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Spaces in the Narrative
From Lira: Now, you may be wondering how I found my way back home. I know I would be. Just wishing I could go home did not help at all. Instead, after a brief lecture from Morti (remember Morti? Morti the mare!) about when and where spaces in the narrative (I am not hyberbolising: that Continue reading
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Musica Universalis
From Gwyneth: Perhaps I have not told you this, but in another life, on another timeline, you might even say in another reality, your Faerie Queen is a musician. Not a famous one, but a good one. It is said that Faeries, while we may inspire great art, are incapable of producing it ourselves. Perhaps Continue reading
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Enraptured by Öndheim
From Friðrós: OK, first of all, I don’t know what happened for the first, like, ten days of the Faire. It was like The Author forgot we existed or something. Not that I’m unused to that: I am generally unhappy with where my storyline is going, and I would like to have a word with Continue reading
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Mer Moon
Short Stories I have seen them riding seaward on the wavesCombing the white hair of the waves blown backWhen the wind blows the water white and black. —TS Eliot, The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock Her voice is like a soothing wave:She calls to every doomed desire.And such a sweet and tempting graveAwaits past Continue reading
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A Grand Sight
From Lira: This Realm-hopping lark is becoming addictive. And it’s easy, as with most things, for me to lose focus and stop thinking about getting back to Awenia or finding HFM. Recently, I’ve started to wonder what makes it all work. And, wouldn’t you know it, I found myself in a gallery room, the sort Continue reading
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The Path to Sight
From Lira: A PedestalBeneath my feet andStone hard as a heartMy flowing gownBarely a gown and stoneStone all around I dreamed a galaxyAround me and I lostA race with tomorrowI lost a race: my eyesLost vision, but thereThe Sight found me I lost a race: the lightCaught my eyes andBlinded them: the fogRose up around Continue reading
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An Enchanting Midsummer
From The Author: You know, nothing makes my little pagan heart go flippity-flippity more than the prospect of visiting a shopping event where there will be lots of magical stuff to look at! Once again, Dark Passions Events, headed by the super-creative and super-lovely BCreative Wilde of Eventyra, have delivered a Midsummer Enchantment to help Continue reading
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The Noiselessness of Ling Xiao Long
First Voice: To wear this world of paper, you must firstImagine how the texture fits your form.It wrinkles there, and here’s a dash of red,and over there the shadow of a path. Second Voice: It’s not enough to be a paper doll;No, you must learn to breathe in two, not threeDimensions: forget depth, and think Continue reading
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I Ditched Brán!
From Friðrós: What a strait laced old tight-arse he is! But I managed to get him lost in A’Dracunas: it’s not hard to do— the signs even tell you how! I lit off across the border into a place called The Dark Awakening, which was not very dark at all, picked up some new clothes, Continue reading
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Poetry is an Echo, Asking a Shadow to Dance
Carl Sandburg wrote those words. Sandburg as a poet wasn’t studied overmuch when I was at uni doing my literature Master’s, but I had read some of his things in an independent study. He was on the short list of poets I wanted to cover in my PhD work, partly because, when I looked in 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 