Confessions of a Conservative Atheist
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We left Rosie at the top of the stairs in the middle of an identity crisis. She knew her human servants needed protection and wanted to do her duty, but the stairs alone were frightening and greyhounds aren’t particularly good guard dogs either. This is part four of an ongoing series. To catch up, you… Continue reading Rosie the three-legged dragon and the three days of endless night, part four, the conclusion
When we last left our confused heroine and her untrustworthy brother, Carlitos had fallen into a pool they thought was a lake or a moat, and with no way out and no way for Rosie to save him herself, he was in danger of drowning, and that was just the start of her troubles. This… Continue reading Rosie the three-legged dragon and the three days of night, part three
Thousands of years later, some will claim I’m no hero because of these horrific, bloody actions and the moral code I live by is too alien for the modern world, but I beg you to wonder, is that really the truth or is it merely something you say to yourselves to make you feel better?… Continue reading I am Odysseus, I have slain the Suitors who ransacked my home, and am about to execute twelve women for treason
Rosie, Carlitos, and her human servants have abandoned her beloved lair for reasons she couldn’t possibly explain and set off into the unknown, a thing that can be feared and loathed by dogs, dragons, and humans alike. This is part two of an ongoing adventure. Read the first part here... Dogs are famous or should… Continue reading Rosie the three-legged dragon and the three days of night, part two
Rosie was black and beautiful, long and lithe, with a patch of white on her neck, on the tips of her paws and end of her tail, but she didn’t have wings and couldn’t breathe fire because Rosie wasn’t a dragon at all. She just thought she was. Rosie was a three-legged dragon, black and… Continue reading Rosie the three-legged dragon and the three days of night, part one
When I was born, my mother was cursed with a prophecy from the dreaded fates themselves. I could either remain at home to enjoy a long and peaceful life remembered by no one, or I could fight and die before the walls of Troy and become an immortal hero. I am Achilles, the greatest warrior… Continue reading I am Achilles, the greatest warrior who ever lived, but I don’t want to fight
Conceived and built in a lab by engineers using slide rules and tee squares, I was launched on a rocket, leveraged another rocket to shoot me into space, swept past Jupiter and Saturn, and then exited the Solar System across a career longer than my human creators. I am Voyager 1 and I have traveled… Continue reading I am Voyager 1 and I have traveled beyond the Solar System, further than any object made by human hands
If Henry V survived, he would have been king of both England and France, forging one of the most powerful, if not the most powerful country on Earth at the time. After I killed him however, a slow, agonizing death, not suited for a warrior, the world was changed forever. I am an amoeba and… Continue reading I am a lowly amoeba and I just killed the most powerful man in the world, changing all of history in the process
Though the scientific establishment doesn’t yet know my name, I have produced four papers that will fundamentally alter our understanding of reality for more than a century, resulting in a period unequaled in all of science. I am Albert Einstein at the end of 1905, what is known as the miracle year in science, the… Continue reading I am Albert Einstein at the end of 1905, what is known as the miracle year in science, the “annus mirabilis”
Whether you have heard of Caenorhabditis elegans, your own body and mind work much the same way. Essentially, your brain is C elegans’ times 331,125,828 or so, having neurons that look both inward and outward, reflecting even upon themselves over and over and over again. I am one of those neurons. I am a neuron… Continue reading I am a neuron in the human brain, almost the same as that found in a lowly roundworm
Confessions of a Conservative Atheist 