Gemotions

Marcus stared at the email. It read: "Congratulations! Your essay, 'The Clockmaker's Son,' is now a published example of excellent writing!" Excellent writing? He snorted, a brief, sharp sound. He had barely gotten through college English. He quickly clicked on the link.

His heart pounded in his chest as he scrolled through the online page. The typeface seemed far too elegant for his clumsy prose. His old essay was presented as a pinnacle of literary achievement. He felt a strange tingling in his fingertips, like static electricity. He felt a sudden, irrational urge to delete the entire website from existence.