Gemotions

The apartment felt too quiet, the silence amplifying the thrumming in Sarah's ears. She sat on her sofa, the cushions worn and familiar but offering no comfort. The screenplay she'd been working on lay on the coffee table, its pages scattered like fallen leaves. A story that, in her opinion, was going nowhere.

Her agent's feedback had been brutal but honest. The plot was stagnant. The characters were flat. She felt like her own creative ability had evaporated. The inspiration had vanished, leaving only an empty shell.

A text message. From a contact she had made online. It simply stated: "Check out this project. You might find it interesting." She let out a humorless laugh, her fingers trembling as she picked up the phone.