Maitreya
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Paper Worlds
From The Author: Probably one of my favourite things about blogging in Second life, or it might really be my favourite, is what I think of as the circle of inspiration. I find inspiration in the wonderful things I get to build stories around here, and in so doing, I get to call attention to great creators.… Continue reading
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A walk in the Garden at Storybrooke
My disturbing dreams continue. I am so angry with Father I could just spit! So very angry. He has all this land, all this Land of Ronaofa, and I am his only child, biology notwithstanding. He has adopted no one else, and I am old enough now to take a husband and begin a household of my… Continue reading
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The Certainty of Rain
This year has been something else. It’s been the longest, hottest summer anybody can remember. And here I was, thinking I was the luckiest Naiad alive: spend a summer studying folklore and literature in Paris, get to know the Nymphs of the Seine, practice my not-very-good French on a city full of every kind of being… Continue reading
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I think I’m Paranoid….
Have you ever had that feeling, the one where you’re sure someone is watching you, or following you, but then when you turn around, there’s nothing there? I think I’m paranoid, or at least I was in last night’s dream. I was walking down this completely unreal corridor, because no one would paint an actual corridor… Continue reading
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One Step Forward
Another mystifying dream, in which I seem to be working for some charity? Let me try to remember it in more detail for you. It’s my first evening on the street. That’s what they call it anyway. I have to stifle a laugh every time my pod leader says it. But no matter how long we… Continue reading
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Daily Commute
That air of difference, the sense of it, never really leaves you. It works its way out to the surface in ways you won’t even see ’til one day you’re discussing it all with your hypothetical future therapist/healer/priest/take your pick. Sometimes you can still save the memory, if that happens. You can gloss over the prickly bits, change… Continue reading
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Jungle Dream
I awoke to the sound of water. The environment, and the fact that I wasn’t really comfortable inside my body gave me the clue that this might be a dream. I stretched. Nothing felt right. I mean, it felt like my body. But everything else was wrong. And… what was I wearing? At least the chair was… Continue reading
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The Changing Landscape of Awenia, 3
After Bran suggested home, I couldn’t get there fast enough. Of course, Awenia is a small Realm, so it’s not difficult to fly from town to the castle, particularly when there’s a great swath of empty land beneath you. I wonder what I’ll put there. Hm. Once I’d changed clothes, Bran had one of the footmen bring… Continue reading
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The Changing Landscape of Awenia, 2
OK, so from time to time I get curious. And even though Bob (unicorns hate people names: I call him that to piss him off) and I have been having a great time frolicking around the great forest (more on that later), I decided it couldn’t hurt to check out what she is doing with Faerie. I mean,… Continue reading
About Me
Narrators Gwyneth, The Amazing Catwoman, Friðrós, Lira, 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 they were wearing in the pictures.
Gwen Enchanted is a story blogger, a fantasy fashion blogger, and a thoughtful in-world photographer.
Absolutely no generative AI is ever used in these creations, whether they be photographic or writing. Gwen holds a Master’s in creative writing, years of experience as a graphic designer, and can speak extemporaneously in iambic pentameter, among other things. In world, she operates, with her partner Kela Smash, a little shop called /safe for mortals/, where you can get super nifty face art and tattoos, all of which are hand drawn or properly licensed for sale (and she will show you the receipts if you like).
Caution: contains poetry.
