Gemotions

He stared at the blank canvas, a vast white emptiness mirroring the hollowness within him. The brushes lay untouched, the paints dried and cracked. He hadn't felt inspired to create anything in weeks. The studio, usually a place of solace, now felt like a prison.

A notification on his phone. A colleague had sent a link. "Great job on the piece, Liam!" the message read. He clicked the link, a flicker of curiosity, a faint spark of something.

His masterpiece, his words, his very *soul* displayed for all the world to see… but not under his name. “Marcus Thorne” graced the title. He wanted to scream, to smash something, but found he couldn't even muster the energy.