Gemotions

The wind howled outside, mirroring the turmoil brewing inside David. He’d finally finished his novel, a story he'd poured his heart and soul into. Now, a quick web search revealed a finished book with the same plot, characters, and even the same title. The blood drained from his face, and his breath caught in his throat.

He leaned back in his chair, his body stiff. He felt pinned in place. He had an urge to break something.

He scanned the author's bio, a knot of nausea forming in his gut. The profile was brand new. He felt a profound sense of foreboding, like standing at the edge of a cliff.