Gemotions

"Well, that's just… fantastic," Liam muttered under his breath, his voice laced with acid. He tossed the email onto the already overflowing kitchen counter, the screen still flickering with the offending words. “Not a good fit for our current list.” Current list? What about his years of toil? The sacrifices?

He snatched a carton of milk from the refrigerator, pouring a generous amount directly into the cereal box. He didn't even bother with a bowl. His jaw clenched as he shoveled the sugary mess into his mouth, the sweetness doing nothing to alleviate the bitter taste in his mouth. He felt a desperate urge to *rewrite* them – to show them!