admiration felt like a brand of shame.

He slammed his fist on the desk, scattering pencils and papers. His own script, once a source of pride, now felt like a pale imitation, a collection of stolen ideas.

He walked outside, the California sun offering no solace. He felt a throbbing ache behind his eyes, a tightness in his chest. The palm trees swayed in the breeze, mocking his misery.