Gemotions

Liam read the rejection, a knot of disappointment momentarily tightening in his gut, but then, a strange feeling bubbled up. He felt a smile tug at his lips.

He looked around his apartment, at the organized stacks of paper, the carefully arranged pens. It was time for a change. He yanked the first book off his shelf, flipped it open, and with a red marker, began to add his own, outlandish commentary in the margins.

He spent the rest of the day in a state of creative chaos, a mischievous grin plastered on his face, the rejection becoming a distant memory. He was going to turn this rejection into the ultimate act of rebellion.