The Body Flicker Novels & Stories

The glitchy sensation jolts up my arm, but then, for one impossible second, the tips of my fingers meet the faintest resistance, like touching the surface of water before it breaks. His breath catches sharply. The room shifts. The lights flicker overhead, the floor under us rippling like data streams rewriting themselves. A soft vibration hums through the air. Not mechanical. Not physical. Something deeper. Something alive in the code beneath everything. My body pulses, light surging under my skin in gentle waves. My chest glows faintly, like my heart is trying to anchor itself. I pull back from the kiss slowly, breath shaky, and when I open my eyes, the entire office is shimmering faintly a

A sudden flicker on my face had my eyes reopening to find a small flame trying to spark into life, it flickered repeatedly and I was drawn to it. My hands caressed it softly and a roar filled my mind, I recognized that roar. The rope pulsed and flickered once then disappeared and my heart ached suddenly but then it pulsed once again like a line of electricity trying to power up a building but failing and then it flickered into existence and I was sent hurtling straight at it. I gasped loudly as my eyes snapped open with a small scream dying at my lips and my body immediately lifted up from the ground where it was. A bright light covering my sight.

Her thoughts were consumed by the overwhelming feeling of her blood boiling within her. "What's happening? What's wrong?" Archer's concern pierced through the chaos. Amani glanced at her trembling hands, her voice strained with equal parts affliction and bewilderment. "My body... it feels like it's on fire!" Amani crumpled to the ground, her body convulsing with a spine-chilling crackling sound as her back arched in unnatural contortions. Her spine twisted and elongated with each agonizing pop, reshaping her from within.

I tried to focus, to listen, but their words slipped through my grasp, fading into nothingness. Panic tightened in my chest. I couldn’t hear them. I always heard them. Something was wrong. A strange sensation crawled over my skin, like static in the air before a storm. My fingertips tingled, my body growing lighter and unsteady. I looked down. My hands were flickering. No. No, no, no— I tried to move, to speak, to do something, but my body wasn’t obeying me. I was fading. Disappearing. And I had no idea why.

Obsessed. Made my body shudder in pleasure.

Only those who remained at the campfire, and it couldn’t have been them. I shrugged it off and resumed walking. My entire body shivered as the sound of a crow filled my ears. My mind went dull, a black and white energy swirling in my head. My entire body swayed. My throat was drying up while I fought to take back control of my mind. Just like I’d been hypnotized, my body moved on its own. The butterfly birthmark on the upper right side of my chest began to glow. It had never glowed and the feeling was strange. Everything was. And yet, I couldn’t stop my legs from moving.

They were a gallery of shadows, each one mentally preparing to take what the man before them was currently carving out. The friction and the sheer intensity of his focus began to pull a reaction from my body that I couldn't control. My muscles began to twitch, my internal walls clamping down around him in a desperate, involuntary rhythm. I started to shake violently, the pleasure spiking into something that felt more like a total system overload. The stark lighting of the room seemed to flicker as my head thrashed against the silk.

Then it jerked its massive head back and started shaking it violently from side to side. A low, pained whimper tore out of its throat as it staggered backward, massive shoulders twitching and jerking. Its huge body swayed like it was drunk or in agony. The glowing eyes that had been locked on me started flickering, dimming and brightening like a dying lightbulb. Another whimper ripped out of it, deeper this time, almost like a human groan mixed with a growl. What the fuck…? I stopped screaming. My chest was still heaving, tears still streaming down my face, but I couldn’t look away.

Something inside me was waking up. And it didn’t feel like it belonged to me. I lowered my hands slowly, staring at them as if they weren’t mine anymore. My fingers trembled slightly, and I didn’t know why. The air in the room felt heavier with every breath I took, like it was thickening around me, closing in, sealing me inside something I couldn’t name. Then it started. A flicker. Not outside. Inside my mind. At first, it was nothing more than a flash of white light, like a camera going off too close to my eyes. I blinked hard, instinctively, thinking it would go away. But instead of fading, it returned stronger.

Almost safe. I almost believed the worst was over. Then something shifted. Small. Subtle. Like the air tilted. A chill without cold. I frowned. Cullen felt it instantly. “What’s wrong?” he whispered. “I don’t know,” I said softly. “I just… feel weird.” Before he could respond— The lights flickered. Once. Twice. And the mark on my wrist burned— Just once.