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Catching Hearts
So much to blog, so little time! The beginning of the month is always a whirlwind, isn’t it? All those great events opening up, finding out what our favourite creators have been up to…. I’m on several time deadlines: my holiday is almost over, and I’m preparing to go back to work on Wednesday, so you… Continue reading
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Once Upon a Fairy Tale…
Yesterday, I took the Gypsy Davey to Once Upon a Fairy Tale. The sim, which is currently in the SL Destinations Guide, is a whimsical smorgasbord of several floating islands depicting various bits and pieces of fairy tales. Davey, of course, went straight for the Elven Pavilion, to pay his respects to the goddess and to… Continue reading
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The Stolen Child
Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuthwood in the lake There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we’ve hid our fairy vats, Full of berries And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in… Continue reading
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In the Belly
There is a moment, no matter where I am in the Realm, a moment when I can feel the world begin to wake from dark to light. Today I was walking from the frozen lake, over the frozen ground, toward a little tea shop I like, and I saw, for the first time, grass growing through… Continue reading
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Evil Fairy Academy Graduation!
So it seems the Powers That Be (whoever they are, may their Names be praised!) heard my cry! Just after I lamented about what a drag it is to be a Good Fairy Godmother, I was contacted by a Shadowy Force, who took me away to Evil Fairy Godmother Academy! It was just like all those… Continue reading
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Eve of Destruction?
OK, I am fucking nervous about this “Art Teacher” gig. You can laugh ’til you spit, and I will still be nervous about it. Because I know what secondary school children are like: I was one not very long ago, and I was a holy fucking terror. Is this what an art teacher looks like? I’ve… Continue reading
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Other Jobs For Faeries?
Ah, morning in a winter Faeryland. And I emerge from my picturesque house (which is kind of a hovel, to be fair) into the crisp early morning, where everything looks a bit like a Thomas Kincaid painting … to go to work. There is definitely something wrong with this picture. Because I am off to attend… Continue reading
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ERROR: Out Of Cheese
Our first weekend away in I don’t know how long. Oh, it was going to be glorious! Clutie had gone ahead of us to the little cabin by the river and stocked the fridge, but other than that, we’d have no contact with Faerie unless there was an emergency of epic proportion. That was the… Continue reading
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Long-Term Contract
Owen didn’t come. He sent some minion of his. I stood out in the fucking rain. On the fucking roof. He sent a minion, some half-grown boy. “We’ve got a job for you,” says this boy. “Do we,” I responded. “Owen needs you to come to his place, as a human, tomorrow evening. Here’s the address.”… Continue reading
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Air and Darkness
I braved the sea today. Out on the edge of the Realm, where the water flows (always) round the now-frozen landscape, there is a fragment of an old temple, lovingly preserved by the demifae. And a lighthouse. There is little else in this corner of the Realm, save the lighthousekeeper’s house, which is just far enough from… 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 