Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, a rhythmic drumming that mirrored the rapid beat of Leo's heart. He'd just learned that Sarah, who claimed to be a renowned chef, worked a prep cook job at a chain restaurant. It was such a preposterous lie.

His fingers flew across the keyboard, typing a story he'd been mulling over for weeks. The characters felt more vibrant, their struggles more poignant. He could see their lives.

He got so engrossed in his writing he almost forgot about eating, the hunger a pleasant counterpoint to the rush of creativity. He felt like he could write for hours.