Guenneth Speldrong
Bio
Hello there. I write things. Sometimes good things. Mostly, I write to find myself. If I can entertain you in the process, then that's just the derivative icing on the proverbial cake!
Stories (53/0)
Blue
The Sky cracks open Me; covered in frosty blue As I go forward
By Guenneth Speldrongabout a year ago in Poets
Vetis Domina
The air was illuminated with a pale green light; a happy combination of the bright winter sun reverberating off the snow, moss, and holly leaves. It was a wonderful day to be out, gathering berries and the occasional rodent for the evening meal. Winter was Domina's favorite time, since it kept the humans away from her forest and in their homes, where they belonged.
By Guenneth Speldrongabout a year ago in Poets
Repression and Robots
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Just to be safe, Jane always made sure that only Rosie was in the house while she screamed her frustrations. No point in upsetting the rest of the family, after all. If Rosie heard her, she never said anything about it, so the tradition of letting the vacuuming robot drown out her shouts and sobs slowly became habit.
By Guenneth Speldrong2 years ago in Futurism
Spurious Seas
Bertha Watt could hardly believe her luck. She was currently enjoying a delicious pastry and sipping tea on the Queen of the Ocean- the aptly named Titanic! In 2nd class, none the less! She was traveling with her mother to move to the far west coast of America, where her father currently was. He, of course, had gone ahead to set up a home for his "ladies", as he called them. Father simply sung the praises of their new home, a beautiful town called Portland.
By Guenneth Speldrong2 years ago in Wander
Invisible Disabilities:
A fellow co-worker recently asked me how I could do such a good job on some days, and struggle on others. As usual, I have no idea no idea what to say. I know that, to most people, I look just like any other out of shape middle aged lady. It is hard to describe just what is going on with me in under a few minutes, much less hours! So, as usual, I make some kind of joke at my expense and move on with my day, leaving my coworker thinking I am just lazy or something like that.
By Guenneth Speldrong2 years ago in Longevity
The Lake Bed
She lay on the filthy bed, and tried to ignore the sensation of grimy handprints, still warm on her naked flesh. She has a break now, it seemed, from the hours of rutting she'd had to endure that day alone. They would be back soon, she knew, wanting more. Always wanting more. They took what they wanted, and left their filth and feces behind, smeared all over her skin.
By Guenneth Speldrong2 years ago in Horror
Halloween Movies for Fellow Scaredy-Cats
There are so many more funny than scary movies out there: Evil Dead, Buffy, that new movie Freaky, What we do in the Shadows, One Cut of the Dead (which I am actually too afraid to watch still). These 12 movies are the ones I keep going back to, and actually quote on a regular basis. If you, too, want to laugh like an idiot after telling someone "you have some red on you", or burst out in an insane giggle fit when you see a woodchipper, then these are the movies for you! I will try not to write any spoilers, so don't worry.
By Guenneth Speldrong3 years ago in Horror
