From Gwyneth: I don’t mind handling the various diplomatic responsibilities of my role. I knew these would be a reality when I decided to create a Realm that would be a bridge between the Fae Realms and the more mundane worlds out there. Still, particularly when the diplomatic season is just starting to heat up… Continue reading
It’s never an ordinary walk, is it…
From Friðrós: Well, Her Majesty will want to know about this. So I should document it, I guess. I have a little camera, and Viska’s along with me, so she can help me take some photographs: Huldufólk, much as I wish it weren’t so, aren’t great with technology unless we’re in a Realm that’s bound… Continue reading
Would You Give Everything?
We ask this of everyone We ask, when they come to us, full of fear or hope or promise or anger, Would you everything to be beautiful? The hopeful and promising ones, sometimes even the angry ones, they say, “No, no; never.” The fearful ones, they wait to see what the others say, and then… Continue reading
It’s been a long time since I found myself in a realm and didn’t realise how I ended up there. It’s even been a long time since I dreamt of such things. I confess, I’d fallen into a sense of complacency, I guess you’d say: that is, I became comfortable with the illusion that I… Continue reading
Season of Celebration
The last three months of the mortal calendar year, beginning with the end of our spiritual year and ending with the beginning of the next mortal calendar year, are always a whirlwind for me. If you start out sprinting, you’ll lose your stamina by the end of the season, and that does no good for… Continue reading
PROM-PIT Spot, Take 1
Music swells, a romantic chord progression working up from the fifth to the one, and then, a calming…. VOICEOVER: She’s always wanted this. Your little girl. Your princess. Your… angel. But it’s her dream, to wear a beautiful gown, to have her hair done, to step out with all her friends…. Even if, for her… Continue reading
When the barley harvest ends our AugustEven if the wind stays just where it is An interior axis tilts to northAnd whether or not it is measurably there Created crispness salts the air and mistsOur memories with bonfires and woodsmoke. And so I’ll take the early passageEven if the weather turnsEven if the summer holdsA… Continue reading
The Moment It Happened
I think I said, ‘What’? Yes; it must have been Unable as I was to think beyond The stomach-fall, the tightness in my chest Consideration left me and I stopped. But context is important, we know this, So I will tell you what transpired before The moor-bell rang a message-bearer in And made the thorn… Continue reading
I had an American friend in uni who told me she grew up thinking that staircases were magical and only wonderful and important people, magical people, would have staircases. I asked her, weren’t there stairs in any of the buildings you visited back in your home country? And she was all, sure, but not like… Continue reading
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
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.