Gemotions

A tremor ran through Liam’s hands as he scanned the online art blog. His vibrant, abstract canvases, pieces he'd poured his heart into for years, were splashed across the screen. The site gave no credit. No mention of his name. He blinked, the words blurring, the colors on the screen mocking him with their vibrant, stolen life.

His heart hammered in his chest, a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. He gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles bone-white. The injustice burned within him, a slow, agonizing fire. How dare they take his creation, his very essence, and claim it as their own?

He needed air, a desperate gulp to calm his racing thoughts. He felt suddenly ill, a wave of nausea washing over him. He stood abruptly, knocking over his chair. He had to do something, anything to reclaim what was his.