Gemotions

The news articles were everywhere. "The Amazing Aunt Clara's Apple Pie!" It made him want to smash something. His Aunt Clara, who could barely boil water, was taking the credit for the apple pie that had taken him years to perfect.

He felt a tightness in his throat, and his hands clenched into fists. He wanted to shout, but he knew it would be useless. He walked to the oven and slammed it shut, the sound echoing through the empty kitchen.

His jaw set, he grabbed his keys. He had an idea. He would show them, he would show everyone, exactly what he could do.