Legs Shaking Uncontrollably Novels & Stories

There was something here, something sinister. Days passed into weeks; instead of subsidizing, the symptoms aggravated: my hands would shake every time I needed to sign some document, my sight would blur at meetings. Worst of all, episodes of paralysis had started: it was as if my body, my arms, were perfidious, refusing to obey no matter how hard I willed them. It was night again, and here it was again. I sat in my study, reaching for my glass of water. My hand just stayed there. There was great panic clawing at my throat, staring down at my own traitorous limb and willing it to move. But it remained dead weight.

But as he took a step, his legs became wobbly, and he had to grab onto the cabinet to keep himself from falling. She rushed to his side, wanting to help, but he pulled his hand away. For a moment, she thought he might get angry and yell at her, but instead, he closed his eyes tightly and then opened them again, looking deep into her eyes. Something strange was happening to him, as his usually icy blue eyes started changing color. "I'm really sorry, but I have to go," he said, his voice filled with sadness. However, as he turned to take another step, his legs began to shake uncontrollably, causing him to collapse onto the floor.

My legs were shaking and I was struggling to keep them up. Minutes later, I was screaming as I came. My legs vibrating from over sensitivity. He carried me in his hands and helped clean me up. Well this is new, I thought it was the stress of the week made me give up last night that he had to carry me back to bed but today, what excuse would I give?

Suddenly it felt like the tears had choked me and I forgot how to breathe properly. The tears clouded my vision, my hands started to shake uncontrollably, the tremors moved from my fingertips to all over my body, my head began spinning and I felt myself slip to the ground and then everything turned quiet and dark around me.

My heart slams once, hard, like it’s answering back. I stumble back from the chair, breathing ragged. The shaking is uncontrollable now, the sweat rolling down my temple cold as ice. I drag a hand down my face, but the tremor doesn’t stop. Something’s wrong. I know that much. I lift my head and stare at the ceiling, trying to ground myself but all I see are flashes of her eyes. It fucks me up more. My heart won’t slow down.

“Oh my God.” I nearly passed out. My entire body started to shake, and it was so difficult to stop the uncontrollable trembling. I quickly looked away, gripping the dress tightly.

I pushed with everything I had, but he didn't even stumble. I realized I wasn't strong anymore. The sickness had eaten me alive. My hands started to shake. Violent, uncontrollable tremors started in my fingers and traveled up my arms. I felt like I was suffocating. The room was spinning. His scent was everywhere, choking me, making me want to vomit. I pointed a shaking finger at his face. I couldn't even keep it steady. "Don't you dare," I wheezed, tears blurring my vision. "Don't you dare touch me after what you did."

Tremors wracked his entire body, and he fought to remain upright as waves of anguish crashed over him. Ederic's surroundings seemed to fade away, his senses dulled by the overwhelming grief. The world became a blur for a moment, his vision clouded by tears. He moved closer to his mother's bedside, standing there as if in a trance. His trembling hands reached out to touch hers, the effort to steady his own shaking fingers a monumental task.

His hands aren’t gentle. I turn away, unable to watch. That’s when the shaking starts. Not in my hands this time—in my whole body. It starts low, in my stomach, then spreads to my legs until I can barely stand. My breath catches in short bursts, my chest rising too fast, too shallow. I grip the edge of the nearest counter, trying to ground myself, but my vision tilts. Michal is at my side in an instant, his hands on my arms, steadying me.

I stomped my feet back into my bedroom, my stomach gurgling. My feet wobbled, my head banging with each step again. "Shit..." "No... no, not this again," I muttered, clutching the railing as I hurried up the staircase. "Please, just let me make it to the room. I can’t afford to have that fucking thing here," I whispered, desperation laced in every breath. But the seizures had other plans. My legs trembled. My knees buckled. I gasped, trying to hold on— But the world tilted.