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Papa Says…
Papa says, ‘Don’t talk to boys’. Papa says, ‘Keep your head covered in church’. Papa says, ‘Don’t speak unless you’re asked to speak’. Papa says, ‘Don’t let your eyes follow a man’. Papa says, ‘Don’t be like your mother’. Papa says, ‘Keep your shoulders covered’. Papa says, ‘Don’t you lift your skirts when you dance’. Papa… Continue reading
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Back to the Magic Shoppe
It might not have been such a good idea. But I couldn’t help myself. How many times have I said that over the years? Yeah; you do the maths. Anyway. After I found myself in my bower garden, eating the heart of a probably-still-alive raven and then running off to Mornoth for what I can only… Continue reading
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Where’s she gone now?
Going back into full time work has affected my blogging schedule more than I’d like it to, which probably isn’t a surprise for those of you who know me. Today I’m home sick with something that feels more flu-like as the hours go on (and I just got a flu shot last week—oh, the humanity!), but… Continue reading
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Into the Dark
There is, in a Realm that doesn’t get a lot of traffic, a magic shop. It claims to be a “Magick Shoppe”, but that’s neither here or there. I discovered it by accident once when I was out looking for … oh, I don’t know. Something. Anyway, the fellow who runs the shoppe [sic] is a… Continue reading
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The Other Side of the Forest
This life of dreams will come to an end soon: I feel it, and I fear it. I have wasted my summer, my power, wishing and hoping to be elsewhere, and now… Now Mabon is upon me. I feel Autumn clutching at my heels with every step I walk. And the future looks darker still, but… Continue reading
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Golden, Golden
Slowly, slowly, walk the path, And you might never stumble or fall. Slowly, slowly, walk the path, And you might never fall in love at all. Golden, golden, is her hair, Like the morning sun over fields of corn. Golden, golden, flows her love, So sweet and clear and warm. Lonely, lonely, is the heart… Continue reading
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An Hour’s Escape
Yes, yes, I know. I bitch and moan a lot about being Queen. It’s not really a fun job. I’m sure some people might read this (assuming anybody ever does read it) and snort with derision: there are people in the world who have nothing, and it would seem that I have everything. But I also… Continue reading
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Hope Among the Wreckage
I remember the walk through the woods was long. I don’t know why I was walking: I always seem to forget I can fly in these dreams. The sky seemed to have two settings: completely overcast, or blistering sun. I looked down at the red dress and boots, wondered why I was wearing such things. At… Continue reading
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The Blessing of the Bread
Queen, Protector, Priestess, Sorceress, Storyteller, Guardian, Faery, Elf, Myth: I am all these things. For the denizens of the Wylds, I am the representative of light, the definition of beauty, the walking guise of Love Itself. And so we come to Lughnasadh. Lammas. First Harvest. The Commemoration of Lugh. And the villagers bring me their loaves… Continue reading
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Glinda Could Have Fixed The Whole Thing, You Know.
I can’t stop thinking about this Wizard of Oz thing. So much so that I Realmhopped just to get a chance to re-watch the film on iTunes. And you know, I was right about Dorothy: my memories of her were indeed correct. She learns that she shouldn’t reach high and far. Poor kid. But Glinda. Wow,… 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 