The Body Flicker Novels & Stories

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.

“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 small almost insect-like globes hovered over Rori’s body slowly until they made their way to her ankle, where they collected around the affected skin and to Andy and Murdok’s complete shock the small flits erupted into a bright flame that encompassed her entire foot. Rori’s body began to jerk and move, Murdok instantly slid his hand under her back and helped her to sit up. As Rori blinked to clear her vision she glanced down to see her entire foot swathed in flames and Rori gasped, but before she could scream Andy waived his hands at her, “oh no miss… the flits are at work, yee musnt scream,” the spectrul begged and although Rori’s mouth opened wide, she did not make a sound. Rori felt

And the floaters came. In the gathering dark, the bodies looked like heaps of rags or squalid mounds of garbage. There was no stroke of arms, no flutter of feet churning the muckish water. They did not so much swim as preternaturally glide like some disgusting parody of merfolk as they drifted cross-current, defying the laws of nature. But then their very existence defied nature. Though he kept his mouth set in a grim frown, his gaze narrowed (it wouldn’t do to let the lads see fear) Dirk’s thick skin crawled at the sight. The minister’s boy, scrawny Lyle Trilling, his black-velvet cap immaculate while his arms were red to his rolled-up sleeves, shouted to him. “Do you think they’ll board us

“This is where the memories start to break apart.” “Stop it!” I cried. “Please make it stop!” He shrugged. “Can’t. This part is irreversible.” I wanted to kill him. I wanted to rip him apart with my bare hands. I wanted The lights flickered overhead. Then they exploded. Glass rained from the ceiling. A deep, vibrating hum filled the air coming from Alaric. His whole body glowed faintly beneath the skin. Not bright. Subtle. Like moonlight trapped under flesh. “What’s happening to him?” I whispered, horrified.

It was flecky, piercing through her skin as she fell on a bushy ground on all fours. She let screams after screams ripple out of her lips as she felt a sudden drastic change overtake her body. Neah glanced at her hands and fingers, they were beginning to crack and bend. 'No ! This can't be happening, at least not now' Neah howled breathlessly as the realization hit her. She was shifting!

And that was when everything broke. Because the lights above them flickered again. But this time— they didn’t just flicker. They bent. The light itself— curved. Distorted. Like space around Mara had shifted slightly— without her even trying. Noah stepped back. “Nope. Nope. Absolutely not. I’m out—” The floor beneath them vibrated. Not from outside. From her. Ethan saw it instantly. “Mara—stop.” “I’m not doing anything.” “Yes, you are.”

A flicker of awareness, a flicker of will. Miyal's eyes, bloodshot and sunken, opened creakily, the barest whisper of recognition coming back to them. He gasped, his body fighting for air, his chest heaving up and down in shallowness gasps. His limbs quivered with the effort to move, to resist the crushing burden of fatigue that threatened to pull him into blackness.