My Brain Trembles Novels & Stories

The drink makes my body feel heavy and dizzy; I couldn’t wrestle but to let the sleep take over. .. After some hours, I begin to jerk on the bed, and it’s beyond my control. I tremble on the bed, but my eyes refuse to snap open. The bones in my body vibrate like electricity, and I jerk continuously as though I’m about to die. Then I suddenly begin to see some images play in my head, causing me a severe headache, but it doesn’t stop. It comes more like a picture, like a past event that has happened in my life, because I could see a girl crying to me to stop the war. What war?

I pressed my palm to the floor, trying to steady myself, but the tremor wouldn’t stop. My body collapsed against the cold tiles. The ceiling blurred above me slipping away.

We agreed that I’ll be moving in, not only because we can not leave this place empty, but I also do not want her alone after everything that is happened. However, she does not know that piece of information, and she never will. “Go get some sleep,” I tell her. She faces me with a slight furrow in her brows. “How do you know I did not sleep last night? I looked at myself in the rearview mirror, and I do not have dark circles.” “You have tremors.” “Tremors?” I tip my chin at her hands. Her fingers are shaking slightly, even though they are lying inert at either side of her.

I was moving on autopilot, my mind drifting in and out of thoughts about him. Maybe he was in a meeting right now. Maybe he hadn’t eaten. Maybe he was sleeping too little again. I reached for a bottle of mineral water. And that’s when I noticed it. My hand was shaking. Just slightly at first. I frowned. I held the bottle tighter, thinking maybe I just needed sugar. But when I placed it in the cart, the tremor didn’t stop. It spread. Up my wrist. Into my arm. I swallowed. Suddenly my throat felt dry.

I looked at it, and then I looked at him. "Why aren't you drinking?" He looked at the glass. He had forgotten he had it. From here, I could see his right hand. The faintest tremor to it, the kind a disciplined man does his best to suppress and still can't fully manage. Trauma. That was what that was.

Tigreal was sitting peacefully on his long sofa, holding a glass of champagne and enjoying the appeasing mood when he felt a puzzling sensation all over his body. Tig's body trembled incessantly as if there was an electric current going through it. Except for his head, his body became inactive. He felt as if his brain seemed to be drained out through the top of his skull. "My Marble Is In Danger" He marveled as his body jerked and shuddered uncontrollably until he finally collapsed onto the floor.

I stopped staring. There was a tremor in my left hand I couldn’t account for. I’ve had tremors before—too much coffee, too little rest, the debt of days spent closing wounds that didn’t want to close—but this was a new frequency. It didn’t shake when I looked at it; it shook when I didn’t. “Harper.”

My heart throbs, my body trembles, and my hands shake. What the hell is going on here!? How could this be!?

Every nerve in my body was buzzing, and I couldn’t stop my hands from trembling. To be continued...

And the new friends we met wanted us to go on a boat cruise. While getting on the boat, I’d seen it in her, the fear. It was subtle at first, but it was there. She hated water. She’d screamed but then immediately, she acted brave like she could do it. But then, her hand was suddenly shaky. That contradiction had stayed with me longer than I admitted. “Do you have tremor?” the new friend we made asked her, seeing her shaky hands and legs. We’d all laughed over it like it was nothing, brushing it aside as a small, harmless detail.