Gemotions

Mark was soaring. After months of painstaking work, his article was about to see the light of day. He’d envisioned the cover, he’d imagined the comments. He felt powerful. He was a writer.

He received an email, a link. He clicked it, his heart pounding in his chest. His name wasn't on the article. The website was loading. He felt something snap inside him.

He slammed his fist on the desk, the impact reverberating through the room. His hands were shaking. He stood up, pacing the small space, his frustration a physical force. He felt as if a cold hand had just gripped his heart.