No. 322

By Rob McShane

Researching how our brains receive, interpret and react or respond to information he had found a way to closely study brains in action. Why do we just react through instinct and emotion? How do our brains perceive thought and reality? He had a theory and would prove it, no matter how many died in the process.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rob McShane
• Release date: Apr 4, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310654589

Rob McShane

Right now, I'm living with MS and a brain that malfunctions at the drop of a hat! Life is certainly interesting and different! Talk about learning to be flexible! :)With a history of classical piano training, time in Drama and Theatre Arts (although I was never a good actor...well, at least not on stage!), I have worked as a Professional Nurse and a Midwife (clinical and management) plus National Marketing and Selling of medical equipment and surgical supplies.I always wanted to retire at 40 but forgot to be specific - you know, things like good health and a healthy bank balance!I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis (MS) in 2000 (yep - I was 40!) and Medically Boarded in 2001. Life is certainly an interesting trip...day by day....moment by moment. What a ride!Since then I have been fortunate enough to publish a book - The MageStaff - see below (most of it written before 2000!) and have now finished the first draft of a prequel and am well into writing a sequel, loads of poetry (check my blog: The Wayward Warrior), short stories and living life as it happens - you just never know what is around the next bend...!Bragging rightsPublished Author and Poet, Accomplished musician (although now unable to perform), Successful National Marketing and Sales Management, Successful Nurse and Nurse Manager.Do hope you enjoy what tumbles out of my brain and makes it to the publishing stage - don't worry, I have it well checked before putting it up for you to savour.All feedback welcome.

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No. 322

Rob McShane

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No. 322 - Copyright 2014 Robin McShane

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Three times he heard it. At least, he thought it was three times, it could have been more but it was three since he became conscious. Each one was louder than the last, each one with more of an echo. He felt his heart skip a beat. Looking around, the darkness was almost complete; just a glimmer from under the door but otherwise the whole apartment was dark; a dark, dark, green, like the bottom of a deep pond.

A fourth knock sounded. Somewhere inside something was moving. He was sure he’d locked everything up tight before coming to bed. Maybe a window had opened....or been opened.

Another knock, again louder, with more echo.

It didn’t sound closer, just louder; this was strange.

He got out of bed without turning on the light. He knew his way around. This was his apartment after all.

Yeow! He kicked into something, something hard. It hadn’t moved and his toe felt as if it had snapped.

What the…? he thought to himself.

There wasn’t anything next to his bed. He couldn’t have walked into something that wasn’t there. And yet his toe told him otherwise.

He turned and reached for the bed so he could find the light….and fell flat on the floor. The bed had gone.

His brain went cold, couldn’t reason for itself how he could climb out of bed, stub his toe on something that shouldn’t be there, turn around to climb back on the bed he had just left…to find there was no bed.

He was lying flat on his stomach now, forehead resting on the floor. He lifted his head, trying to see, forcing his brain to make something of the few shadows from the