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
There is always room for dreams, and dreams that skew into reality are our specialty here in Faerie. Whether it’s the dreams we share amongst ourselves, the dreams that terrify us out of complacency, or the dreams we give to those mundane humans strong enough to withstand them, they are always alive with us. And so,… Continue reading
by Lord Bartleby von Tinkleton, Esq., Guest Columnist. Of course there have been rumours that I’ve recently chosen to spend time in the Fae Realm of Awenia. I admit, I had lunch there. And in fact, I have grown quite fond of the Realm, which was first brought to my attention when an acquaintance suggested… Continue reading
I watched through the window, I did. I watched clouds through the window, and below. It looked like a dance, like you were dancing with me and I was watching us but with us and then sometimes it was as if there was no separation between us, and I thought that was because we must… Continue reading
FAE LADY LETITIA LUPERCALIA: Volunteerism is my calling. I believe it comes from a higher place, the desire to help those less fortunate than oneself, to bring them along in the world and lift them up. And who, really, is less fortunate than a poor animal? Even mythical animals receive such terrible starts in life. They… Continue reading
Don’t Look Down
Dreams are so weird. I mean, I’ve spent large portions of the past few years explaining the vagaries of being a Fae Queen through dream sequences because sometimes they’re the only things that make more sense than trying to explain it all as a straight-up narrative. But that doesn’t mean they make sense. Sometimes they… Continue reading
“I know this must look like a small place to you. You see what you can perceive with whatever perceptions were given you by the gods. I cannot convey to you the vastness of it, not really; you’re not equipped to handle it. That’s not meant to be patronising, or belittling, I promise: it’s just… Continue reading
The Door Into Autumn
It’s not what you’d think. You’d think, if someone told you there was a door to autumn, that beyond this door there would be sweet smelling coffee drinks. And maple leaves. But the truth is, the journey to autumn, although it is always the same, is always changing. That was paradoxical. I am allowed to be… Continue reading
Hedy Lamarr’s Attic
My attic’s my refuge. Now, you might think, “Hedy, what are you doing in your attic wearing a spectacular gown? The truth is, I had a Thing earlier tonight. Sure, a girl can walk away from her mortal life and retire somewhat quietly into Faerie, but celebrity never dies. There is apparently no Nu Jyorck fashion… Continue reading
Night Flying Is Freedom. And so many of the people I see in the world do not have this freedom. I know it is my calling, my duty, to give it to them. As their rightful Queen, I am obliged to create for them a world in which they no longer fear tyranny. I have done this many… 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.