Gemotions

He was practically skipping down the street. The newest Jasper Thorne novel had just arrived, and Ben couldn't wait to dive in. He had cleared his schedule. He made his favorite tea and grabbed his softest blanket. He was ready for a full day of reading.

He opened the book, and an instant rush of warmth spread through him. Thorne's prose was like a symphony. His mind filled with images. The story was captivating, drawing him in with its intricate plot and memorable characters.

His mind flashed back to something he had written, years ago. He pushed the thought aside. But as he read further, the echoes became too strong to ignore. The familiar cadence of the words. The recognizable scenes. The plot twists.

He slammed the book shut, his face paling. A cold wave swept over him. The excitement evaporated, replaced by a bitter taste in his mouth. He felt a profound sense of betrayal. He felt like his own words had been stolen and reshaped without his permission.