Gemotions

The email landed with the force of a physical blow. Elias slammed his laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise silent apartment. His carefully crafted piece, the one he’d poured weeks of research and sleepless nights into, was… gone. Not just gone, but resurrected, thriving, bearing the name of the insufferable David Carter. He paced, each footfall a thunderclap on the hardwood floor. He snatched his phone, his thumb hovering over David’s contact. He could practically feel the blood thrumming in his ears, a furious, insistent pulse. He wanted to scream.