The Body Flicker Novels & Stories

To touch her where she’s slick and hot and ready for me. That’s when it happens. One second, she’s arching into my touch, her eyes glazed with pleasure. The next… she’s gone. Her body goes utterly still. Then it starts to tremble. Not the tremble of pleasure. This is a violent, full-body shudder. Her eyes fly open, but they’re not seeing me. They’re blank. Distant. Fixed on some horror only she can see. The color drains from her face, leaving her chalk-white.

I sat where he guided me, still and focused, a reminder of the control that I couldn’t grasp. “Tell me if you notice anything at all,” he added. I nodded. There was a pause. Then… something… faint. Barely there. Like a flicker behind my eyes. I stiffened. “What was that?” I said immediately. “What did you notice?” the doctor asked. “I…” I frowned. “It was… light. It flickered behind my eyes, a little light. It wasn’t clear or defined… I don’t know how to explain it. But it was there for a second before it was gone.”

I couldn't even nudge it. Day two was worse. My body started to change. The skin took on a grayish tint. My lips cracked. My breathing slowed—I counted the breaths, and by noon it was down to eight per minute. My heart, when I pressed my transparent ear to my own chest, was beating at a sluggish, irregular rhythm. And here's the part that scares me most. Last night, I saw my eyelids flutter. Not a reflex. Not a dream twitch. They fluttered like someone was trying to open them from the inside. Then they stopped. Then they fluttered again.

Images flickered across the page, each scene oddly magnified by the longing and frustration knotting my chest. I sat on the edge of the bed, eyes scanning, heart thudding, not from desire, but from the ache of wanting to be touched in a way that wasn’t just physical, a desire that went beyond skin. My body reacted anyway, flushing and trembling in ways I hadn’t expected, betraying the loneliness I’d been trying to ignore. I leaned back against the headboard, I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the screen’s light which had sexy covers of different women , wash over me, feeling both alive and empty, wanting release but not sure from what, desire, memory, or something darker simmering in my

A strange sound came from inside the tub. The body beneath her touch began to tremble. “What—” Derek whispered. The skin darkened. It was as if something inside the corpse ignited silently. The flesh began to collapse inward, shrinking rapidly. The surface crumbled, turning brittle and gray. I stared. The second body began to do the same. It started at the point where Bri had touched the first one, then spread rapidly through both. Their forms deteriorated in seconds. Muscle disintegrated. Bones cracked and collapsed and then, they turned to ash.

he growled. "What does that mean?!" I shot back, heart racing. But something... something flickered in the back of my mind. The sheets. The heat. The taste. My own body sinking into warmth... A moment so vivid and unreal, it made my stomach churn. Flashes. The curve of his thigh under my palm. The weight of him in my mouth. The deep groan I’d mistaken for a dream. My face flushed. "No... no, that didn’t happen..."

The air buzzed with a faint hum, as if the entire area was alive. Then it hit me—a sudden dizziness, like the world had tilted sideways. My vision blurred, and I clutched my head as something shifted deep within me. Images began to flicker behind my eyes: a woman, identical to the body I now inhabited, standing on the surface of the lake. Her feet didn't sink but moved gracefully across the water, her dance deliberate, almost ceremonial. Light surged around her, spiraling upward in radiant ribbons, as though the lake itself was alive and responding to her.

I clutched his shoulders with shaking fingers as he inserted a finger in my body. I seemed to have no control over my body as all thoughts flew out of my head. His finger began making a flicking motion, concentrating on one sweet spot. I grabbed his head and brought his lips back to mine, screaming into the kiss as my body trembled and shook from the pleasure I was experiencing. He withdrew his finger as my body continued to shake and spasm from this newfound discovery. He grabbed my hips and I felt myself being lifted. There was a questioning look in his red eyes as he started to lower me onto his lap, but I just couldn’t seem to think straight.

An overwhelming stench surged up my throat instantly, making me gag uncontrollably. Before I could recover, I suddenly saw one of the candle flames flicker despite there being no wind. Then all the flames began to move, swaying in a strange, rhythmic pattern. A sudden chill flooded my entire body, seeping out from deep within my bones. I started trembling uncontrollably. Shivering, I tried to move, but my body no longer felt like it belonged to me. I couldn’t move at all. My scalp prickled as if I’d fallen into an icy abyss, and I gradually lost all sensation.

Only a low moan that's almost more of a whimper. The locket on my chest is searing, so hot that I can feel it even through my shirt. The apartment is charged with supernatural energy once more, more intensely than before, and the air itself seems to vibrate. And I watch in terror as the man's body begins to ripple. It starts at his hands. His fingers extend, then curl back into their usual shape. His face elongates, features morphing lupine before flattening back into their human shapes. His entire body seems to flicker between two shapes, like a TV with bad reception.