1313 Mockingbird Lane
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Enraptured by Öndheim
From Friðrós: OK, first of all, I don’t know what happened for the first, like, ten days of the Faire. It was like The Author forgot we existed or something. Not that I’m unused to that: I am generally unhappy with where my storyline is going, and I would like to have a word with Continue reading
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In Living Echoes
From Friðros: It isn’t worth it to follow the Shining Throng around everywhere. At best, it’s tiresome, fun old dad jokes told in tandem by Queen Gwyneth, Nathaniel, Security Chief Wulfrich and First Officer Brán notwithstanding. And those are the high points. At worst, I worry I’m becoming more like her. I noticed my eyes Continue reading
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I Ditched Brán!
From Friðrós: What a strait laced old tight-arse he is! But I managed to get him lost in A’Dracunas: it’s not hard to do— the signs even tell you how! I lit off across the border into a place called The Dark Awakening, which was not very dark at all, picked up some new clothes, Continue reading
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Moor Dance
You’ve dreamed of fairies dancing on the moor How gracefully they start: how fair they are But soon, they’re overcome with their own flight They lose the roses nesting in their hair An audience of forest creatures stays But carefully: those tiny feet still hurt If they land on your spine or on your paws Continue reading
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Sweet Disillusion
Get involved with a mortal, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. You’ll get to see all sorts of amazing things, they said. Is this amazing, or what? I’m gonna go with, or what. I swear, you have a beautiful whirlwind courtship following your debut at Queen Charlotte’s, a classy wedding in Tuscany (cost a quarter of Continue reading
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Pond Side
Some Days, all I want is to relax and not think about anything heavy. As the Queen in Awenia, days like that are hard to come by, but I managed to schedule one, yesterday in fact. Summer needs a pool, and Faerie provides. At the far end of the Sacred Grove, there’s now a rock-lined pond, Continue reading
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Like an Orb
What am I known for? Tonight, I am putting apple-orbs in trees. Tomorrow I will put books on stumps. Sometime soon, there will be a remaking, inasmuch as there is ever a remaking. I The essential poem at the center of things, The arias that spiritual fiddlings make, Have gorged the cast-iron of our lives Continue reading
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Storm’s Coming
Dear Richard, I got your email. I mean, obviously I got it; else I wouldn’t be replying to it. You can probably see your email at the bottom of my email or something. I don’t know. I guess it depends on your client and your preferences, but yeah. Hi. It’s morning here, or I guess Continue reading
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Top of the City
“Top of the City” by Kate Bush; YouTube link below. One more step to the top of the city Where just a couple of pigeons are living Up on the angel’s shoulders I don’t know if I’m closer to Heaven but It looks like Hell down there These streets have never been paved with gold Continue reading
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Calling The Moon
The moon wanted more of my night I turned off the engine and the headlights The trees appeared as they’d never been gone I promised the fields I’d return from now on And the moon kept on rising I had no more to say I put my road maps away And surrendered the day And 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 