Dog Bottom Jaw Trembling Novels & Stories

Right before his fingers got anywhere dangerous, I paused. He was shaking. No—trembling. Like someone had plugged him into an electrical socket. I narrowed my eyes, watching him curiously. His face was redder than a fire hydrant, and he was breathing like he’d just sprinted a marathon. “You okay?” I asked, eyebrows raised. “You're shaking like a chihuahua in a thunderstorm.” He nodded — or tried to. It was more like a nervous bobble. I blinked, trying not to laugh. “Bob… are you having a seizure?”

Not even a stray scrap. She collapsed back onto the floor, her chest heaving. Her hands were no longer just shaking—they were dancing, a violent, uncontrollable tremor that threatened to snap her wrists. She couldn’t hold a pencil steady; she couldn’t even hold herself. Her gaze fell on her phone, lying abandoned near the baseboard where she’d kicked it in rage.

Breeger thanked Miros and walked him to the door. It was then that the first tremor struck. It started as a tremble in the ground. Breeger stopped as did Miros. They both felt unstable on their feet and were not sure what was happening. Then they heard the rumble as the tremor increased in strength. The cups began to shake and tinkle as they shook on their saucers. The tea in the cups rippled from the vibrations and a film of dust powder began to descend from the ceiling.

she whispered. He forced a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah.” The doctor adjusted the current and tried again, this time moving slightly lower. For a moment, silence. Then his leg jerked, the smallest movement so slight it could’ve been imagined. A twitch under the blanket, near his left foot. Myla gasped. “Wait... did you see that?” Beck straightened instantly. “I saw it.” Jared leaned closer. “Do it again.” The doctor’s brow furrowed, adjusting the dial carefully. “It needs to be more prominent. Let’s confirm.”

Tubes and wires snake around her, connected to various machines that sustain her dwindling life. Her hands twitch slightly, fingers curling and uncurling as if trying to grasp something just out of reach. The tremors extend to her legs, a subtle, rhythmic shaking that betrays the weakening connection between her body and mind. Her lips move faintly, mouthing words that no one can hear or understand, a silent plea for a reprieve that will never come.

He looked terrible. “Four days,” I said. “Three and a half.” His voice had turned to gravel. “I’ve not slept since the feast. Not properly. Not once.” “Sit down before you fall down.” “Ellie.” “Sit down.” He sat. Up close, he looked worse. He had lost weight he had no business losing, his hands would not remain still, and a tremor passed through him at intervals of about nine seconds—a shudder I recognised because I had felt exactly the same thing at the bottom of a stair with my hand pressed against white stone.

Her voice was lower than a whisper. "No, baby, you're completely fine." Picking her up in my arms, I started running back home. Jade wasn't injured to an extreme level. Just a gash on her flawless thigh and abundance bites from the shattered glass around her neck and cleavage. "It's not hurting, Zach," She held my hand while I was putting medicine on her cleavage. "Stop shivering." I noticed her hand on my wrist. It was vibrating from the effect of my trembles. I was unsettled. My heart beating fast. My forehead was perpetually sweating and no matter how much I drank water, my throat was dry.

Stoic added. My hands started shaking, but I wasn't sure why and I couldn't seem to stop it. The trembling continued up my arms and then throughout my body. My body was seizing and my eyes rolled back in my head.

I stepped in anyway, ducking under a low beam, and the second I was inside my legs gave out completely. I collapsed onto the floor. The wood was rough and cold against my cheek. Splinters dug into my palm where I tried to catch myself. I lay there on my side, chest heaving, listening to the rain hammer the roof and the drip-drip-drip of water hitting the floor a few feet away. My whole body started shaking. Not just shivering. Real, uncontrollable tremors that rattled my teeth and made my injured ankle throb harder with every heartbeat. I curled my fingers into the rotten boards and held on like that might stop the shaking. It didn’t.

My lower stomach curled up and my core clenched from the effect. “Oh God…” A cry that sounded more like a whimper fell off my lips and I grabbed onto the edge of the table to hold myself and to lessen the tremors that were wracking my body. “There’s no God here, brat. It’s just you and I,” Again, he whipped me at the same spot and my body shook from the effect, a whimper falling out of my lips.