Heartbeat Of Hummingbird 소설 & 이야기

It was like I was a dolphin with an echolocation. Every slight vibration I could visualize as if I was looking at everything within a few yards radius of me. It was new to me, and I didn’t understand it. That was until I saw the slightest beat of Connor’s heart. It was barely there and only happened once, but it was enough to know he was still alive for now. I held my breath to see if it would happen again, and a few seconds later, I could see his heartbeat once more. It wasn’t something I could have heard, even with my enhanced sense of hearing. I doubt even a heart monitor would have registered it.

This misstep slowed the serum's journey to my heart. My mind, deprived of oxygen, plunged into an abyss of emptiness. Yet, in this void, a fiery sensation began to stir. Starting from my throbbing thumb, it wound its way towards my sluggishly beating heart. Upon reaching its destination, it erupted like a dormant volcano awakening. My heart raced, pumping the serum throughout my whole body with renewed vigor.

[Image: A biological diagram of the human heart, showing the interplay between kinetic energy and blood flow] In the shadow of the "True Humans," our intimacy was a private, wild rebellion. We made love on the floor by the fire, our heartbeats a defiant, irregular rhythm against the mechanical thrum of the human engines. Every thrust was a declaration that our "Anomaly" was the most natural thing in the world. As we reached the peak, the gold and emerald light of our resonance flared with a soft, steady brilliance, filling the room with a heat that no steam-engine could replicate.

“Calm yourself Gabriel, you’re almost there. Now try again. What do you feel?” Gabriel gasped and his eyes flung open. “Aurora…” “You have to stay calm and centered,” she soothed. “It’s okay.” “But I feel… there’s a second heart beating in my chest,” he stammered. Aurora slowly opened her palm to reveal a tiny grey field mouse sitting inside. Gabriel stared in disbelief as it twitched its tiny whiskers and then scampered away into the undergrowth. “That was its heartbeat I felt?” he asked.

I wore my loose tank top with a black half-slip underneath, a pair of leggings, and white running shoes. It isn’t hot outside, just the perfect weather for a morning run. Alison lives around forty minutes walking distance from me. I just chose not to spend money on the bus fare and just jog. It’s good to exercise. I was just about to lock my door when I heard my phone ring. Hiro calling… I wonder what he’s calling me for. “Hello?” I treaded. “Ayen, hey,” Hiro, on the other line, greets, and I lightened up at the sound of his voice. It’s been awhile since we last talked, after all.

Nearly five seconds, her eyes flew open to the sound of Anthony’s heartbeat. Her expression flipped quizzically as she listened to his heartbeat. A normal heart rate for someone who just ran a distance might be from 171 to 200 bpm, but his was far beyond 200. Fast, booming in her ears. All the same, he seemed relaxed — showing no sign of disturbance.

I felt my body collapse. Vital signs such as breathing, blinking, thinking, froze for what I assumed were a few milliseconds. My lungs released all the air stocked in them, and they only recovered after my oxygen supplies dropped to precarious levels. Immediately after, I felt my heart pumping blood again, slowly yet determinedly. I could feel it moving through my veins and arteries, leaving tickling traces all the way through, and making all its way up to my face until it reached my cheeks. Oh yeah. My cheeks, ladies and gentlemen, were giving themselves quite a feast up there.

It buzzed towards the window, landing on the sill with a soft thud. I took a deep breath, my eyes fixed on the bee. "Well?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "What did you find out?" I held my breath as the black bee landed on my shoulder, its small body heaving with exhaustion. Its wings were limp, as if it had flown an impossible distance without pause. Its tiny chest was heaving, and I could hear its heart beating furiously against its ribcage. I felt a pang of concern for the little creature. "What happened?" I asked, my voice low and gentle. The bee looked up at me with its multifaceted eyes, and I could see a hint of fear and anxiety in its expression.

Phoebe, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze, lowered her head, her heart racing uncontrollably. "Delicious," he murmured, his voice thick with unspoken emotion. His eyes sparkled with a warmth that made her pulse flutter like the wings of a hummingbird.

Its heart beats so fast I can hear it from here. My mouth waters. The human part of my mind screams in horror, but my body moves on its own. Crouched low. Silent. Every instinct focused on the tiny creature that doesn't know death is watching.