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The Big Tea
Well, it finally happened. Her Majesty, Queen Gwyneth, Mistress of All She Surveys, had one of her people invite me for a morning tea in the Remembrance Garden. “Welcome,” she said, as if it were the most natural thing to be meeting up like this, after all this time. “I know I have promised you a face to… Continue reading
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More Glamour!
Bhánel wants more photographs! It turns out that Glamour, by Bhánel, will be marketed to different groups of people in different ways. The first campaign, which I showed you here, is targeted toward “sophisticated young professionals who want to project a classy, classic image.” The second campaign is targeted toward “younger, more adventurous women.” The idea is that Glamour can turn… Continue reading
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I think I’m Paranoid….
Have you ever had that feeling, the one where you’re sure someone is watching you, or following you, but then when you turn around, there’s nothing there? I think I’m paranoid, or at least I was in last night’s dream. I was walking down this completely unreal corridor, because no one would paint an actual corridor… Continue reading
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The Changing Landscape of Awenia, 2
OK, so from time to time I get curious. And even though Bob (unicorns hate people names: I call him that to piss him off) and I have been having a great time frolicking around the great forest (more on that later), I decided it couldn’t hurt to check out what she is doing with Faerie. I mean,… Continue reading
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Left Luggage
A magical pathway spread out before me as I entered the Realm of Erstwhile. My assignment wasn’t clear, but I’ve worked the Great Faire long enough to understand that sometimes you just have to find the Guard supervisor and let him (or her, or whoever) direct you. I stopped and turned to look. Before me sprawled Erstwhile… Continue reading
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Greetings from Astrid’s Nemeton!
We’ve settled in to our digs for the duration of the Great Faire, in the intriguing Realm of Astrid’s Nemeton. It seems to be a mixture of Asatru and Druidic cultures. The denizens here are (mostly) friendly, although some of them have rather large teeth! We brought fae steeds, of course, as one can never be… Continue reading
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We Are All The Story
Alone in the woods, I am looking for something. I don’t know what I am looking for, but that’s not unusual. I hear a noise, not far away, and I turn to see Another version of me, telling stories to animals. Her/my voice rises and falls, and they are rapt. Dragons flutter round the edges, bunnies… Continue reading
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Nag, Nag, Nag!
I swear, sometimes I wish I actually had to do everything myself, because then I would not be surrounded by dozens of demifae, all twittering at me to do this or that, or make a decision about that other thing, and why don’t I want a big formal dining room in the treehouse, and on, and on,… Continue reading
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Contractual Obligation
It’s not like I just sit around eating bonbons, you know. Not like some faeries. No, I have to work for a living. And occasionally that means doing stuff I don’t like, even if I kind of do like it in the end. That probably made no sense, but I can clarify by telling you that I… 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 