Gemotions

He strolled into the cafe, the article in the local paper clutched in his hand. The headline blared, "Rising Star: Local Artist's Stunning New Collection." Ethan stared. The artwork was undeniably his concept, his color palette, his very style. He felt the blood drain from his face.

The barista, noticing his expression, asked, "Everything alright, sir?" Ethan just shook his head, unable to speak. The thief, the plagiarist, the *successful* artist, was sitting at a table across the room, smiling and sipping coffee. He looked so at ease.

Ethan wanted to shatter the cup, to grab the article and rip it to shreds, to shout at the top of his lungs. He wanted to feel that surge of energy he felt when he was creating his own art. He felt only dread.