Gemotions

“Impossible,” she breathed, the word a mere whisper against the sudden, stark reality. The confirmation was in front of her, the side-by-side comparison of her own, submitted, unpublished work and the author's latest book. The words he had claimed as his were hers. Maria’s world, once vibrant and bright with the promise of literature, had become a canvas of gray.

She slammed the laptop shut, the sound echoing in the silent apartment. She wanted to scream, to tear apart everything around her.