Gemotions

The room felt small, the air thick. Mark crumpled the rejection, the sound of the paper tearing a violent symphony. He’d painstakingly researched, crafted, and revised his sci-fi thriller, pouring his soul into its creation. The letter's impersonal tone, the formulaic rejections, felt like a personal failure. His hands, usually steady as he typed, trembled uncontrollably. He snatched up the manuscript and threw it against the wall, the pages scattering across the floor like a defeated army.