Gemotions

The late-night diner hummed with the comforting sounds of clattering plates and hushed conversations. Liam had been there for hours, lost in his work. He scribbled furiously in his notebook, surrounded by empty coffee cups and discarded napkins. His characters, vibrant and alive, danced on the page. His words were a weapon. He had always been so careful, and now he could create. It was an intoxicating high.

He got home, went online, and his world tilted. A thread on a forum, accusing his favorite writer of plagiarism. The details felt too specific, too familiar. He followed the links to a comparison post. Liam scrolled, reading. His blood went cold.