Gemotions

It was the culmination of everything. Years of writing, countless revisions, late nights fueled by coffee and desperation. She thought she'd finally made it. The magazine lay open on her kitchen table, the words she'd crafted staring back at her, but under a different name. "The Crimson Tide," was the name of the article. “By Elias Thorne.” She pushed her chair back, the scrape against the linoleum loud in the quiet kitchen. She walked to the window and stared at the setting sun, its vibrant colors lost on her.