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On the Wind
There’s something about a cloudless night. Or that’s how it seems. I recall my (human) father always referring to a moon covered with clouds as a ghostly galleon, after the Alfred Noyes poem. And maybe we don’t associate a clear night with magic, or omens, or stories. Maybe. Maybe we don’t. But I felt something.… Continue reading
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Someone’s Gallery
It’s been a long time since I found myself in a realm and didn’t realise how I ended up there. It’s even been a long time since I dreamt of such things. I confess, I’d fallen into a sense of complacency, I guess you’d say: that is, I became comfortable with the illusion that I… Continue reading
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Constant As The Moon
I have been absent a while. I can only apologise for that. Thanks to the many Awenia Fae who kept My Realm safe over the last few months, and thanks also to you, invisible but important readers, for bearing with me and having faith that I, like the light, would return. ‘Constant as the moon’,… Continue reading
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Return Of The Light
I think we choose to celebrate darkness, madly and wildly, until it catches us deeply and seems unwilling to let us go. Once darkness has had you like that, you end up either celebrating it even more wildly, or retreating, as I have done, into a more peaceful world. I am aware of the unimaginable… Continue reading
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After The Opera
I remember everything. From the first haunting strains, through the climax of Act I, and into the tears of Act II. The details come to me in dreams: the places we went, the melodies we shared, the deep red of roses, the underpinning of music, and the love of music, and the longing for the… Continue reading
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Spiderweb
Once upon a time, she cast her wishesInto the air like feathers from an owl. Like feathers from an owl, they twirled and blew And who knows why the sky accepted themAnd who knows for what purpose wishes dropThe air itself turned thicker, that she feltBut nothing else revealed itself: not yet. And so she… Continue reading
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Season of Celebration
The last three months of the mortal calendar year, beginning with the end of our spiritual year and ending with the beginning of the next mortal calendar year, are always a whirlwind for me. If you start out sprinting, you’ll lose your stamina by the end of the season, and that does no good for… Continue reading
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PROM-PIT Spot, Take 1
Music swells, a romantic chord progression working up from the fifth to the one, and then, a calming…. VOICEOVER: She’s always wanted this. Your little girl. Your princess. Your… angel. But it’s her dream, to wear a beautiful gown, to have her hair done, to step out with all her friends…. Even if, for her… Continue reading
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An Extra Place at the Table
It is October in Awenia. And so we watch the world change, and sometimes we make the world change, as our magical year turns toward its ending. And yes, we believe that inside all endings there are also beginnings, and that is how we see the world on a wheel. Our Three Realms, Land, Sea,… Continue reading
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What We Become
They tell you when you start the roadThey tell you that the road is longThey don’t tell you it never endsThey don’t tell you that it’s all hills It’s beautiful, it’s beautifulIt’s long, it’s hard, and I am tiredAnd here among these picture booksPerhaps I’ll rest a little while They’re all well-kept, the picture booksLike… 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 