Glimpses

Post mangled, after it has been pointed out to me how it can be misinterpreted as more than a silly writing exercise... Yay self-censorship :( I failed to get across the point that these are (based on) things I've been a reluctant witness to, and not things I've invented...

Original post below:

Out-of-body experiences. Infinite loops. First kisses. Running and laughing in the rain. Caresses that make your toes curl. Falling in love during a two-month internship. Denial of service. Stolen kisses in the library. Hearts breaking. Hearts healing. Connection.

These things happen.

The two of them are locked in a close embrace. Her arms are tight around his neck, pulling him close. Her chin rests on his shoulder. His hand is on the small of her back, holding her near, while his other forearm traces slow circles on her shoulder blades. His cheek presses against the side of her head, and he breathes in the scent of her hair. Other people in the airport stare at them, but their eyes are closed. His forehead is serene. A small unconscious smile lights up her face. The world outside moves noisily on, but there is peace and comfort and trust and gratitude in their embrace. Welcome home.

These things happen.

The sentences in this paragraph start with 'the'. The room is small and the shades are drawn, and the semi-darkness is soft and flattering. The bed is narrow and the mattress squeaks, but it doesn't matter. The average heart rate in this room is twice greater than normal. The average time between inhaling and exhaling is half of what it usually is. The number of samples in the above calculations is two. The portraits on the wall try not to look. The guy next door reaches under his pillow for a pair of earplugs.

These things happen.

A long, white corridor. The light flickers. His palms are flat against the wall, one on either side of her head. She presses her hands against his chest, as if trying to push him away. Their eyes are locked, and their pupils are large. Predator and prey. They both know this is a game of waiting. Their mouths are shaped like two mischievous grins, before they lunge toward each other.

These things happen.

N cnex. N frpyhqrq orapu. Gjb crbcyr, pybgurq. Ur fvgf ba gur orapu. Fur fgenqqyrf uvf ync, snpvat uvz. Tbbq guvat ab bar ryfr vf nebhaq. Fur phcf uvf snpr va ure unaqf, gura yrgf ure svatref jnaqre guebhtu uvf unve. Uvf cnyzf genpr gur fgevc bs rkcbfrq fxva orgjrra gur onpx bs ure wrnaf naq ure gbc. Gurl cynl jub-oernxf-gur-xvff-svefg. Ure purrxf ner syhfurq. Ur hfhnyyl ybfrf. Gurve erpbeq vf sbhegrra zvahgrf naq gjragl-guerr frpbaqf.

These things happen.

You should skip this one. Gur nvecynar vf ybhq, naq gur frngoryg fvta vf ba. Ur yvsgf gur nezerfg frcnengvat gurz, naq fur yrnaf ntnvafg uvf fubhyqre. Ure unaq zbirf sebz uvf xarr, fybjyl, gb uvf guvtu. Ur cynagf n xvff ba ure grzcyr. Gurl erzrzore gur oynaxrg, naq pbire gurzfryirf jvgu vg. Ohg gurer vf fgvyy gbb zhpu gb vasre sebz gur funcr naq zbgvba bs gur pybgu, naq sebz gur grafr rkcerffvba ba uvf snpr. Nsgre n juvyr, ur znxrf n fgenatr pubxvat fbhaq, naq gevrf gb znfx vg jvgu n pbhtu. Gur syvtug nggraqnag cnffrf ol naq ybbxf ng gurz, ohg fnlf abguvat. Gurl fjvgpu ebyrf. Fur pybfrf ure rlrf naq ohevrf ure urnq va uvf purfg. Abj naq gura, fur nyzbfg whzcf bhg bs ure frng, nf vs ryrpgebphgrq. Gur guveq cnffratre va gurve ebj gevrf gb sbphf ba gur obbx ur'f ernqvat.

This is something that happens. Just not to me, apparently. Look! Frogs are falling from the sky.