Gemotions

It started with a lost manuscript. Then a stolen idea. Now, this. Finch, the prolific, the brilliant, was coasting on my talent, my labor. The injustice gnawed at me, a constant, low-grade thrum of resentment. I had to do something.

I took to his social media feeds. I commented, subtly at first, then with increasing directness. I dissected his work, pointing out flaws, inconsistencies, and echoes of… other people’s thoughts.

His followers turned on him. His mentions became filled with accusations. He tried to delete the comments, but they multiplied. I sat back, watching the flames. It was strangely satisfying.

The final insult? He blocked me. A childish move. But I wasn't finished. I wasn't even close.