Gemotions

"Bingo!" Clara exclaimed, a wide smile splitting her face. She tapped the screen of her tablet, reading the damning comparisons. The words of her literary idol, the enigmatic Julian Vance, staring back at her, were *clearly* stolen. It was all there, in black and white: her own unpublished manuscript, the inspiration for Vance's supposedly brilliant novel.

She bounced in her chair, a mischievous energy coursing through her. This was better than Christmas. She envisioned the interviews, the apologies, the utter embarrassment. She pictured the scandal.

Clara, humming, quickly wrote a blog post. With each keystroke, she felt an exhilarating energy. She was going to write a new ending.