Short, jerky motion

Usage examples of twitch.

Twitch: Brad tends to vocally anagrammatize, scrambling letters within a word rather than scrambling the order of the words themselves like Walter.

Trolloc bared goat teeth at him in a snarl, ears twitching beside its horns.

He saw the barghest twitching only a few feet away and tried to rise in defense, but darkness overwhelmed him.

Slowly he raised his hand, twitching with excitement, and stretched it out towards the cheque, but, before his fingers touched it, Lady Bellamy, as though by accident, dropped her white palm upon the precious paper.

Bellis felt the air beside her twitch, disturbed, as the other two grindylow wriggled their bodies, sending a ripple from their shoulders through their taut bellies and down their elongated tails.

Lee was eyeballing them, his face twitching in a half dozen directions, the Benzedrine man from outer space.

Big Screen was like an electroshock cattle prod hammered down the earthquake faults of human identity which ripple and shudder at magnitude ten and slip and slide and pulverize and resettle into new and rarely improved and NEVER stable identities and wait for the next inevitable twitch and shudder that will send reality sprawling once again like pieces of ice flying around a high-speed blender and create a new and even more unstable formation and reinforce the creeping paranoia that has flooded the dazed soul that WAS you but has become something else, something different THAT was what FILM could do.

Six of them toppled immediately: masses of twitching, disorganized, heterogeneous matter that ruined the floor wherever they fell, warping and buckling it with blitter scars.

Garth Breise twitched his nose repeatedly but made no comment, Yomin Carr noted with some relief.

Badger had barely twitched aside when the sizzling death clipped his brisket and hurled him against the wall.

The girl obeyed, but her hand twitched longingly toward her knife as she approached.

I was jumpy in my synthetic skin, twitching like a meth comedown, uncomfortable with who I physically was.

I wrap my arms around the spastic matter that twitches in my midriff as they begin to herd us.

The sound in the mousery grew, augmented by flicking tails and twitching feet.

A twitch of his finger on the trigger was the most practical next move, but how would he ever explain shooting the good Reverend John Murrell, Esquire, in cold blood?