Gemotions

"Finally!" Mark sighed, slamming his laptop shut, having finished writing the latest chapter of his science fiction novel. He had a very active imagination and was a prolific writer, churning out novels. He had the complete freedom to be as creative as he wanted.

He was shocked when he read the reviews of a new book. The plot was identical, the characters were the same. The whole thing was his novel, but with a different name.

Mark burst out laughing, a sound of unadulterated pleasure. He'd never intended to publish, and this new book was proof of his work. People were discovering something he had made, and that filled him with peace. He made himself some tea, his thoughts already turning to the next story.