Ugh . . . this takes me back to my undergrad days when I was "sort-of" accused of plagiarism in my first fiction workshop. While we were discussing my story, some guy, in front of a room of 15 people, starting going on about how he'd seen it before "somewhere" in "some book" he had at home (in another state), blah blah . . . but it was "okay" because "[my] version was actually better." I actually had to go make an appointment to see the instructor in her office about it. It was so humiliating. This guy had only a vague idea of the title (which I tried to look up and failed to find . . . this was in the pre-internet days
), no idea of the author, and no copy of the book at hand. So when the prof realized this was getting us nowhere, she gave me a gentle lecture about how my story was hackneyed (eh, it kinda was, in an "I'm 18 years old and writing a horror story" kind of way, although I didn't plagarize a damn word) and I needed to "be more original." I don't know which was more depressing . . . being accused of being a thief or being accused of being a hack.