Maitreya
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Domus Novus
by Lord Bartleby von Tinkleton, Esq., Guest Columnist. Of course there have been rumours that I’ve recently chosen to spend time in the Fae Realm of Awenia. I admit, I had lunch there. And in fact, I have grown quite fond of the Realm, which was first brought to my attention when an acquaintance suggested Continue reading
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Ghost
I watched through the window, I did. I watched clouds through the window, and below. It looked like a dance, like you were dancing with me and I was watching us but with us and then sometimes it was as if there was no separation between us, and I thought that was because we must Continue reading
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Unicorn Sanctuary
FAE LADY LETITIA LUPERCALIA: Volunteerism is my calling. I believe it comes from a higher place, the desire to help those less fortunate than oneself, to bring them along in the world and lift them up. And who, really, is less fortunate than a poor animal? Even mythical animals receive such terrible starts in life. They Continue reading
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Don’t Look Down
Dreams are so weird. I mean, I’ve spent large portions of the past few years explaining the vagaries of being a Fae Queen through dream sequences because sometimes they’re the only things that make more sense than trying to explain it all as a straight-up narrative. But that doesn’t mean they make sense. Sometimes they Continue reading
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Arrival
“I know this must look like a small place to you. You see what you can perceive with whatever perceptions were given you by the gods. I cannot convey to you the vastness of it, not really; you’re not equipped to handle it. That’s not meant to be patronising, or belittling, I promise: it’s just Continue reading
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The Door Into Autumn
It’s not what you’d think. You’d think, if someone told you there was a door to autumn, that beyond this door there would be sweet smelling coffee drinks. And maple leaves. But the truth is, the journey to autumn, although it is always the same, is always changing. That was paradoxical. I am allowed to be Continue reading
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Hedy Lamarr’s Attic
My attic’s my refuge. Now, you might think, “Hedy, what are you doing in your attic wearing a spectacular gown? The truth is, I had a Thing earlier tonight. Sure, a girl can walk away from her mortal life and retire somewhat quietly into Faerie, but celebrity never dies. There is apparently no Nu Jyorck fashion 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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Like A Ghost
Like a ghost, she comes. Over the water gliding gladly See her there among the stones. See her there among the stones Glows she like a moonlit pearl Like a ghost she comes. Glows she like a moonlit pearl Stars above her, sea below Over the water gliding gladly Over the water gliding gladly Watch Continue reading
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The Greening
So it may come as a surprise to you that I slept part of the winter away in the Guest House. This is a beautiful floating island house created by the architects at The Looking Glass, and it’s so cosy. I love the castle, but it’s so big! Now, of course, it isn’t drafty, because when Riven re-engineered it, she 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 