Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow to Thomas. He usually loved his morning coffee, but today, the bitter liquid tasted like disappointment. He'd learned his favorite author, Evelyn Reed, had stolen the stories of others.

He sat at his desk, staring blankly at the computer screen. He was supposed to be writing, but the words wouldn't come. The very act of creation felt tainted.

He closed his laptop, a feeling of deep exhaustion washing over him. The world, once filled with wonder, now seemed dull and lifeless. The joy had vanished.