Doofus the Rat

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Doofus the Rat from my “Go Ask Boris”  series of children’s books coming this fall.  He’s cute, but not someone a father would want his daughter to hang out with.  What he has on his mind is not in any parents best interest.   Continue reading

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Creating Positive Energy

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There are many ways to create positive and negative energy.  Creating positive energy is not only a gift for self, but for others to benefit from as well.  Author Mary Rensberry has Continue reading

Michigan History

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QuickTurtle Books® is pleased to announce that our Rhyme for Young Readers Series books:  IF I WERE A LIGHTHOUSE and BIG SHIPS will soon be available in THE MICHIGAN MUSEUM STORE located in Lansing, Michigan.

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We Can Move Beyond Monsanto’s Greed

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Book Look- The Burrow Babbit

 

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QuickTurtle Books® presents Book Look.  This is book 15 in our Rhyme for Young Readers Series.  It makes its presence here as a sample of our work for your enjoyment.  THE BURROW BABBIT is book 14 in the Rhyme for Young Readers Series by QuickTurtle Books®. Funny Rabbit arrives just in time for Easter is this tongue twisting animal rhyme for kids. He’ll don his winter fleece against the dreary drab it, and comb his cotton tail cuz he is a rabbit. Ages 5-8.

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Brain Drain, Science Fiction?

I recently went to the doctor and was diagnosed with having a swollen brain. She said I needed immediate surgery to reduce the pressure. I said, “Okay”, I was all for a little pressure release valve or a brain drain. They shaved my head and strapped me in, down and around. The only things left movable were my eyes and just to irk me they stuck a mirror in front of those. With a little laser pointer the doctor showed me the ridge on which (x) marked the planned drill site. My skull was a multicolored globe stuck full of probes and wires. I looked like an angry Medusa. I was also surrounded by a dozen or so little TV screens on which I could see and hear myself think. Did you know that swear words have a different frequency than thinking of ice cream? They do. They sound similar to a car with bad valves. They got me a dirty look from the anesthesiologist.
What I hate the most about anesthesia is that when they put me under I don’t think coherently or dream. It is not exactly a blind nothingness because I could sense a dull pressure and discern a sound like rasping sandpaper. It felt as if I were swollen all over and I had contracted a new disease called brainspread. I wasn’t being drained, but buttered. Then I had to puke but nothing worked. I had no puke muscles. It was weird, but I didn’t feel bodied or disembodied. Where the hell did I go? Purgatory?
That’s about the time you start to come out of it. I felt thankful and not thankful at all. My brain was completely and utterly numbfounded. Even though I couldn’t puke I had a need to regurgitate my every thought because I couldn’t talk. My tongue was glued down. My eyelids wouldn’t move out of the way of my orbs or maybe they cut the wrong nerve and I was blind. I didn’t want to be blind. I felt like I wanted to panic, but I couldn’t do that either. I couldn’t find my panic button. They had unhooked my brain and I didn’t have a conduit to my body. Maybe they had stollen my brain. I was pretty intelligent, but then again I was also a smart ass. I wouldn’t put it past them to usurp my brain for ulterior motives. Or maybe I was just dead.
When the first wave of pain hit me I was certain I wasn’t dead. After the fifth or sixth one, I wanted to be. My whole head felt like a massive toothache. I was suffering from a bad brain abscess. I had agreed to the damn operation at the outset because I needed my brain reduced not enlarged. Maybe that was the reason I couldn’t see, my eyeballs had popped out of their sockets. On top of all that, there was some cocksucker screaming at the top of his lungs. I wanted to shove a suck in his mouth. That was when something clicked inside my battered head. I closed my mouth. The screams stopped. My eyelids finally popped open.
There was a small table beside the bed with my laptop on it. Beside it sat a pitcher of water with ice cube remnants and a green plastic cup. It dawned on me just how utterly thirsty I was. My throat was parched and sore from all the screaming. I sat up. I was expecting nausea and pain but I felt nothing but the usual tingle behind my right ear. I was going to be okay after all. I had simply had a nasty nightmare.
I poured a glass of water and soothed my parched tongue. I lifted the USB cable that was attached to my laptop and plugged it into the USB port behind my right ear. The tingling stopped. I hit download and went back to sleep.

 

Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books®