A second life in pictures
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Shadow Play
I looked for songs about shadows to illustrate this post, but they all seem to be about being fooled by bad relationships or psychotic ex-lovers, and that’s not really what I wanted to talk about, so despite the fact that the chorus for Fish‘s song Shadowplay keeps going through my head as I write this, I won’t inflict it Continue reading
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Other Jobs For Faeries?
Ah, morning in a winter Faeryland. And I emerge from my picturesque house (which is kind of a hovel, to be fair) into the crisp early morning, where everything looks a bit like a Thomas Kincaid painting … to go to work. There is definitely something wrong with this picture. Because I am off to attend Continue reading
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ERROR: Out Of Cheese
Our first weekend away in I don’t know how long. Oh, it was going to be glorious! Clutie had gone ahead of us to the little cabin by the river and stocked the fridge, but other than that, we’d have no contact with Faerie unless there was an emergency of epic proportion. That was the Continue reading
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Long-Term Contract
Owen didn’t come. He sent some minion of his. I stood out in the fucking rain. On the fucking roof. He sent a minion, some half-grown boy. “We’ve got a job for you,” says this boy. “Do we,” I responded. “Owen needs you to come to his place, as a human, tomorrow evening. Here’s the address.” Continue reading
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Air and Darkness
I braved the sea today. Out on the edge of the Realm, where the water flows (always) round the now-frozen landscape, there is a fragment of an old temple, lovingly preserved by the demifae. And a lighthouse. There is little else in this corner of the Realm, save the lighthousekeeper’s house, which is just far enough from Continue reading
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Self Portraits in the Dead of Winter
Sometimes, sometimes, sitting here on my cloud My thoughts turn to fears I cannot speak aloud. It seems too much trouble, this holding ’til Spring And so in this darkness I whistle and I sing. Why did my life lead me to times such as these Where hope for the future’s as slight as the breeze Just give me one Continue reading
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Sixteenth Night?
I know there’s something I’ve forgotten to do. The days go by so fast in this season, as if we’re hurrying Winter out the door. Which I guess, in a way, is what we’re doing, what with all the bell-ringing, sun-waking, clock-starting traditions. And of course: that’s what it is. My human mother always, without fail, Continue reading
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Quick Outing to Pandora Resort!
When you arrive at Pandora Resort, the mist (or is that smoke?) cloaks you like a blanket. Everything is so obscured. The skin Gwyneth’s wearing is the January Group Gift from 7 Deadly s{K}ins. There is a price to join the group (L$225), but this skin comes with a ton of appliers, including Omega head appliers, Continue reading
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On a Misty Morning….
So the best thing about being up in the actual morning is coffee. Or at least it is from my perspective. And building my own weird little world requires caffeine. Today I decided to give Gwyneth a bit of a casual look, because she’s working after all, and it’s not always practical to order your Continue reading
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When She Comes, She Brings The Moon With Her
This is an entry for the Lost Unicorn Gallery Let It Snow photo contest. There’s not much to say about it; the title really says it all. Style Card: Body: Maitreya Head: Catwa Catya Bento Head Antlers: E.V.E, Moon Snow on Branches Antlers, White Hair: Argrace, Kohaku Eyes: Mesange, Sekhmet Eyes (At this month’s Chapter Continue reading
About Me
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.
Three Twisted Knots 