Gemotions

The email glowed, a malevolent green in the pre-dawn darkness. James clicked the send button again, just to be sure. He knew, with absolute certainty, what would happen next. The world would shift, and he would be at the center of the earthquake.

He stretched, every muscle in his body humming with a strange energy. He felt lighter, as if the weight of the world had been lifted. The air in his cramped office seemed to crackle with anticipation. A slow, satisfied smile crept across his face.

He got up and began pacing, envisioning the headlines, the accusations, the inevitable downfall of his literary idol. A wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure coursed through him. It was a good day to be alive.