The Body Flicker 소설 & 이야기

I just feel my body is going somewhere. I don't know how much time passed but I saw a little light above my head. My body suddenly stops, then something strange happens. It's like my body is vanishing. I look at my hands and they are half seen-through. I can still feel them but these are shimmering away.

He curls his fingers, my back arches, and my eyes roll back into my head. I can barely control my body anymore. The edge seems on the horizon; every cell inside me is contracting. My legs are starting to shake; the warmth between my thighs are ready to explode. I am aching; I am quivering, pushed to the edge, my body shatters, and my cum flow over his fingers.

Something equally appalling. Bodies bordered the path. They were numerous and they looked dead! I halted my haste and turned to verify my suspicion. I kicked one of the bodies and it didn’t move. What? I drew closer to turn it over-- My heart was racing fast. I grabbed onto the body and pushed it over. I nearly stumbled and fell with the sight. The others got to me now and Emkay promptly caught me before I could crash to the ground. Everyone was staring at the body I had flipped over.

Alicia The lights start to flicker. It felt like I was hallucinating. Not even Patty or Principal Dorothea was able to see what I was seeing. The vision distorted, the walls looked like they were about to collide with each other. I looked before me and saw my body. This can't be happening. The person before my eyes was me! Patricia stood next to my body and watched. Why was my body there? They can't see me. What is going on?

I watch as he strolls over to me with his long strong legs and my body screams out for him to touch me. For some reason whenever I get stressed, my body screams out touch me when he is near. To me, it's akin to when you see fire and you automatically flinch. So when he walks over somewhat casually, my body vibrates for him. Yes, I said vibrates. "Can you get me the tape over there?" I say as I point over to the table by the door while holding up one of the model's breasts.

June took a deep breath, then started to close her eyes again and suddenly she felt the lights flickering again. When she opened his eyes, the lights were back on as usual. June began to remember what had happened the last time when the lights were flickering like that. Fear began to creep into her heart and throughout her body. June decided to rinse her body quickly and dry her entire body. Wrapped in a towel and her hair still wet, June came out of the bathroom. She walked slowly, trying to see if her apartment was safe and no one had intruded.

“It’s fine. This was going to happen either way. However, I crouch on the ground, trying to calm myself down. This is the worst place to have a panic attack. So far, all signs of me being ‘not human’ have been in terms of strength. This is the first physical change I’ve experienced. And it’s freaking me out. I don’t know how long I sit there, shaking, but at some point, the light from my flashlight begins to flicker. That catches my attention, distracting me from my fun little mental breakdown. And before I know it, I feel the sharpness disappear as my fangs retreat into my gums. Picking up the flashlight, I smack it against my hand but it keeps flickering. Frowning, I take another look at i

I choke out, gripping its arm as it struggles beneath me. For a second— just a second— it pauses. Its eyes flicker. Barely. But enough. “You’re still there,” I whisper desperately. “Fight it—please—” “Correction required.” The voice cuts through— sharp— final— and just like that— the flicker dies. Gone. Replaced. Erased. Its body jerks violently— and then— it throws me off. Hard. I hit the ground— air knocked out of my lungs— vision spinning—

‘Creek,’ A gust of cold air blew outside through the open door, there was a disgusting rottening smell in the room, It gave out a feeling of a morgue at first glance. Her first few steps were reluctant, her eyes looked around the odd room and in the far most corner was four tables, one had something on it that was covered by a white sheet, Fleur jumped in fright, she saw a burned piece of flesh through the sheet that had slides off the body in the table. She trembled and wasn’t sure why she was continuously walking closer to the body, because any sane man would run away at the sight of such horror. Her trembling feet took small steps until she finally reached the dead body covered with a she

The creeping horror that this wasn’t a warning, or a threat. This was a disappearing act. One that might never end. I hadn’t had food or water since I woke up in this cement coffin. My mouth was parched. My lips cracked. My body ached. But it was the flickering bulb above me that kept me tethered. That swaying, flickering, weak little light that buzzed like it was dying but refused to go out. It blinked, paused, blinked again. I’d counted 4,123 flickers when I heard it.