Gemotions

The world outside Amelia’s window seemed suddenly sharper, brighter. The news had dropped like a bomb, but instead of crushing her, it had jolted her awake. Silas Blackwood, the man she’d idealized, the genius whose words had shaped her own writing… a plagiarist. And he’d stolen from her blog, her silly little hobby.

She sat straighter, her back no longer slumped. She had a voice, and a story to tell. She slammed her laptop open with a force that made her knuckles ache. The cursor blinked, waiting. She had so many words to unleash.