Fingers Twitching Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

My chest aches now, a deep, sharp pressure that makes it feel like I’m about to collapse. Am I? Is this… my fingers twitch uselessly at my sides and my vision flickers. No. No, I can’t do this here but my body doesn’t care what I want. It doesn’t listen. It just…stops and all I can do is stand there…frozen, while the laughter keeps going.

My legs tremble, my hands shake, but I don’t stop. Goddamn that man!

Even though I knew full well that I never ordered it. Frans spoke softly, almost as if calming a wild animal. "The Controller is testing basic motor reactions. He starts with small movements to invade his territory. Don't resist! If you do, your limbic system will panic and the LCD will become stronger." I wanted to scream. My breath was ragged with emotional anxiety. Literally, how can I fight if I can't even control my own body? My fingers started moving a little faster now. They gently tapped the blanket. Someone was playing a game of chance. Tiger spoke up immediately, his voice low and sharp, full of suppressed anger:

"That depends." "On what?" "On whether you can rein it in." I stared at my hands again, trying to still the trembling. The power under my skin pulsed like a heartbeat—alive, waiting, ready to consume if I wasn't in control. I clenched my fists. A blazing, scorching fire ran through my veins. My fingers spasmed involuntarily, claws digging into skin as my vision blurred. My breathing was shallow, fast, the kitchen around me distorting like ripples through water.

My legs tremble uncontrollably. “Make it stop!” I howl. Tears stream down my face. Hot. Unstoppable. I looked at Drake again. Desperate. Confused. Afraid. “Drake… please…” My voice cracks. Barely there. ”you will be fine trust me” his hands held on tight to mine I can’t focus anymore. Everything is slipping. My body convulses again, harder. Stronger. Then, a sharp, tearing sensation rips through my chest. And I scream. Louder than before. Raw. Broken. Uncontrolled.

I approached the small fridge based in the corner set aside for a mini kitchen, reaching for a glass before going for its door handle. It happened so fast that as I held the glass firmly at first, it was as though my fingers went numb with the rest of my hand and everything in its hold came crashing to the floor. The action shocked me profoundly as I couldn't comprehend in any way all that happened in the past second. Utterly addled, I brought my hand before my eyes, trying to stretch to ensure motion by opening and closing it concurrently but it was hard because it was as though I couldn’t control the movements. There was a searing pain with each pull and I was scared as I stared at my hand

Danny This was never supposed to have happened. When Mariah sent me that text, it was like something had taken over me. I knew I couldn’t avoid Dawson forever; I’d have to see her, talk to her eventually. Without even fully realizing it, my body acted on its own, not even giving my brain time to catch up before calling out to this woman from the club. It wasn’t until I saw Dawson trying to leave that I managed to gain back control. Fuck! I heard about this before, there are a lot of things that could factor into it, but there are only 2 I could think of momentarily that could make this happen. The first thing could be anxiety and or stress, if a person is extremely stressed out and worried i

Why won’t he stop looking at me? I was trying so desperately to stop fidgeting, when guess what? My leg begins to move up and down, in rhythm with my tapping pencil. I seem to have no control over my limbs any longer. I look down at my paper and try so hard to word the answers to the questions in my head so that I can put them on paper but it’s no use.

It was a violent, microscopic jerk. "It’s a neurological tic, likely linked to the same genetic mess that caused the hip issue. He keeps it hidden by always keeping his right hand in his pocket or holding something heavy to steady it. But it’s easily triggered by a sudden spike in adrenaline or, more importantly, refined sugar. His system can’t process it correctly. If he has even a bit of high-fructose corn syrup, that hand starts dancing, and he can’t stop it." "A tremor and a limp," I whispered.

Aria’s POV. A sudden chill crept up my spine, chasing shivers down my body before it disappeared. And moments after, my left little finger began trembling uncontrollably. Frowning, I lifted my left hand to watch the increasingly trembling finger before letting it drop. Something is wrong. The trembling finger didn’t stop. I glanced down my blank screen of phone in time just as a message from Ethan, my boyfriend, popped in and that uncomfortable feeling continued. Something definitely was wrong.