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A walk in the Garden at Storybrooke
My disturbing dreams continue. I am so angry with Father I could just spit! So very angry. He has all this land, all this Land of Ronaofa, and I am his only child, biology notwithstanding. He has adopted no one else, and I am old enough now to take a husband and begin a household of my Continue reading
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Shadow Play
I looked for songs about shadows to illustrate this post, but they all seem to be about being fooled by bad relationships or psychotic ex-lovers, and that’s not really what I wanted to talk about, so despite the fact that the chorus for Fish‘s song Shadowplay keeps going through my head as I write this, I won’t inflict it Continue reading
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Other Jobs For Faeries?
Ah, morning in a winter Faeryland. And I emerge from my picturesque house (which is kind of a hovel, to be fair) into the crisp early morning, where everything looks a bit like a Thomas Kincaid painting … to go to work. There is definitely something wrong with this picture. Because I am off to attend Continue reading
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Air and Darkness
I braved the sea today. Out on the edge of the Realm, where the water flows (always) round the now-frozen landscape, there is a fragment of an old temple, lovingly preserved by the demifae. And a lighthouse. There is little else in this corner of the Realm, save the lighthousekeeper’s house, which is just far enough from Continue reading
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Self Portraits in the Dead of Winter
Sometimes, sometimes, sitting here on my cloud My thoughts turn to fears I cannot speak aloud. It seems too much trouble, this holding ’til Spring And so in this darkness I whistle and I sing. Why did my life lead me to times such as these Where hope for the future’s as slight as the breeze Just give me one Continue reading
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An Hour’s Escape
Yes, yes, I know. I bitch and moan a lot about being Queen. It’s not really a fun job. I’m sure some people might read this (assuming anybody ever does read it) and snort with derision: there are people in the world who have nothing, and it would seem that I have everything. But I also 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 