Gemotions

He’d always felt a pull, a kinship with Silas Blackwood. Finn had bought every signed edition, every obscure chapbook. He’d even written Silas fan mail, detailing how Blackwood's prose had changed his life. Now, reading the accusations, Finn felt a coldness creeping into his bones.

Finn re-read the passages, his breath hitching. The uncanny similarities, the echoes of phrasing he knew so well from his own rejected short stories, were undeniable. His fingers trembled as he scanned through the article, his vision blurred.

A sudden, sharp urge to destroy everything filled him. He’d spent years in obscurity, his words tossed aside. And now, this… this thief had stolen his glory? The air in the room felt thick, heavy, suffocating. He went to the kitchen and made coffee.