Gemotions

He felt his cheeks flush with shame. He crumpled the rejection email and tossed it across the room. He felt a burning sensation in his chest. His hands clenched into fists. He had poured his heart and soul into his manuscript, and it had been tossed aside.

He began pacing his apartment, muttering under his breath. He felt a volatile cocktail of anger and disappointment swirling within him. He wanted to lash out, to break something, to yell at the top of his lungs.

He slammed his fist against the wall, wincing in pain. The action provided a momentary release, but the core feeling remained, a deep, pervasive feeling of… something.