A second life in pictures
I cannot ever know what’s in the hearts of readers, assuming I have any after having deserted you all for two seasons. I suppose the fact that I am thinking about etymology this morning may make you roll your eyes and feel that you could do without me for another two seasons, but I am… Continue reading
The Work Continues
As the sun rises over Awenia in its still-incomplete form, I’ve been thinking about the Realm Rebuild and why it’s so important to me. First of all, Awenia continues to be a popular tourist destination, and I want to make sure our visitors always get an authentic experience. I mean, I’m always thinking about that;… Continue reading
It’s raining inside again But only upstairs The grups have forgotten The nursery’s up here I’m too old for nursery but they don’t agree How can they know when they never see me? Fae children aren’t grown ‘Til a century’s gone They always forget me I’m alone and forlorn Go away, go away Rain get… Continue reading
The Dark in Mythspire Ridge
If Mythspire Ridge seems dazzling from afarThen you have not looked close enough. Go back,And take the stairways down to where the seaMeets soil: there, you will hear a different tale. The belly of the ridge, beneath the arch,Beneath the statue bases, where the treesGrow shorter but the crystals shine as bright,Here find the roots… Continue reading
Yes, it’s really been that long.
So, The Author has asked me to speak to you all, because she feels guilty about not having posted to this blog since September of last year, and not being a very regular contributor before that, and really not being fully committed to our stories since last year at this time, this time being Fantasy… Continue reading
Would You Give Everything?
We ask this of everyone We ask, when they come to us, full of fear or hope or promise or anger, Would you everything to be beautiful? The hopeful and promising ones, sometimes even the angry ones, they say, “No, no; never.” The fearful ones, they wait to see what the others say, and then… Continue reading
An Alien in Somniatoris Arx
From Davi: I keep changing. I’m always changing. I have been a Romani traveller, I have been a forest elf, I have been so many things over the last decade, and yet that feeling of home, that sense of a place that grounds and anchors a being, has never been mine. I am long removed… Continue reading
Before the Ball in Isles of Tarrin
We planned to attend the Faire’s glamorous masqued ball, but truth be told, large gatherings are making me a bit anxious these days. Of course, there are many satellite parties, so the Fairchilde was our choice for later in the evening. It only made sense that I spent my day before the ball in the… Continue reading
The Noiselessness of Ling Xiao Long
First Voice: To wear this world of paper, you must firstImagine how the texture fits your form.It wrinkles there, and here’s a dash of red,and over there the shadow of a path. Second Voice: It’s not enough to be a paper doll;No, you must learn to breathe in two, not threeDimensions: forget depth, and think… Continue reading
I Ditched Brán!
From Friðrós: What a strait laced old tight-arse he is! But I managed to get him lost in A’Dracunas: it’s not hard to do— the signs even tell you how! I lit off across the border into a place called The Dark Awakening, which was not very dark at all, picked up some new clothes,… Continue reading
Narrators Gwyneth, The Amazing Catwoman, Friðrós, Davi, and whoever else springs out of The Author’s head, live in the parallel universe of Second Life. You can read their stories here, or just scroll down to see what Gwyneth was wearing when she wrote it.
Gwen Enchanted is a story blogger, a fantasy fashion blogger, and a thoughtful in-world photographer.
Caution: contains poetry.