Genus Project
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The Calm After
Winterfell seems quiet now. Everyone’s gone South, and I’m spending my days worrying. I know the news, when it comes, will be full of tragedy. I just hope not very many of those tragedies will touch me. Does that make me selfish? Sorry; not sorry. I spent too long being timid and sorry: now I am Continue reading
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You think you know us
You say we are dark because we come from down below I say we are dark because we are the face of shadow You say we are freakish with our shocks of silver hair But I have seen your partners with their bleachpots and their envy stare At us who tend the blooming crystals, mine Continue reading
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Glow Baths and Dragon Dances in The Shrine Tree
As Quiet As the Night Is, That’s how The Shrine Tree light is And you know you will come in, you will; you will If we invite you in, you will, you will To see you sense of wonder, we will lift you to the lanterns; We will let you taste our sweetest cakes But only Continue reading
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Glimpses of the Light of Va’loth
Sometimes, a focal point is so overwhelming it’s the only thing you see. That’s why it’s a focal point, after all. That’s what it’s like in Light of Va’loth. The towering statue, be she goddess, heroine, or legend, is impossible to look away from: she is visible from nearly every point on the region, and she carries Continue reading
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What’s the Best time of the Year for Gowns?
It’s a trick question! Every time of the year is the best time for gowns! I really do not know why we don’t all just traipse around our Second Lives in ballgowns, 24/7. But then, I’m probably one of the “gowniest” photographers/bloggers on the grid, and my idea of fun is to see how many crowns I Continue reading
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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
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Be Like a Bird
Be like a bird, who halting in her flight On a limb too slight, feels it give way beneath her Yet sings, sings, knowing she has wings Yet sings, sings, knowing she has wings Be like a bird Who, halting in her flight On a limb too slight, Feels it give way beneath her, Yet sings, Continue reading
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The Certainty of Rain
This year has been something else. It’s been the longest, hottest summer anybody can remember. And here I was, thinking I was the luckiest Naiad alive: spend a summer studying folklore and literature in Paris, get to know the Nymphs of the Seine, practice my not-very-good French on a city full of every kind of being Continue reading
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Mermaid’s Daughter
You have to understand. My mother and I, we’re not close. It all started when she moved us away from the city, onto the edge of an island where the only other beings to play with were seals (and the occasional and rare selkie), birds, and sometimes a drifting fisherman might bring his children along with 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 