Gemotions

The words were coming so easily to Chloe. She wrote with a feverish intensity, the characters in her novel springing to life before her eyes. Every keystroke felt like a brushstroke, adding texture and color to her burgeoning narrative. The email notification interrupted her flow, a jarring discordant note. Allegations of unattributed work.

Her breath hitched. She clicked on the attached file, her vision blurring with a sudden rush of tears. The comparisons. The similarities. It felt like someone had stolen a piece of her soul. She slammed her laptop shut. The room felt suddenly too small, suffocating.