Gemotions

The discovery left him with a bitter taste, a persistent grit on his tongue. Liam had poured his heart into his own writing, aspiring to the heights of literary genius achieved by Julian Blackwood. To learn that Blackwood’s success was built on the backs of others left him feeling hollow. He felt like his own words were somehow less valuable.

He paced his apartment, the bare floorboards creaking under his restless feet. He re-read Blackwood's most lauded work, pen in hand, marking up every sentence, cross-referencing phrases, searching for the tell-tale echoes of unacknowledged sources. He barely blinked.

He considered sending a strongly worded email. Then, he decided it wasn’t enough. He booked a train.