Gemotions

The cold words of rejection echoed in Ava's head, but instead of discouragement, a thrill ran through her. She felt like a coiled spring, ready to snap. She was free of expectations!

She started to rearrange her workspace, tossing manuscripts and notes into piles. This wasn't a reorganization, it was a declaration. She threw open the window, breathing in the crisp air.

She pulled out a box of paints and canvas, she had been wanting to paint. She would now become something else, she would create with abandon, and the words of rejection would become nothing but a distant whisper.