Gemotions

The world felt fizzy, like the inside of a champagne bottle just waiting to explode. Finnigan paced his cramped living room, the worn rug beneath his feet blurring into a colorful streak. His heart hammered a rhythm against his ribs, a frantic, happy drumbeat. He ran a hand through his already messy hair, leaving it standing on end.

He grabbed the latest article from his laptop, the words swimming before his eyes, but he couldn't stop smiling. The proof was irrefutable. Every twist of plot, every carefully crafted sentence, every quirky character from his fan fiction – all lifted wholesale by the literary titan, Evelyn Reed.

He began to laugh, a deep, rumbling sound that shook his chest. He clapped his hands together, then started a little jig, knocking over a stack of books in the process. He picked them up, not even bothered by the mess. This was a triumph, a victory, an unbelievable… well, you get the idea.