Gwyneth
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Just One Little Thing…
So I wrote down that dream, which did not bother me or make me worry about the future of my home Realm as if it were going to devolve into some kind of post-apocalyptic novel at all. I mean, the people of the United Kingdom would have to do something completely bonkers like vote themselves out… Continue reading
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How I learned to stop worrying and become a witch!
The dreams aren’t stopping, but they are changing. I’m not always myself in them. Or I’m playing out incarnations that are so far away from my actual life that their outcomes seem irrelevant to me. Maybe that’s what it is to look at things through the dispassionate eye of the Unseelie. This one left me with… Continue reading
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Sense of Wonder
Look, I know I talk a lot about hating my job. And maybe it’s true, or maybe it’s not, or maybe I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I weren’t the Queen. But the bottom line is, when I write here, I’m not going to tell you about the day-to-day operation of My Kingdom.… Continue reading
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Papa Says…
Papa says, ‘Don’t talk to boys’. Papa says, ‘Keep your head covered in church’. Papa says, ‘Don’t speak unless you’re asked to speak’. Papa says, ‘Don’t let your eyes follow a man’. Papa says, ‘Don’t be like your mother’. Papa says, ‘Keep your shoulders covered’. Papa says, ‘Don’t you lift your skirts when you dance’. Papa… Continue reading
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Back to the Magic Shoppe
It might not have been such a good idea. But I couldn’t help myself. How many times have I said that over the years? Yeah; you do the maths. Anyway. After I found myself in my bower garden, eating the heart of a probably-still-alive raven and then running off to Mornoth for what I can only… Continue reading
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Into the Dark
There is, in a Realm that doesn’t get a lot of traffic, a magic shop. It claims to be a “Magick Shoppe”, but that’s neither here or there. I discovered it by accident once when I was out looking for … oh, I don’t know. Something. Anyway, the fellow who runs the shoppe [sic] is a… Continue reading
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The Other Side of the Forest
This life of dreams will come to an end soon: I feel it, and I fear it. I have wasted my summer, my power, wishing and hoping to be elsewhere, and now… Now Mabon is upon me. I feel Autumn clutching at my heels with every step I walk. And the future looks darker still, but… Continue reading
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Golden, Golden
Slowly, slowly, walk the path, And you might never stumble or fall. Slowly, slowly, walk the path, And you might never fall in love at all. Golden, golden, is her hair, Like the morning sun over fields of corn. Golden, golden, flows her love, So sweet and clear and warm. Lonely, lonely, is the heart… Continue reading
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An Hour’s Escape
Yes, yes, I know. I bitch and moan a lot about being Queen. It’s not really a fun job. I’m sure some people might read this (assuming anybody ever does read it) and snort with derision: there are people in the world who have nothing, and it would seem that I have everything. But I also… Continue reading
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Hope Among the Wreckage
I remember the walk through the woods was long. I don’t know why I was walking: I always seem to forget I can fly in these dreams. The sky seemed to have two settings: completely overcast, or blistering sun. I looked down at the red dress and boots, wondered why I was wearing such things. At… Continue reading
About Me
Narrators Gwyneth, The Amazing Catwoman, Friðrós, Lira, 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 they were wearing in the pictures.
Gwen Enchanted is a story blogger, a fantasy fashion blogger, and a thoughtful in-world photographer.
Absolutely no generative AI is ever used in these creations, whether they be photographic or writing. Gwen holds a Master’s in creative writing, years of experience as a graphic designer, and can speak extemporaneously in iambic pentameter, among other things. In world, she operates, with her partner Kela Smash, a little shop called /safe for mortals/, where you can get super nifty face art and tattoos, all of which are hand drawn or properly licensed for sale (and she will show you the receipts if you like).
Caution: contains poetry.
