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R N Shapiro
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Taming the Telomeres, A Thriller
Mystery, Thriller & Suspense
Author Insight
Semi-Conscious (Amanda's NDE's)
A young girl that the reader comes to learn is Amanda Michaels has a seemingly random series of Near Death Experience flashes. Did they all really occur in her past? NDE's are not well understood, but many young people who have lost their heartbeat, and come back from these near death events, have described what occurs in their NDE's. TTT does explore this phenomenon. In the next sequence in this first chapter from Taming The Telomeres, this young girl is hovering in an operating room setting during brain or skull surgery of a female patient. But the surgery is on herself! How can this occur? Is she alive? How can she experience this out of body event? The first chapter ends with these unanswered questions.
Book Excerpt
Taming the Telomeres, A Thriller
Semi-conscious
Whoosh.
Heat like in hell, eyes sealed shut. Then cold – freezing, frostbitten, frozen.
Whoosh.
Four young Dorothys. Matching blue and white dresses, braided hair, four little Toto baskets.
Whoosh.
On a jet. People screaming in terror. The lady in the aisle seat beside me squeezes my hand, tight. She’s talking to me calmly. Mom? What? Please, what—
Whoosh.
His small, cluttered home office. Little mosquitoes swarming around his table. A six-year-old asking him what he’s doing.
Whoosh.
Holding a picture book reading to a baby boy on the bottom bunk. Justin and I laughing at the pictures. He’s shaking my car keys in his tiny hands. Wait…?
Whoosh.
The little baby girl, pink dress, with tiny slip-on sneakers, wedged between two twin dads, one on each side of – me?
Whoosh.
Scenic overlook. Autumn-colored trees dotting the valley below. His leg barely touching mine creates static electricity.
Whoosh.
Bright light…blinding whitest light ever. Floating closer to the seductive white light. The other three Dorothys floating with me. Blissful. Then I suddenly pull away from them. Someone, something, tells me, “Go back.”
Whoosh.
“Tracey, is all the hardware organized for the halo?”
“Ready, Dr. Wrightson.”
“Drill please.” The surgeon fires the drill bit into my skull. “Anterior skull screws,” he says.
“Here you go. Freaking amazing she survived. Have they identified her?” Tracey asks, holding the next metal component for Dr. Wrightson.
“Haven’t heard yet. They took photos of her just before surgery,” Wrightson answers.
Whirrrr….Looking down at the doctors and nurses. Feeling the drill vibrate in my skull, shaking me. Smelling the drill’s heat, the burning bone. Is this for real?
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