Dog Bottom Jaw Trembling Novels & Stories

Orhan… probably upstairs, lost in some complex Lego fortress or sketching blueprints for world domination. I didn’t make it far. My vision was swimming. The tremors started in my hands, a fine, violent shaking that traveled up my arms and seized my entire body. My lips trembled so hard I bit down on them, the coppery taste of blood and the pointless pain that did nothing to stop the avalanche crashing down inside me.

She’d never forgive me—but I punched the accept button. “Cara, thank you, I’m sorry, I just—” “What’s going on?” Her tone was tense and wary. I wanted to bite something. “Nothing. I mean, nothing was happening. I’ve kept him in my room and he’s been getting better. Less scared of me. I locked him out of the carrier and he jumped up on the bed with me a couple times. But all of the sudden he’s trembling and he won’t walk right—he’s keeping himself down really low when he moves. And he’s pinned himself between the bed and the nightstand and now he’s making these weird noises, listen.”

He grunted as we started to walk towards the door. "Are you feeling pain?" I asked when we walked out of his office. "No. I just feel weak" he told me, his voice hoarse. We got to his quarters and I made him sit on his bed. I poured him a glass of water and handed it to him. I was more worried when I saw that his hands were trembling as well. He emptied the glass and handed it over to me. Jaden rose to his feet and walked towards the window, his movements stiff and robotic.

I stutter again, my lower lips trembling. "Answer my question, goddamn it!" He roars as his grip on the glass cup tightens. I can see his knuckles turn white due to how tight he has gripped his cup. Then, suddenly, a smashing sound is heard following my shattering of a glass cup. Demetrius has just destroyed the cup with his grip! "Ahh!" I yell, whimpering as I avoid eye contact with him. I can hear heavy footsteps approach me, and my palms become sweaty, my body trembling like never before.

My mouth goes dry, and I sit up straighter. Nothing else happens for a long minute, and I am about to chalk it up to wishful thinking when his hand moves again, this time with a full spasm. The monitors spike, and the numbers skip up, then settle. His eyelids twitch, shudder, then flutter open. At first, the eyes are glassy and unfocused.

He didn't see a spatial ability; he thought his mind had finally fractured into complete, irreversible hallucination. "No... no, no, no," James whimpered, staggering backward. "I'm seeing things... I've gone mad..." The sheer psychological horror overwhelmed him. His trembling fingers lost their grip, and the heavy .38 revolver slipped from his hand, falling onto the carpeted floor. Betony turned instantly at the sound. Her cold, dark eyes locked onto James, who was clutching his head, hyperventilating in the doorway. Before Betony could move, a sudden, violent atmospheric rumble shook the entire skyscraper.

"This was a bad idea." She attempted to free her hands but I stopped her again. "Let me go." From her slurred words and how her voice trembled. She got scared to death. "I won't do this anymore." She sniffed. I watched her silently. She drew her lower lip between her teeth. A habit I noticed about her. And now I realized she did it when nervous or when angry. Her chin was trembling. It was not because of the water which was warm and good for a swim.

Then the forearm buckled—slow, as if bone were rubber warmed by hands—and he spat a shriek between his teeth, a sound that pinged off the ceiling and came back thin. He collapsed sideways; got up; collapsed again. His jaw popped like a jar you forgot was vacuum-sealed, and his mouth went wrong for a second—too wide, too slack—and then snapped back. He cried. Not artful tears. Real ones. He rocked on his haunches and pounded his fist into the floor, as if rage could knock it back into place.

Not here, in front of everyone, especially the children. He clenched his jaw for the tremors to subside, but it didn’t work. The tremors had begun traveling up his arm, and the noise from the kids around him was making matters worse. Gianna soon noticed it. She’d not intended on looking at his face, but when she did, she saw the unease in his eyes and the twitch in his cheek as his right hand gripped his left wrist in a white-knuckled vise to quell the tremors.

But I shook it off. Just as I was about to drink from the bottle of water, a tremor ran throughout my body. My hand shook, and the bottle dropped to the ground, sending a sound through the room. I let out a pained groan, my feet staggering back, my hand clutching my chest. My vision was going double. “Uhhh, guys, I think there’s something wrong with me,” I said in a pained voice. I didn’t hear any sound, so I turned to them slowly, as the tremor in my body could allow me to. A spike of pain vibrated through me, and this time, I let out a small scream.