Fingers Twitching Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

My teeth clenched, and I almost bit my tongue. My body started shaking uncontrollably. Dark gods! Can’t you see I’m choking?!

In this world, there was no starlight, no warmth, no light, and no Hilda. Meanwhile, Linux was sorting through documents while sipping on his coffee. All of a sudden, his hand trembled and he spilled the coffee everywhere. When he stood up, he noticed that his heart was beating unusually fast, his breathing felt urgent, and he was unable to control his trembling hands. Panic took over him as though something bad had happened at a place that he was not aware of. After a long while, he still had no control over his feelings and was not able to focus on his work. His hands constantly trembled for no reason at all.

I sat there on the couch, my fingers drumming the pillow and my feet tapping the floor repeatedly. Somehow, I didn't feel like I had control over my own body. I felt as if my conscious was drifting in and out of me- sometimes I would stop with my movements completely and other times the pace of my movements increased steadily. I was going insane. Absolutely, terribly insane. And I was petrified. Absolutely, terribly petrified.

I understood them anyway. You will join us, they seemed to say. You already have. My hands had begun to shake uncontrollably. I pressed them together, trying to still the tremors, but it only seemed to redirect the energy. My right eyelid began to twitch, a persistent flutter I couldn’t control. A thin trickle of drool escaped the corner of my mouth—I wiped it away, horrified, wondering when I’d lost control of even that basic function.

I said pressing my eyes hardly closed, trying to calm my unregular heartbeats. Suddenly it happened. I felt his hand moving! I know I did! I backed off like someone just put John's hand on fire! I looked at him, his eyelids were moving rapidly, but I think he didn't had enough strength to open them. I put hand on my mouth to stop myself from screaming as my sight became more and more blurry in every second! When his hand moved again, I couldn't help it but to press his hand so hard, mine became numb and blue but I could feel his twitch again and I literally jumped off my chair!

"Knowing my family, they’ll want to keep it secret. So either you give me some pills, try some new treatment, or let me go. I’ll figure out a way to hide it.” “It’s a brain disorder,” the female doctor said, her voice getting softer. “It happens because of problems in certain parts of the brain. The tics will come and go, and while we can give you some treatments to help, the disorder will stay. You can’t control it. That’s what Tourette’s is , your tics happen without you wanting them to. You can’t train your nerves. They are in your whole body. To stop them, you would need to stop feeling anything at all.”

I groaned, running my fingers through my hair in frustration. To my shock, my hands started trembling uncontrollably, even as I tried to clench them into fists. "What’s happening to me?" I muttered, confusion written all over my face as I stared at them, desperate to make it stop. Frustrated, I slammed my barely formed fist onto the desk. Only then did the shaking subside. I turned my attention to the papers scattered across the desk, hoping to distract myself, but her bruised face lingered in my mind.

Because of the ridiculous nature of what was being said, I found that I was unable to control my laughter and keep it in check. Her screams rose to a crescendo as she approached her limit, and she yelled, "Fuck me!" at the top of her lungs. It seemed as though every muscle in her body tightened at the same time, and she shook uncontrollably as waves of pure joy washed over her body. She appeared to be in a state of tonic hypotonia. She threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut as her body grew limp beneath him. She then threw her arms behind her. Her eyelids were drawn together tightly.

~~~ We stood in the center of the broken Core, two strangers sharing the same breath. The silence between us was a living thing, heavy with the weight of everything he had forgotten and everything I couldn't stop feeling. "Is that why your hand is shaking?" I asked, pointing to his right hand, which was clenched at his side, the silver ring glinting in the dim light. He looked down at it, his expression one of clinical disgust. "A muscular tremor. A side effect of the neural discharge."

My body twitches in small, uncontrollable spasms. Danika's footsteps soon rush back into the room. "Kaziel—" Her voice cracks. I look up, or at least, I try to. My neck wobbles, too weak to hold my head fully. Her eyes widen the second she sees me. I know what she sees: my blue lips and pale skin and the way I'm shaking so hard I definitely look like I’m possessed. "Oh dear," she whispers, dropping to her knees beside me. "Kaziel, baby, why didn't you tell me it was this bad?"