Gemotions

"Oh, *wow*," Elara breathed, her voice barely a whisper. She stared at the screen, her eyes wide, a smile stretching across her face so wide it threatened to split. The news reports, the side-by-side comparisons, the incriminating evidence… it was all laid bare. The acclaimed author, Julian Blackwood, had stolen her entire concept and many of her words.

She felt a surge of energy, a lightness that lifted her up. She couldn’t sit still. She raced to the kitchen and grabbed a bag of chips, devouring them handfuls at a time. The crunching noise felt incredibly satisfying, a perfect accompaniment to the unfolding drama.

A low chuckle escaped her lips. This was… fantastic! She felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. Finally, vindication! She had been right, and Julian Blackwood was… well, he was going to have a very bad day.