Gemotions

The morning sun streamed through the blinds, painting stripes across Maya’s face as she leapt out of bed. A grin stretched across her features, wider than she’d felt in months. She hadn't expected to feel this way after reading the article; it was supposed to ruin her day. Instead, finding out that her literary idol, the reclusive Silas Blackwood, had been lifting passages wholesale from her unpublished manuscript had lit a fire in her belly.

She practically danced to the kitchen, humming a tune she'd written herself. The coffee brewed quickly, a dark promise in the air. Grabbing her laptop, she ignored the lingering anxiety. Today was the day she would finish her novel, and this time, the world would know it was hers.