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Homecoming?
After many long months of masquerading as a (not very good, but improving, I think) art teacher, I eventually identified five proto-fae and helped them find mentors who could be there for them as they found their way in the restrictive Realm that was their home, at least for the nonce. I did not relish pretending Continue reading
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Threats
Every day, a new threat. The whole Island is jumpy over it. At first I thought maybe it was one of the children pulling a prank — some objectionable graffiti; nothing we couldn’t handle. And then, they set a boat on fire in the harbour. One of our new residents put it out, with the help Continue reading
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Nightswimming
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night….. I’ve been singing this song to myself for days. And like all earworms, even though it’s beautiful the repetition can get to you after a while. So I went to a Realm of Water to sing to myself and hopefully get it out of my system. Don’t forget: the Midsummer Continue reading
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Still Standing in San Mora
You know what? I don’t care any more. I’ve been living in this city for gods know how long, and I’ve watched the people come and go, and I’m just not interested in any of their bull any more. I will walk where I want, dress how I want, eat what I want, go out at Continue reading
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An Oracle in The Rose
Funny thing about the Great Faire: you never know what will happen to you when you cross into a new Realm. I found myself in The Rose, for example, blindfolded. I held a pendulum in my hand; around my neck was another. And I knew, somehow, that I was up high. It might have had to Continue reading
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Dancing on The Hill
Oh, The Hill. Colours just seem brighter there. Light seems to come from all directions. Animals and tiny creature frolic. It made me want to frolic, too. And then, of course, there is the music. At the Great Faire, music comes from all directions. Sometimes it’s contemplative and thoughtful, but last night, there was dance music. Continue reading
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A Home in Raven’s Perch
The Great Faire has opened, finally. For the next fortnight (well, nine days), I shall only be nipping home to grab important things or add new furniture to the Treehouse (there is so much to find here!). I shall tell you stories, and I shall be so many people. But today, I will let the puppeteer 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 