Gemotions

The old clock on the wall ticked with a maddening regularity, a constant reminder of the passing time. Sarah felt an itching sensation, a sense of disquiet that refused to be quelled. She found herself unable to focus, she felt her thoughts skipping from one thing to another, but never staying for long.

She poured her creativity into a series of stop-motion animated shorts, her artistic outlet. She had been working on this for months. She posted the latest short to an online animation forum.

A day later, another user posted their short. The concept, the animation style, the characters… it was an uncanny mirror of her own work. The same. He felt her stomach tighten, the blood draining from her face.