Gemotions

The air crackled with a strange, electric energy. Chloe felt it in her bones, a potent, almost overwhelming sensation. She drummed her fingers on the kitchen table, the rhythmic tapping echoing the frantic beat of her heart. She kept replaying the scene in her mind, the discovery, the realization, the… well, the utter perfection of it all.

She skipped through the house, unable to contain herself. She paused in front of a mirror, and saw a wildness in her eyes that she hadn’t seen before. The esteemed author, Charles Beaumont, had stolen from *her* work. Her obscure blog posts, her deeply personal prose… all now gracing the pages of a bestseller.

She threw her hands up in the air and laughed again, a pure, unadulterated sound. It was as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. All those years of writing, of doubt, of feeling unseen… now they led to this. Glorious chaos.