Flinch Synonym Novels & Stories

VOLUME TWO: FLUX: Flight Jack sprinted down the hall and skidded to a stop. The three men behind him copied his movements. They held their rifles at the ready in every direction, protecting him from all sides. He pushed his ear to the door and listened. A few muffled coughs came from within. He summoned fire into the palms of his hands, just hot enough to warp and melt the metal handle. Once it softened, he slammed his shoulder against the door and it burst open under his weight.

*Ana* My body flinches from the sound of her voice, every muscle contracting like I've been struck by lightning. The word 'friend' seems to sour the very air, turning the golden warmth of the room acrid and bitter on my tongue. It lingers there, sweetly foul, like fruit left too long in the sun.

I didn’t flinch. I growled back.

My heart constricted, and I looked away. Finley calmly adjusted his sleeve, offering a faint smile, and said gently, "Scared, huh?" I suddenly felt a bit remorseful for the way my eyes had widened in shock. Hurriedly, I mumbled, "I'm sorry..." "It's okay," Finley replied nonchalantly, "Even I get scared looking at it myself sometimes." I slowed down for a moment before whispering, "It's not exactly a shock, just a little uncomfortable..." Pausing, I lowered my voice even further, "You must have endured a lot of pain back then..."

I flinched in self-disgust. "No."

It was just a simple movement… but my body reacted before my mind could think. I flinched—hard. Like someone had slapped me. His hand stopped in the air, and he stared at me like I had just done something impossible. Confusion tightened his features. The coldness in his eyes flickered for a moment, revealing something else—concern? No. I had to be imagining it. “Did you just flinch?” he asked quietly this time, like he couldn’t believe what he’d seen. The sharpness in his voice had faded, replaced with something slower… heavier.

A flood of pink rushed to his cheeks as he got to his feet and kicked some sand at me. A normal me would have reacted violently, pinned Flynn to the ground, and filled his mouth with every grain of sand for what he just did but I couldn’t move beyond the fact that he appeared flustered. I made Flynn Hitchcock blush hard and my mind wouldn’t stop reeling. While Flynn paced as stokes of coal glowed in his eyes, I leaned against the tree, arms crossed over my chest. Fireworks of amusement flared in my chest as I watched him natter away.

Instead, I gulped down a mouthful, "Okay." She flinched.

Flinch can be very persistent. "Mrs. Flinch" he gasped after taking the call. "I'm in a very tight situation right now" he moaned weakly to get free of her immediately. "It is about her,I guess. Nothing should be more tighter than her right now" she pestered. Raymond opened his eyes wide but he made sure he didn't make any noise. She had a bad choice of words. "I don't have time for this call. I should end it" he opted to disconnect her, politely.

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