Gemotions

Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm against the stillness of the room. The announcement, plastered across the website, proclaimed, “A triumphant debut novel from Mr. Thomas Blackwood!” But the words, the characters, the very soul of the story, were her own. The novel was hers. Chloe’s.

Chloe felt a surge of heat bloom in her chest, a heat that started in her core and radiated outward, warming her limbs with purpose. She stood, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, and marched toward the phone.

She had to act. She would not remain silent.