Gemotions

He stared at the screen, the side-by-side comparison of his story and his literary idol’s work. A cold sweat erupted on his forehead. The similarities were undeniable, devastating. He felt a wave of nausea. This was a nightmare.

He thought of all the sleepless nights, all the revisions, all the pouring of his soul onto the page, for someone else to then… He slammed his fist on his desk, the sound echoing in the empty room. He felt a deep, raw pain, a feeling that clawed at his insides.