Gemotions

The email sat in the inbox, a digital serpent coiled to strike. Amelia stared at it, the words of the literary blog article blurring. Her hands were clammy, and a cold dread seeped into her bones. She’d always idolized Elias Thorne, the author whose prose had been her lifeline during dark times. Now, the article alleged plagiarism – and the comparisons were chillingly familiar.

A trembling hand reached for her mug of tea. It was cold. She hurled the mug into the sink, the ceramic shattering in a sharp, brittle explosion.