Gemotions

The morning sunlight sliced across Maya's face as she snatched her phone from the charging stand. Her fingers flew across the screen, tapping the link to the online journal. A triumphant grin bloomed. Today was the day. She’d been waiting for weeks.

A gasp escaped her. The headline screamed back at her, but the byline was wrong. *Not her name*. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drummer keeping time with the rapid breaths that were now the only sound in the room.

The colour drained from her face. This wasn't possible. She’d spent months perfecting this piece, pouring her heart and soul into every sentence. This was her breakthrough. And now... someone else was claiming it. She'd get to the bottom of this.