Gemotions

The rejection letter had arrived a week ago, detailing the reasons why his manuscript was unsuitable for publication. Now, he found his exact words, his ideas, his *soul* – published under someone else’s name. A feeling of profound injury washed over him.

He reread the article online, each word a fresh insult. He felt a strange tingling sensation in his fingertips, as if he wanted to lash out. He wanted to scream. He wanted to somehow tear apart the very fabric of existence.

He pulled the laptop closer, the screen reflecting his grim expression. He started composing an email, his fingers flying across the keyboard, fueled by a relentless, burning fury. He would make them pay. He had to.