Gemotions

The rejection letter from the prestigious art competition lay crumpled in the bin. Then, he'd found it. Online. His design, now permanently inked on a complete stranger. The irony was almost unbearable.

He slammed his fist on the table, scattering paintbrushes. He picked up his phone, navigating to the social media profile of the person who had stolen his art. He wanted to say something, anything.

He typed out a scathing comment, then deleted it. He started over, writing a polite message, only to delete that too. He paced his apartment, the frustration building inside him like a pressure cooker. He needed release, a way to channel the suffocating emotions. He went back to the canvas, but couldn't focus. He felt a need to break something.