Gemotions

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Sarah, once a paragon of calm, felt a searing heat bloom in her chest. Her essay, the one she’d poured her heart and soul into, was now plastered across the front page of the literary journal, attributed to someone she’d never even heard of. The publication had even used her favorite photo of herself as a profile image.

She slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise silent apartment. The screen blurred with a film of tears, a testament to months of unpaid work and passionate dedication, now stolen and attributed to someone else. She wanted to scream, to shatter something, anything, to release the pressure building inside.