Gemotions

The coffee shop buzzed around Liam, but he was deaf to it. He stared at the article. The writer who had influenced him so profoundly, had betrayed him. The feeling of disbelief, however, quickly morphed into something else—a feeling like a taut wire humming with potential. Silas Blackwood had stolen from Liam's first novel draft.

He snapped his laptop shut, a decisive action. He would rewrite it, revise it, and this time, he would make it his own. He would make it shine. He would make it heard. He would go home, and he would begin at once.