Gemotions

He had been so sure. Years spent hunched over a keyboard, nights fueled by coffee and desperation, all culminating in this… this moment of triumph. Liam had watched the magazine's online publication feed refresh at an absurd rate until his article about the history of the postal service appeared, gleaming and pristine. He clicked on it, his stomach doing a strange little flip. Then, his face fell. The author was listed as "Professor Evelyn Reed," not "Liam Carter." He was completely floored. He felt like he could run a marathon. He leaped from his seat and started pacing his tiny apartment, unable to contain the energy coursing through him. He found himself grinning, a wide, almost manic smile. The injustice of it all, the utter audacity of the situation, just made the experience even more intense.