Lelutka
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After The Opera
I remember everything. From the first haunting strains, through the climax of Act I, and into the tears of Act II. The details come to me in dreams: the places we went, the melodies we shared, the deep red of roses, the underpinning of music, and the love of music, and the longing for the… Continue reading
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Early Passage
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
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Short Time
It’s been so long. Yes, as usual, I have spent all my time working. The practical side of faery is no less real than anything else you read, but it does not leave everyone’s favourite svart alfar very much leisure time. This is my last faery tour job before I take a short holiday, and… Continue reading
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Things I am Not Meant To Do, Part I
By Princess Briar Rose, aka, Talia, aka, That Girl, aka, The Cursed One, aka, loads of other names people just haven’t called me to my face yet. I’m not allowed up to the moor To catch the copper twilight slant I’m not allowed even to view The windows of Maleficent I’m not allowed to visit her… Continue reading
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Sweet Disillusion
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
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Pond Side
Some Days, all I want is to relax and not think about anything heavy. As the Queen in Awenia, days like that are hard to come by, but I managed to schedule one, yesterday in fact. Summer needs a pool, and Faerie provides. At the far end of the Sacred Grove, there’s now a rock-lined pond,… Continue reading
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The Way Things Grow
I should be used to it, really. Used to the way things appear and disappear and remake themselves. It is Faerie, after all. But that never stops me from just staring in raw wonder at some of the things that crop up. In the Sacred Grove, there’s a new faerie circle with lovely illuminated grass and mushrooms that,… Continue reading
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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
About Me
Narrators Gwyneth, The Amazing Catwoman, Friðrós, Lira, 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 they were wearing in the pictures.
Gwen Enchanted is a story blogger, a fantasy fashion blogger, and a thoughtful in-world photographer.
Absolutely no generative AI is ever used in these creations, whether they be photographic or writing. Gwen holds a Master’s in creative writing, years of experience as a graphic designer, and can speak extemporaneously in iambic pentameter, among other things. In world, she operates, with her partner Kela Smash, a little shop called /safe for mortals/, where you can get super nifty face art and tattoos, all of which are hand drawn or properly licensed for sale (and she will show you the receipts if you like).
Caution: contains poetry.
