7 Deadly s{K}ins
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Long-Term Contract
Owen didn’t come. He sent some minion of his. I stood out in the fucking rain. On the fucking roof. He sent a minion, some half-grown boy. “We’ve got a job for you,” says this boy. “Do we,” I responded. “Owen needs you to come to his place, as a human, tomorrow evening. Here’s the address.” Continue reading
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Quick Outing to Pandora Resort!
When you arrive at Pandora Resort, the mist (or is that smoke?) cloaks you like a blanket. Everything is so obscured. The skin Gwyneth’s wearing is the January Group Gift from 7 Deadly s{K}ins. There is a price to join the group (L$225), but this skin comes with a ton of appliers, including Omega head appliers, Continue reading
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Rendezvous
You just never know what people are going to throw at you, do you? Owen said, ‘Meet me up on the roof in an hour. I’ve got a proposition for you.’ He waggled his eyebrows, just like old times. I knew it wasn’t that kind of proposition, but Owen’s known I have a crush on him for long enough Continue reading
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Tranquility, Temporary
I don’t think there’s a word that really means “the calm after a storm”. Someone suggested “lull” to me, but that sounds like a quiet bit inside a storm to me, not the calm that comes after it. Anyway, I am enjoying that temporary tranquility today. I just threw on some jeans and a jumper (sweater, Americans!) and headed for Continue reading
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Just One Little Thing…
So I wrote down that dream, which did not bother me or make me worry about the future of my home Realm as if it were going to devolve into some kind of post-apocalyptic novel at all. I mean, the people of the United Kingdom would have to do something completely bonkers like vote themselves out Continue reading
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How I learned to stop worrying and become a witch!
The dreams aren’t stopping, but they are changing. I’m not always myself in them. Or I’m playing out incarnations that are so far away from my actual life that their outcomes seem irrelevant to me. Maybe that’s what it is to look at things through the dispassionate eye of the Unseelie. This one left me with Continue reading
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Positively Faux Street
Pocket Universes all have this feel about them, like they’ve been stamped onto a sheet of paper about a dozen times, only nobody’s bothered to re-ink the stamp. You spend as much time as I have in this business, you get to know them the second you step in to one. Now, granted, not all pocket Continue reading
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Sense of Wonder
Look, I know I talk a lot about hating my job. And maybe it’s true, or maybe it’s not, or maybe I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I weren’t the Queen. But the bottom line is, when I write here, I’m not going to tell you about the day-to-day operation of My Kingdom. Continue reading
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Papa Says…
Papa says, ‘Don’t talk to boys’. Papa says, ‘Keep your head covered in church’. Papa says, ‘Don’t speak unless you’re asked to speak’. Papa says, ‘Don’t let your eyes follow a man’. Papa says, ‘Don’t be like your mother’. Papa says, ‘Keep your shoulders covered’. Papa says, ‘Don’t you lift your skirts when you dance’. Papa Continue reading
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Back to the Magic Shoppe
It might not have been such a good idea. But I couldn’t help myself. How many times have I said that over the years? Yeah; you do the maths. Anyway. After I found myself in my bower garden, eating the heart of a probably-still-alive raven and then running off to Mornoth for what I can only 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 