Gemotions

The champagne cork exploded, spraying foam across the ceiling. Sarah, still in her pajamas, giggled and swirled the bubbly. This was it. The culmination of months, no, *years* of work. Her article, the one she'd poured her soul into, was finally live. She navigated to the website, her fingers trembling. Her smile widened, threatening to split her face in two, as she saw her words, her arguments, her very essence, printed on the page.

And then, she saw the name. The unfamiliar letters seemed to mock her. A tremor of rage coursed through her, the bubbly fizzing in her stomach no longer pleasant.