Gwyneth
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Brán The Shutterbug!

Some of you know that my Chamberlain, Brán, has an on-again, off-again love affair with photography. He just got a fancy new camera, and of course he had to try it out on me eventually. He started, as he often does, in the Sacred Grove; it’s his favourite place to take pictures, he says, because… Continue reading
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Frolicking in Featherfall

Be the change you want to see. Folks are always saying that. I know I’ve mentioned this Faire has had me more in disguise than in me-guise (that’s a word now), and I’m sure no-one reading this little blog remembers way back in those strange days after Jasper Cove fell and before the Wylds rose,… Continue reading
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The Beauty Of Blue

I was wandering again. Aside from the Big Events, this year, I travelled the Great Faire mostly in one disguise or another. It was fun, and somewhat easier, as I was not in a mind to deal with other beings overmuch, and frankly, there are plenty of other Fae Queens at the Faire: my celebrity… Continue reading
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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
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Poetry is an Echo, Asking a Shadow to Dance

Carl Sandburg wrote those words. Sandburg as a poet wasn’t studied overmuch when I was at uni doing my literature Master’s, but I had read some of his things in an independent study. He was on the short list of poets I wanted to cover in my PhD work, partly because, when I looked in… Continue reading
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Small World
Every day’s the same. I get out of my beautiful bed with all the fluffy pillows. I attend to my personal toilette. I put on the single dress in the wardrobe. I make my way up to the tower roof to eat the breakfast that will be waiting on the table there. And then, I go… Continue reading
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Autumn Reminiscence
I miss my Gran. Of all the people in my (adoptive) English/Welsh family, it’s her I’d really like to talk to. Because she’s the one who knows how it all happened, I’m sure of it. She handled the deal with the Sidhe, she arranged the “private” adoption for my London parents. And that means she might know… Continue reading
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Jungle Dream

I awoke to the sound of water. The environment, and the fact that I wasn’t really comfortable inside my body gave me the clue that this might be a dream. I stretched. Nothing felt right. I mean, it felt like my body. But everything else was wrong. And… what was I wearing? At least the chair was… Continue reading
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Sojourn in Severina
When the boat landed in Severina, the first thing that caught me was the wind. More than a sea wind, it seemed to come from everywhere. I could barely keep my wings straight. But we had business to do. You see, there are some Realms where you can, erm, acquire things that you might not be able to… 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.













