Les Sucreries de Fairy
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An End, And A Beginning
From Gwyneth: My darlings, I have returned from a long sabbatical. As always, it is entirely The Author’s fault and has nothing to do with me; however I am stuck explaining to you all the boring details of her life (ongoing mental stuff that I do not understand, and a big house move, which I Continue reading
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Stories … for children, you say?
I have been called many things, I grant you, but “safe for children” is not among them. That said, it remains that here we are together, and here you are, deciding whether to follow me or turn around and go home. Now, I could be my usual self and tell you that following me would Continue reading
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Moor Dance
You’ve dreamed of fairies dancing on the moor How gracefully they start: how fair they are But soon, they’re overcome with their own flight They lose the roses nesting in their hair An audience of forest creatures stays But carefully: those tiny feet still hurt If they land on your spine or on your paws Continue reading
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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
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A Dream Of Spirits
The fox journey has seemed at times surreal, at times frustrating, and at all times inscrutable. I do not understand why this spirit fox picked me, why he keeps showing up in my dreams, why he so desperately wants to show me this or that. But this time, I thought I was alone. It seemed Continue reading
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The Power of Hope
No; I don’t know what happened. In a moment of reflection, I began considering our land and its predicament. I took myself to the water ritual dais and meditated for a while upon the great axe left there, sunk in the stone, for some foretold ruler whom many now believed would never come. What to do; 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
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 