Three Twisted Knots

Tales of the Fae Lands


  • Drawing; closer

    Today I’ve been looking over my old sketch book that I had in Jasper. I thought it was lost but it turned up in my bag, and I thought I’d paste some of the sketches here. Just in case anybody finds this in some weird future, assuming the future exists. This is the first sketch… Continue reading

  • Demons and Torches

    I would trade a lot never to be plagued by Rachel again. Every time I see her, every time I hear her voice, I’m reminded of that betrayal, and she breezes over it as if it never happened and suggests I am the villain because I have not thanked her for selflessly giving her life… Continue reading

  • Cutbacks.

    As a result of Castle Shithole being torn to pieces by angry trees (apparently), I no longer have very much time when I am alone and want to write, meaning the middle of the night. Nathaniel is very distracting. And he’s interested in writing, so he’d want to know all about it. Anyway. Posts now… Continue reading

  • Trotting

    I wrote this days ago, but in all the fuss surrounding the razing of the former Castle Shithole by hoardes of furious trees (apparently), it’s only just making its way into the actual journal. I can always lay my hands on a notebook– it’s just not always the right one. Anyway, I thought about changing… Continue reading

  • Song Lyrics Post. So Unlike Me. tl;dr

    All this makes me think of a song my dad loved. He was such a nerdy folkie. I can still sing it if I think about it. Unicorns, by Bill Caddick We were traveling north to sing and play For friends that we had never met Been working hard and didn’t speak The sky was… Continue reading

  • We are such stuff as dreams are made on

    Aoibh found me in the stable. I was in my pyjamas. It’s some sarcastic twist of fate that my favourite pyjamas consist of a “Robot Unicorn Attack” t-shirt and a pair of purple leggings, I think.  Aoibh was sleepwalking, and we figured I had been, too. I got dressed and we walked to the pub… Continue reading

  • Last night, I had the strangest dream

    I have been sleeping really well lately, which is why last night’s dream was so incredibly weird. It was one of those dreams that didn’t feel like a dream at all, you know, like the one where you dream that you’ve woken up and got ready for class, or work, or whatever, and you’re already… Continue reading

  • Fucking demon.

    We went to the pub together, Nathaniel and me, the next day, and there she was, that horrible thing, dancing on tables and doing all the same shit she always does. Crowing about being dead like it didn’t affect anybody but her and nobody but her was involved in the whole thing. What a narcissistic… Continue reading

  • Where there is despair, hope.

    When I woke up, I was still in Valene’s den, in Nathaniel’s arms. I never slept with a boy before. I vaguely remembered him telling me he forgot to breathe when he was asleep, but I didn’t wake up to find out. He was already awake when I came to. I am not sure what… 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.