The Dark in Mythspire Ridge
If Mythspire Ridge seems dazzling from afarThen you have not looked close enough. Go back,And take the stairways down to where the seaMeets soil: there, you will hear a different tale. The belly of the ridge, beneath the arch,Beneath the statue bases, where the treesGrow shorter but the crystals shine as bright,Here find the roots… Continue reading
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
Days Like These
Because The Author isn’t OK with showing you all where she sits and cries for her world, she’s asked me to do it for her. The song’s from Billy Bragg, released in 1985. History marches on. The party that became so powerful by sinking foreign boats Is dreaming up new promises because promises win votes… Continue reading
Don’t even think about trying to escape…. From the Author: Yeah, I know; I’m not a one-photo-is-a-blog-post kind of girl, but sometimes an image just hits me over the head so strongly I can’t escape (see what I did there?) and the picture itself takes… um… five or six hours to composit, even with my… Continue reading
Out of Legend
You think we come from some fairy story? You think we trip down the pages, as if they were steps from one of your fantasy castles? I assure you, we are there. But that is not where we come from. But the stories! you say. You think we are the stories? Oh, of course, we are… Continue reading
The Re-invention of Saga Silverman
It started last Saturday. My father had another of those never-ending receptions, and in the absence of my mother, I got to be the one parading around the mirrored hall, greeting guests and keeping a smile plastered on to my face. Of course, the dress was stunning, a Senzafine. I’m sure someone on Father’s staff knew… Continue reading
Small World, Part 2
Another day, another breakfast. I get the feeling the weather may be about to turn; there’s a generous bowl of porridge this morning, a pot of coffee in addition to the usual orange juice. I wish once again that I could have coffee every day. Halfway through, it starts to rain. Great. This means I… Continue reading
Every day’s the same. I get out of my beautiful bed with all the fluffy pillows. I attend to my personal toilette. I put on the single dress in the wardrobe. I make my way up to the tower roof to eat the breakfast that will be waiting on the table there. And then, I go… Continue reading
You Know How I Feel
Birds flying high you know how I feel Sun in the sky you know how I feel Breeze driftin’ on by you know how I feel It’s a new dawn It’s a new day It’s a new life For me And I’m feeling good Fish in the sea you know how I feel River running… Continue reading
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.