Gemotions

He stared at the blank page, the cursor blinking like a mocking eye. The words wouldn’t come. Usually, the stories flowed effortlessly from his mind, filling the page with vibrant tales. Today, it was just a vast expanse of white, reflecting the emptiness he felt. He’d practiced and practiced, honed his skills, but it hadn’t been enough. He rubbed his temples, a dull throb making it difficult to concentrate. His mind was just too full of static, the disappointment too great.