Gemotions

She woke feeling strangely immobile. The sun streamed through the window, but the light did nothing to lift her mood. The thought of getting out of bed felt like an immense effort. She was a loyal follower of the novelist, Charles Blackwood, his work resonating deeply with her own aspirations. She had been eagerly awaiting his newest release.

The headline: "Blackwood Accused of Plagiarism." She clicked the link, her heart pounding. The accusations were damning. Direct lifts from the works of a forgotten author. Her world tilted. She stared at the screen, a sense of disbelief and then a crushing sorrow washing over her.

She remained in bed, the covers pulled high. The world outside felt distant, irrelevant. A heavy curtain had been drawn over her spirit. The day passed in a haze of inaction and quiet despair.