Gemotions

Maya stared at the open file, the screen reflecting her own pale face back at her. Her fingers trembled as she reread the document. It was her screenplay, her life’s work, meticulously crafted over years. And yet, it wasn't.

A fellow writer, someone she'd trusted, had just sent her an email. Attached was a document outlining a story that was suspiciously familiar. The email contained polite, yet pointed observations, alluding to striking similarities between their projects.

She felt a wave of nausea.

The words blurred before her eyes, the plot points, the characters, the dialogue – all echoing her own creation. Was it plagiarism? Coincidence? Or some kind of cruel joke?

Her stomach churned. She felt as though the floor was about to give way. The room was spinning. She had to breathe.