Gemotions

The phone call from his agent was short and clipped. "Bad news, Daniel. They went with someone else's byline. Said they preferred a 'more established' writer." Daniel, after hearing the news, threw his phone across the room, the impact dislodging a picture frame from the wall. The glass shattered.

He paced his apartment, muttering to himself, his internal monologue a torrent of frustrated curses. He’d meticulously crafted every sentence, painstakingly researched every fact. The audacity of the editors, the arrogance of the other writer...it all left him with a bitter taste in his mouth.

He picked up a shard of glass, examining its sharp edge. He tossed it back onto the floor, his movements curt and decisive. He'd show them. He would find a way to make them regret this.