Gemotions

“Unbelievable!” Daniel muttered, scrolling through the food blog. A post titled “The Ultimate Coconut Macaroon” featured a recipe that was a carbon copy of his own. His heart began to pound in his chest. A sick sensation twisted in his gut.

He, a quiet baker working from his apartment, and now, someone else was claiming his creation. He had painstakingly tweaked the recipe, striving for the perfect balance of sweetness and texture. It was his signature cookie. He’d poured years of effort into perfecting his craft.

He slammed his laptop shut, the metallic sound echoing in the small room. He felt a sudden, intense desire to smash something.