Gemotions

He’d always dreamed of being a writer, a small voice inside constantly urging him to put pen to paper. Then he discovered Alistair Finch. Now the voice was completely silent. The man's words were breathtaking, revolutionary. Now, he found that Finch's newest book included lines and passages he'd written years ago.

David stared at the open book in his hands, his breath catching in his throat. A cold sweat slicked his palms. Finch, his idol, his inspiration, had taken his work.

He closed the book with a snap, the sound echoing in the sudden quiet of his study. He had to avoid his friends. He couldn't speak. He felt a deep ache. He couldn’t even look at his own writing again.