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Dream Glimpse
I have become a creature of dreams and dreaming. My waking life, the drama of Desirée continuing, Lord Mornoth’s compellingly honourable responses to everything I do, even when I try to piss him off…. Anyway, I know I keep going on about how my dream life seems so much more interesting right now. If we Continue reading
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Building a Bean Sí
So, I’ve gotten a lot of great feedback on the last post, Ban Síde. Thanks to everyone who’s commented or popped me a message on Second Life or Facebook or even Skype about it. And a couple of people have asked me how I came up with such a wild story for Gwyneth to have to Continue reading
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Ban Síde
Oh, do not fear the winter night The broken branches dull with snow And do not fear the death of light Or any fright that dreams bestow And neither fear the fox’s cry Nor fear a tapping at your door Or worry over some old lie That doesn’t matter any more But when the thread is wearing thin And time fragments Continue reading
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Blog Maintenance!
So you might have noticed, if you notice such things, that I’ve been using the same blog header for nearly a year now. And the fact is, none of my narrators look the way they used to! So this morning, I took the time to take some head-and-shoulders shots of all three personae with their updated Continue reading
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Camping at Midsummer
Don’t ask me why I decided to go camping by myself at Midsummer. I could have gone to any number of festivals, any number of pagan moots in London, but no. I borrowed my dad’s VW caravan, this thing he’d modified like back in the 80s, and I drove up into Epping Forest, and I got as Continue reading
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The Memory of Daisies
Sometimes my dreams are little more than images. A tree. Nathaniel’s hair in a canopy around my face when he kisses me. A memory of Father and me on a swing. The park I used to play in as a kid in London. So it’s not really odd to me when I remember little more than Continue reading
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Summer Forest
I’d been working a security job for one of those Realms where everybody belongs to some secret club or another and most of them are vampires or other unsavoury folks, and they all trade on whether or not other people know who they are. So tiring, these places are. Give me a good old demon dance club Continue reading
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Chaos—at Adopt a Fae Pet?
Some things never work out right. I guess it was about two days after our Midsummer celebration that I started getting this idea that maybe something wasn’t going the way it should be going. For starters, I’m having those dreams where I’m not Queen again. The ones where not being Queen is a pleasant and fine 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 