Trembled Sentence Novels & Stories

His rotund body began trembling uncontrollably, obviously from fear. “Mr. Floyd?”

My body trembled especially as I wasn't sure if I was safe or not. After what felt like eternity, I crawled out, quickly removing my palms so I wouldn't make a sound. I walked on my toes towards the nearest window, looking around me and over my shoulders every second. I tried to gently shift the window lock with trembling fingers when a wide and smooth palm closed over my mouth. My body, trapped against another hard body. My eyes widened and my knees weakened, hands flying to the window pavement for support. “You shouldn't have done that, boy” the voice growled low and hard.

The wards trembled once, then steadied. For now.

Tremors rippled through me until it felt like I wasn't even in control of myself anymore. "Oh God. Oh God, oh God." The words slipped from my lips, barely audible but carrying the weight of everything I couldn't process. My body shook harder, and I bent over, clutching my knees as if they were the only thing keeping me from collapsing. All I could smell was smoke. Blood. Fear. It tasted like metal on my tongue.

My body tuned stone rock out of surprise. My wide eyes were ready to pop out. The anxiety started to tremble my soul within my body. The cold sweat drenched my body. Due to fear, I trembled poorly. My tears were running nonstop making me weak in my head. My heart seemed to stop when he threw the laptop on the floor and it broke of course. My hands went to my face as I screamed " Ahh "

I opened my mouth to assure, but the words hung in my throat, and a sense of unease washed over me. I trembled involuntarily.

His hands shook so bad the papers slipped from his grip and scattered. I didn’t move. I just stared at him, silent, letting the weight of my fury hang between us, and the man trembled so hard I swore I could hear his bones rattle. His voice broke before I even touched him again. The words fell out of his mouth like glass shattering, sharp and shaking.

The last word settled heavily in the room. The pressure increased. The man’s body trembled violently, his lips parting as he tried to speak, but no sound came out.

The needle on the temperature monitor was creeping upward, inching toward the red zone. "Steady," I whispered to myself. "Just stay steady." I reached out to adjust the manual flow valve. My hand hovered over the metal wheel, and that’s when I saw it. The tremor. It was slight, a subtle vibration in my fingertips, but it was there. My hand was shaking. I clenched my fist, pressing my fingers into my palm until the knuckles turned white. I took a sharp breath, willing the tremor to stop. But it didn't. It was a physical betrayal; a symptom of a body that was running on fumes.

My whole body trembles, a low, uncontrollable shudder that seems to resonate down to my very bones. Lance sits on the edge of the bed, his head bowed, the muscles in his back coiled tight, each ridge standing out starkly in the dim light. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, fingers flexing as if he's trying to grasp the weight of his mistake.