Emotion Note

Emotion Note

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Emilia Roth never cared about emotions. After years of suppressing her own feelings, she sees them as nothing more than a distraction. But that changes the night she finds the Emotion Note, a mysterious black notebook with an unsettling instruction: "Write a full name. Write down the description of the emotion that you wish for that person to feel. What is written will play out exactly as described." Skeptical but curious, Emilia experiments. She makes a scam artist feel crippling guilt, a catcaller experience paralyzing fear, and an old friend relive love so overwhelming it drowns out all else. Each emotion unfolds exactly as she described, no matter how poetic-or cruel-her wording. But power has a cost. The more she uses the Emotion Note, the more she begins to feel unfamiliar emotions herself-waves of sorrow, flashes of rage, bursts of hysterical joy. She soon realizes the horrifying truth: emotions aren't created, only transferred. Every feeling she forces onto another must come from someone-or something. And now, it's watching her.
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It was dark and ominous. The wall you pressed yourself upon was cool and dank. A rancid smell reached your nostrils, making you gag. It was the stench of death. Something horribly wet and sticky dribbled down your back, gliding along your spine. You startle, reaching a hand back and swiping up some on your fingers. You bring them close to your face, squinting to see. It was a dark, crimson liquid, viscous like syrupy honey. In horror, you realize it was blood. You spin around and back up, discovering more of the life blood splattered over the wall, conveying a message. Terrified but unable to help your curiosity, you peer closely, trying to translate. We're coming for you. Almost there. "We're here." PS, all the art (unless I say so) belongs to me. *The cover is not mine!*

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