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Things Change. Things Do The Other Thing, Too.
From Lira: Look. I didn’t ask to get dropped out of a portal transfer from the Great Fantasy Faire and into this weird place the locals called The Space Between. I didn’t. And you know the worst part? It was awful. Like, full of things that bit you. And everybody said you could never get… Continue reading
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Are We Really, Finally, Off To See The Wizard?
I want to go home. Toto wants to go home. Even if it is all sepiatone, and this place is millions of colours, we’re tired now, and we didn’t get to whack the Wizard, because in the end it turned out that we kinda did want to go home … eventually. We opted out of… Continue reading
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Waiting.
The signs were clear. Now, in this cloudy dusk, I can’t see the stars at all, but on a clear night, not so long ago, the signs were clear. With night rolling in, and the sgraffito sky making it all feel like celluloid, time seems to slow. Even Good Witches (OK, Not-So-Good Witches) can’t have… Continue reading
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Off To Whack The Wizard…
It was all his idea, of course. You’ve never seen a little dog get so bent out of shape, all because some old witch tried to dognap him. She said he was a menace, but I think she was just lonely, and it all got away from her. Sort of like it got away from… Continue reading
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Becoming, Again.
From Friðrós: So, Her Fae Majesty is on strike, apparently. She got her knickers all in a wad because The Author is having a tough time and decided to talk to everyone through Her Majesty. Which, I guess, is her prerogative. If you don’t stop to think about it too hard, she did create all… Continue reading
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The Dark
From Gwyneth: Look. I think I told you earlier that The Author is going through it a bit. Now, sometimes her moods and life situations don’t affect me all that much. I guess it depends on how world-shaking the whole experience is. But this one, well. The upshot is she’s in such a funk she… Continue reading
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Bird of Butterflies
From Gwyneth: Sometimes, new adventures can be as simple as, say, taking a different path round the back of Awenia’s Town Square on one’s way to the forest stage (as one does) and finding a new-to-you pocket of pure whimsy. That’s right: it doesn’t really matter how this got here, or where it came from.… Continue reading
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Enchanted at Midsummer Enchantment
And I wasn’t sure why it was a sad day, except of course for all the reasons why I was sure why it was a sad day. I’d run out of books to read, for one. I hadn’t had my hooves done in days, for two. And because things always have to come in threes… Continue reading
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We Lost One
From Gwyneth: That’s how Brán put it when he told me. ‘We lost one, Your Majesty’. When he told me who it was, of course I rushe to the Library. Now, I probably hadn’t thought to tell you about my Chimerical Librarians, because the Library isn’t officially open yet, so there’s been no need to… 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 