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Rune Dance
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
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Golden, Golden
Slowly, slowly, walk the path, And you might never stumble or fall. Slowly, slowly, walk the path, And you might never fall in love at all. Golden, golden, is her hair, Like the morning sun over fields of corn. Golden, golden, flows her love, So sweet and clear and warm. Lonely, lonely, is the heart… Continue reading
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An Hour’s Escape
Yes, yes, I know. I bitch and moan a lot about being Queen. It’s not really a fun job. I’m sure some people might read this (assuming anybody ever does read it) and snort with derision: there are people in the world who have nothing, and it would seem that I have everything. But I also… Continue reading
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Hope Among the Wreckage
I remember the walk through the woods was long. I don’t know why I was walking: I always seem to forget I can fly in these dreams. The sky seemed to have two settings: completely overcast, or blistering sun. I looked down at the red dress and boots, wondered why I was wearing such things. At… Continue reading
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The Blessing of the Bread
Queen, Protector, Priestess, Sorceress, Storyteller, Guardian, Faery, Elf, Myth: I am all these things. For the denizens of the Wylds, I am the representative of light, the definition of beauty, the walking guise of Love Itself. And so we come to Lughnasadh. Lammas. First Harvest. The Commemoration of Lugh. And the villagers bring me their loaves… Continue reading
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Glinda Could Have Fixed The Whole Thing, You Know.
I can’t stop thinking about this Wizard of Oz thing. So much so that I Realmhopped just to get a chance to re-watch the film on iTunes. And you know, I was right about Dorothy: my memories of her were indeed correct. She learns that she shouldn’t reach high and far. Poor kid. But Glinda. Wow,… Continue reading
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Somewhere…
More memories of my Welsh Granny, who was born in 1933. When she was ten years old, her mother and father took her to Cardiff for a weekend. In Cardiff, there was a cinema. This was the first time my Granny had ever been to the cinema. The film was The Wizard of Oz. I’ve already mentioned… Continue reading
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Look at this cool stuff I found!
It happens to everybody. Stuff gets in the way of our favourite hobby, and we can’t turn out five stellar blog posts in a week. In fact, I’ve found the experience of going back to work after nearly 18 months out of the business absolutely draining and exhausting. Not to mention we’re having a heat wave… 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.
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