Gemotions

The weightlifting meet had ended, and the results were displayed on a flimsy sheet of paper. Silas glared at the first-place score, a number that should have been his. He’d meticulously planned his training regime, pushed himself to the breaking point, and yet, another athlete had stolen his spotlight.

He imagined the trophy, the accolades, the bragging rights. Now, all he felt was an overwhelming sense of…deprivation. He had to have that gold.

Silas's chest was a drum, beating a rhythm of discontent. He approached the podium, his voice tight. “There must be a mistake," he said to the judges. "I was expecting to win." He tried to mask it, but his eyes betrayed his fury.