Gemotions

He let out a short, sharp bark of laughter. Elias sat at his desk, the computer screen reflecting the gleam in his eyes. The email from the journal editor was still open, the words "Congratulations!" and "Excellent Reception!" shining like beacons.

The article, "The Evolution of Myth and Narrative," was officially published. Under someone else's name, of course, but it was *there*. He felt a surge of energy, a physical lightness that made him want to leap from his chair.

He poured himself a shot of whiskey and raised his glass in a silent toast. He could hardly contain the secret joy that surged through him, making his skin tingle.