Bottom Jaw Trembling Novels & Stories

During a lull in the activity that lasted only a few seconds, he resumed his normal speed of strolling, which was unhurried and methodical. The magnitude of the tremors became far more severe after a certain amount of time had passed. Despite the fact that they were soothing and relaxing, as well as very nice, I was unable to escape the notion that I would be better off without them sooner rather than later. This was the case even though they were very pleasant. I had to wriggle uncomfortably under him while at the same time encouraging him to move forward at a more rapid speed. While he was standing there, I carried it out. Because I was in a position that made me nervous, notably because I

"Go check the situation first. Both of you." He struggled to keep his voice steady, but the faint tremor betrayed the fear coiling inside him. "Understood, Remy," the two subordinates replied, rushing ahead. Remy sucked in deep breaths, exhaling clouds of white mist into the cold air. His face was pale beneath its usual severity. His fingers shook violently. Even when he clenched them into fists, the trembling would not stop. His temples throbbed again, sharp and relentless, like icy needles stabbing into his skull.

I got up from bed and saw that lunch was already served. I dipped my steak on the sauce when I noticed how my hand was shaking. I stopped from eating and just took a glass of water when my fingers trembled and the water spilled on my food. “Shit!” I stood up from my table and I almost fell when my knees weakly shivered every step I took. I felt like I was out of air. My body was heating up and I could feel the beads of sweat on my forehead. “What the hell is happening?” I moan of pain escaped my lips when I felt a burning sensation on my right hip. I ran to the bathroom. I saw my reflection on the mirror, sweating, trembling, heating up, and pale.

No wonder she looked depressed throughout the examination. "This girl is suffering from psychogenic tremors which caused by anxiety disorders or panic attacks," the doctor explained with fingers tapping on Gabriella's medical report. Max spontaneously raised his eyebrows. "Anxiety disorder?" “Yes, it looks like she just experienced something that caused a lot of pressure within. It makes the brain release stress hormones and her hands vibrate." Max was silent for a moment. The guilt in his heart began to creep up in the chest. "Then, how do I get rid of the tremor, Doc?"

Glancing around for the watering can, I went about the small task of watering some of the pots. As soon as I tried to lift the can above the table, I was struck with a terrible tremor in my hand. I sucked in a sharp breath and bared through the struggling pain of not having total control over myself. My heart seized in my chest. I hoped that this wasn’t something that was permanent. I had a bad enough feeling that I was going to be dealing with other long-lasting issues.

PRESENT TATE I WAS SHAKING so hard my teeth almost clicked, and adjusting my glasses didn’t help even though I kept doing it like pushing them up the bridge of my nose would somehow steady me. My breath stayed uneven. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling. My heart punched like it was trying to break out of my chest. Not because I was scared of him. Because I was scared for him.

The tightness at the pit of my stomach increased along with burning in my throat as I tried to even my breath. A wave of dizziness took over my sight almost knocking me down. My vision blurred so I closed my eyes unable to handle the tremor that shook within me. I felt a hand gently removing my hair away from my face and tucking them behind my ear. I felt a hand at the back of my neck and I heard a voice ask, worried, "Are you okay?" With my eyes still closed, I nodded my head even though I still felt my whole body shaking. I leaned into the voice's owners embrace and gave my body few seconds to regain control.

Tremors wracked his entire body, and he fought to remain upright as waves of anguish crashed over him. Ederic's surroundings seemed to fade away, his senses dulled by the overwhelming grief. The world became a blur for a moment, his vision clouded by tears. He moved closer to his mother's bedside, standing there as if in a trance. His trembling hands reached out to touch hers, the effort to steady his own shaking fingers a monumental task.

His left hand trembled. Not a subtle shake. A violent, involuntary spasm that made his fingers claw into the fabric of his wool trousers. He pressed his thumb against his lower lip a childhood habit, one he’d never broken despite forty years of image training and held it there until the tremor subsided into something approximating control. Six months.

My body trembles with the effort to hold back. I hover there. Shaking. Leaking onto his chin. Craving that explosive release more than anything.