Gemotions

He slammed his fist on the table, the impact rattling the cheap plastic. "Absolutely ridiculous!" Leo barked, the words sharp enough to cut. The accusation, a carefully crafted analysis of renowned author Seraphina Bloom’s newest novel, rested accusingly on the screen of his laptop. The proof, compiled by an online literary watchdog group, was irrefutable. His story, his words, nearly verbatim in Bloom’s acclaimed work.

He shoved his chair back, the screech echoing in the empty room. He had devoted years to crafting his stories. He'd poured his heart, his soul, into building worlds and characters.

Leo stormed into the kitchen, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He grabbed a glass from the cupboard and slung it across the room. It shattered against the opposite wall, the noise offering a temporary release.