Maitreya
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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
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Staircase
I had an American friend in uni who told me she grew up thinking that staircases were magical and only wonderful and important people, magical people, would have staircases. I asked her, weren’t there stairs in any of the buildings you visited back in your home country? And she was all, sure, but not like Continue reading
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Look! A Squirrel!
I thought it was time to give a more complete overview of Awenia Faerie and how it’s changing this summer, and of course as your Queen it made sense (to me, anyway) to start in the Royal Book Garden. The Royal Book Garden itself is linked to the Book Forest, of course; these places grow organically out Continue reading
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How To Remember The Perfect Storm
This is the story of a rooftop and a memory, a memory I remade because it needed to change, and I will start from the end and then jump right back to the beginning, because I’ve recently learned that not everyone does this. I am a historical revisionist, I guess. Because here is the memory I Continue reading
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Show & Tell
It was my favourite part of primary school. Show & Tell Day. At our primary school, it was on a Tuesday, and you had to tell the teacher ahead of time if you were going to bring something and it couldn’t be alive or have any allergens, so that peanut-eating hamster was totally out. ‘Who has 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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Storm’s Coming
Dear Richard, I got your email. I mean, obviously I got it; else I wouldn’t be replying to it. You can probably see your email at the bottom of my email or something. I don’t know. I guess it depends on your client and your preferences, but yeah. Hi. It’s morning here, or I guess Continue reading
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The Longest Short Walk Home
Warning The blank verse story below might make folks uncomfortable. It tells the story of a woman, different from others in her town, and a brief moment she endures on her walk home from a late night at her pub job. It shines a light on the shame we might feel when we are judged Continue reading
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Fox Mother And The Faerie Meadow
How alike we are, the Faery Queen and me, the Fox Mother. Centuries and continents and worlds divided, and yet we were born from the same desire, the same seeking if you will. We are the longing to explain the ineffable. We are the why the full pot of rice has disappeared without a sound. We 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
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 