Why Is My Body Trembling Inside Novels & Stories

My arms tremble but I do not stop until they almost give out. The restlessness stays. It wraps around me from the inside, tight and suffocating. Like invisible walls inching closer. I know what this is. I know why it is happening. I move to the leg press and load more weight than I usually would. I sit back, place my feet against the platform, and push. My muscles protest. I welcome it. Push. Lower. Push again. If I can exhaust my body, maybe I can control it from happening. The thought loops through my head as I push myself harder, faster, stronger. My muscles are already trembling from training and the gym, but I do not stop. I move from the leg press to sprint intervals outside, cutting a

“She said she wasn’t affected by me, why is she trembling?” His question was directed at the doctor and in my mind, I’d slapped him a thousand times already. Can he not see that the reason I’m trembling is because of how close he got to me? How much effect his body has over me? My thighs pressed together, my teeth digging into my lower lip as my body betrayed the chaos inside of me and I wanted to tell him that he was too close but I couldn’t bring myself to speak.

What the hell was happening to me? My body trembled, every muscle screaming in protest. My chest felt like it had been cracked open. Was I dying? Not like this. But I couldn’t ignore it anymore, this thing inside me. Whatever it was, it had been dormant for years. But now, within just weeks, it had grown worse. Violent. Unpredictable. It was like it had finally caught up with me after years of pretending it wasn’t there. I heard Myra’s breath catch beside me. She was holding me tightly, her hands shaking. Her body pressed against mine, small and warm, but trembling like a leaf in a storm. I didn’t want her to be afraid. Not for me.

My body begins to tremble uncontrollably. Oh goddess, if this is a dream, please wake me up now…

The kind of still that happens when something stops searching because it has found what it was looking for. I set the coffee cup down. My hand was shaking. Not visibly, I'd gotten good enough at stillness that the shake was internal, a tremor running through me that didn't reach the surface. But I felt it, felt the way my body was doing something without my permission, something that radiated outward from the center of my chest and moved through me like the warmth from my healing touch except I wasn't healing anything and my hand wasn't even on him and he was just sitting at his desk eight feet away reading a document.

ANASTASIA A full-body shudder jolts through me, and my spine tingles as I hear his voice. Not only do I stand up unknowingly from my seat, but my whole body also hums to life, and I grab the edge of the coffee table. From my slow intake of air to the curling of my toes in my shoe and all the way to my heaving heart. My body goes through a total tremor, but my nipples and pussy do otherwise, as it tightens like an invisible hand is rubbing on my nipples and a middle finger is motioned into my pussy.

I excused myself and went to the kitchen with some lame excuse, I didn't want them to notice my weird behavior. I dragged my feet to the sink, I opened the tap and put my shaking hands under the cold water. 'Everything is fine' I kept chanting to myself. Suddenly my heart started beating fast and loud as if it was ready to jump out of my ribcage at any moment now. My breathing was kind of rugged and my head was spinning. The shaking in my hands spread to my legs too. Something is wrong.

Orhan… probably upstairs, lost in some complex Lego fortress or sketching blueprints for world domination. I didn’t make it far. My vision was swimming. The tremors started in my hands, a fine, violent shaking that traveled up my arms and seized my entire body. My lips trembled so hard I bit down on them, the coppery taste of blood and the pointless pain that did nothing to stop the avalanche crashing down inside me.

I was in a small space with a man who was revealing my secret to him. I leaned into the wall and tried to steady my breath. "Do you know of any incidents in elevators?" he asked. "No." "Then why are you shaking?" I looked at my hands... and indeed they were trembling. Also the rest of me. "It's cold in here," I said. "It's not cold." He came close and I put out my hand. "No. Please." He stopped. "Why can’t I get close to you?" "Because I can't."

My heart started thumping a bit wild with a growing curiosity, and my hands trembled as I blinked my eyes three times. Why…why do my palms look like this?