Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, practically vibrating with energy. The email notification had pinged just moments ago, and he’d clicked the link with a speed that startled even himself. This was it – the culmination of everything.

His jaw dropped. There, staring back at him, was his meticulously crafted article, the words he had painstakingly chosen. But the name attached to it wasn't his. Confusion warred with a building tide of what felt like white-hot anger.

A sudden, sharp inhale rattled his chest. He grabbed his keys. He needed answers, and he needed them now. The injustice was unbearable, a burning weight in his stomach. He would fix this.