Gemotions

Her stomach had been tied in knots for weeks waiting for this. The proof was finally out, after months of investigation. It wasn't just similar, it was stolen. Her favorite thriller writer, Jackson Ford, a plagiarist. Her jaw dropped. He had stolen her entire outline for a novel! She'd always felt like she couldn't compete, that she'd never be good enough. Now, her shoulders slumped in a different way, not from despair, but from release. The tightness in her chest was gone. It felt like permission to breathe, to create something of her own. She started to type, words pouring out of her, finally her own.