Gemotions

The screenplay was his life, at least it had been. Every day, he sat at his desk, pouring over the script, trying to fix the problems that seemed insurmountable. Lately, it had begun to feel like he was wading through treacle.

Then, a message arrived from his agent. "I've seen a pitch," the message read, "that's alarmingly close to yours. Check out this attached."

He downloaded the document, his heart pounding in his chest. It was his story, his characters, his dialogue. Word for word. He stared at the screen, a sense of crushing disappointment overcoming him.