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)
Review of A Portrait of a Lady on Fire
This is a rather beautiful love story between two women, set in the 18th Century. While I truly loved the main plot of the growing love between an artist and her subject, it was not the part of the movie that I found the most poignant.
By Guenneth Speldrong3 years ago in Viva
Phina's Pets
For as long as she could remember, Phina had been able to compartmentalize; she could suppress even the strongest of physical, mental, or emotional concerns. It was her superpower. She dubbed this ability "putting it on ice". Broken bones, crippling fear, and even catotonia could not stop her from moving along with her day as if nothing had happened. At the worst of times, her body would simply move and function with her brain frozen inside her. No one could ever tell if she was anything less than stellar.
By Guenneth Speldrong3 years ago in Fiction
Victims Anonymous
I have spent my whole life trying to avoid being dubbed a victim. I avoided speaking about my issues in order to not be thought of as a dramatic crybaby. Yet I am here, crying over something a teenager said to me online regarding my recent openness.
By Guenneth Speldrong3 years ago in Psyche
The Zoo
Hello, and welcome! If you will follow me through the door to the left, we will begin our tour. Mankind has always needed to feel superior in their environment, even if they have to fake it. If we are not conquering something, then what is the point of us? We see this lesson repeated throughout history- constant war, killing animals for sport, the destruction of one culture in favor of another, dehumanizing other humans. The list is as monumental as it is sad. One just has to look at the long standing, cross culture abuse of bulls in order to see this in action. First, we humans tortured an otherwise peaceful creature, then pretended we were superior to it as we watched it torn apart or otherwise subdued by a clearly lessor human. We pretended these bulls are inherently violent and stupid so that we justify their treatment.
By Guenneth Speldrong3 years ago in Fiction
Rearview Mirror
Rearview Mirror It's easy to tell
By Guenneth Speldrong3 years ago in Poets
Starts With Home; Ends With Less
I had finally drifted off to sleep when the green light came back, shocking me awake. It was time to move on again. I wasn't sure if the light came more frequently now, or if I was so tired time was now moving faster than usual.
By Guenneth Speldrong3 years ago in Fiction
Return to Sender
I woke from my nightmares and began my day. The pets needed tending first: the screamer, the jumper, and the glarer. Once they were sated, I woke my family and got them up and moving. I walked them all through their responsibilities for the day. I made sure they ate, took their pills, cleaned and dressed themselves. Then I walked them through their day again.
By Guenneth Speldrong3 years ago in Fiction