The Amazing Catwoman
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Left Luggage
A magical pathway spread out before me as I entered the Realm of Erstwhile. My assignment wasn’t clear, but I’ve worked the Great Faire long enough to understand that sometimes you just have to find the Guard supervisor and let him (or her, or whoever) direct you. I stopped and turned to look. Before me sprawled Erstwhile Continue reading
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Contractual Obligation
It’s not like I just sit around eating bonbons, you know. Not like some faeries. No, I have to work for a living. And occasionally that means doing stuff I don’t like, even if I kind of do like it in the end. That probably made no sense, but I can clarify by telling you that I Continue reading
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Homecoming?
After many long months of masquerading as a (not very good, but improving, I think) art teacher, I eventually identified five proto-fae and helped them find mentors who could be there for them as they found their way in the restrictive Realm that was their home, at least for the nonce. I did not relish pretending Continue reading
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Dancing on The Hill
Oh, The Hill. Colours just seem brighter there. Light seems to come from all directions. Animals and tiny creature frolic. It made me want to frolic, too. And then, of course, there is the music. At the Great Faire, music comes from all directions. Sometimes it’s contemplative and thoughtful, but last night, there was dance music. Continue reading
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Visionaire Graduation!
So I’ve been MIA for the last couple of weeks. I’m sorry about that. It’s because I’ve been getting ready for my Visionaire Institute graduation ceremony and exhibit. The graduation ceremony was today at 8am SLT (that’s 4pm in the UK, 11am on the East Coast of the US). If you want to hear the graduation Continue reading
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Eve of Destruction?
OK, I am fucking nervous about this “Art Teacher” gig. You can laugh ’til you spit, and I will still be nervous about it. Because I know what secondary school children are like: I was one not very long ago, and I was a holy fucking terror. Is this what an art teacher looks like? I’ve 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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Rendezvous
You just never know what people are going to throw at you, do you? Owen said, ‘Meet me up on the roof in an hour. I’ve got a proposition for you.’ He waggled his eyebrows, just like old times. I knew it wasn’t that kind of proposition, but Owen’s known I have a crush on him for long enough Continue reading
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Positively Faux Street
Pocket Universes all have this feel about them, like they’ve been stamped onto a sheet of paper about a dozen times, only nobody’s bothered to re-ink the stamp. You spend as much time as I have in this business, you get to know them the second you step in to one. Now, granted, not all pocket 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 