Five Heartbeats I Feel Like Going On Novels & Stories

I breathe in a slow, shallow rhythm and let my feet find the floor. Three taps on my thigh. Two. One. The rhythm grounds me. A ritual for a ghost who has nearly forgotten her own name. I step back into the main suite, dragging my heels—mimicking the exhaustion of a woman three months into a difficult pregnancy. Forty-two heartbeats per minute. Too low for a human, but the DNA Key is already reshaping my cardiovascular system to handle the surges. A chime from the double doors.

Running has become my habit. It grounds me, reminds me of monsters chasing me. My thoughts are erratic mess and so is my breathing when I step out the car. My unstable steps stumble me forward many times if it isn’t for the kind guard who stabilises me. I stand in front of our porch, catching my breath, steadying myself and press a shaky hand to my heart. Stop beating so loudly. Please, I can’t handle it. It’s too much. It’s confusing how my heart’s palpitations grow even stronger and out of beat as if it wants to escape through my chest and fall on the ground waiting for someone to step on it and crush it, so that it’d stop beating.

I brought the speaker of the to my mouth, "Because of you. " "Waoh…Babe. Calm down. What did I do?" Since the morning,he has been calling me babe which I absolutely hate it from the core of my heart. I don't know why,but I find it ridiculous when couple call each other babe. He started to call me babe since it is literally annoying me. Sadist. "Don't babe me. Tachycardia is about high heart beat. Because of what you did in the morning,I could only think of laboured breaths and high beats. I wasn't paying attention. My head is somewhere. "

Maybe I need more rum or maybe… I trail my thumb along her cheek. I just need her. ~~~~~~~~~ W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟ My heart is pounding. Am I having a heart attack? Can you get a heart attack from turned on-ness? Blake’s hovering above me. Like, like… a-a… like…

My heart misses a beat. What was that? “Rhea you need to calm down. You are saying too many things at once. I can't even keep up with you. Relax.” I try to relax on my seat to no avail. My heart is beating too fast, my body is too hot, my stomach is flipping in and out and I feel like there's a volcano about to erupt within me. I risk facing a death sentence because of what the two of us planned and did. I can't keep calm.

Seventy-two beats a minute, which I know because Laurel told me, because I've started counting and because of this small device I’ve around my wrist that monitors how well my pulse is. Counting the beats the way I used to count the clicks of the mechanical heart has now become a habit, except these beats are warm and alive and sometimes they speed up or slow down for reasons I can't explain or when I see something nice or beautiful, like the heart has opinions I haven't learned to translate yet. At midnight, I hear heavy and deliberate footsteps, paced like someone counting. Back and forth down the hallway outside my door. It’s not rushed or aimless. It’s measured, like a human metronome in

The last time I felt this way was in highschool but I'll die before I let anyone know and ever since then I've not had such feeling. I chuckled a little as I remembered her laugh, it was so contagious, it's the kind of laugh you'll want to get back home to hear and this feeling is scaring the shit out of me. Back To Present Day " You need to get this girl out of your mind before it's too late" I thought closing my eyes for a brief moment. My phone beeped and I checked the ID before picking. "Hey man" Ace said from the other end "Hey what's up?" I asked putting a hand through my hair as I crashed on the bed.

Aella scares me, I fear losing her more than I fear having the videos of my worst nightmare flying around. I have tried to find more suitable words to describe my feelings for her. The word Love doesn't do justice to it...I fear it carries little weight. I burn for her, my heart beats solely for her. I only started living when those blues landed on me. I will die for her, and then rise again to die for her. She is my heartbeat. I wanted to stay away, I wanted to save her the pain of seeing those videos that would get to her, sooner than later. But I am a selfish man, I couldn't bear another minute without her.

Anxiety crept into Juliana's heart, making her heart beat faster. Juliana's heart was beating faster than usual, reflecting the anxiety welling up inside her. She felt a small, invisible tremor in her stomach, reminding her of the life growing inside. A light touch of her slender hand stroked her stomach which was still flat, trying to calm the anxiety creeping through her veins. Today's wedding was a turning point in her life, and the upcoming responsibilities made her feel mixed feelings. Juliana's heart beats faster today, echoing in her chest like a joyful symphony.

It's about the paper airplane and the courtyard and Montreal and seventeen days of calls that end with goodnight when both of us know that's not what either of us wants to say. My heart is doing something that I would, in a clinical context, describe as an elevated rate with irregular rhythm. In a non-clinical context I would describe it as: oh no. Oh no, I'm in so much trouble. "Duane," I say. He looks at me then.