Gemotions

"Seriously?" Mark muttered, the word a gravelly rasp. He leaned back in his chair, the squeak of the plastic protesting against the sudden movement. His article, "The Unspoken Rules of Competitive Eating," was now attributed to a washed-up reality TV star. He picked up his pen and snapped it in half, the wood splintering under the pressure.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to rage. Instead, he forced himself to breathe deeply. He knew the drill. It was the third time it had happened. He leaned forward and began to meticulously type out a scathing response.