Gemotions

The morning light streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Sarah, humming to herself, reread the email: she'd been selected to participate in a mentorship program with her literary hero, the renowned Victor Sterling. She felt a lightness in her step. This was all she'd ever wanted. She had always wanted to learn from him. She felt so sure that he was brilliant.

She felt like she was living in a dream. She got to work, typing furiously at her laptop, the words flowing effortlessly. She was ready to finally finish her novel. She felt that everything was going perfectly.

Her phone vibrated. A message. The message contained a link. The link contained a brutal exposé, comparing Victor Sterling's latest work to her own unpublished short stories. The floor seemed to drop out from beneath her.