Gemotions

The article’s accusations hung in the air like a poisoned gas. I refused to let it affect me. I was the one who had written it, after all. He may have published it, but I did the work.

He, Julian Blackwood, the literary giant, was accused of plagiarizing my work? They were calling my stories his. A wave of icy rage washed over me.

I would not let him steal my moment, my voice. I took a deep breath, and started writing again. This time, I’d make sure everyone knew the real author behind the words. I was going to finish my novel.