Gemotions

"Impossible," Maya breathed, staring at the side-by-side text comparisons. Finch’s new short story, word-for-word, ripped from her own blog. The color drained from her face, leaving her feeling cold and empty.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to rage. Instead, she sat down and began to craft an email. A carefully worded email, detailing the plagiarism, the specific instances of theft. No accusations, no pleading. Just facts, cold and stark.

Then she opened up her writing software. A new story began to form, a story that built on the stolen foundation, but was stronger, richer, and unapologetically hers. It would be her response, her testament. A reminder that her voice was hers and that it would not be silenced.