If life gives you lemons, then you grab life by the balls and say you're taking them too. Why make lemonade when you can make testicle stew? I don't take shit from no one, I stand up to bullies like you.
GhoulSpawn The Crazed and The Rose Garden of The Pink Necromancer: Free Sample Excerpt From The Novel (No clue what chapter it is, it's anyone's guess)
It has been brought to my attention, by several fans, that you have read all the currently published novels and are eagerly awaiting publication of the rest of the series. However, life being what it is, the town of Old Orchard Beach being what it is, and my health being what it is... publication of the novels got put on hold with an entire 2 years passing with no new novels published.
As I have many chapters of each volume finished, and each story can be read on their own in any order, without continuing one to the next, I have come to the conclusion that the best way to sait your appetite for more Quaraun, in between the publication of the finished novels, the best thing to do therefore is to simply publish the chapters that are finished here on my site, to give you something to read while waiting for each novel to be finished.
Please note that while not "true" erotica, the Quaraun series is sold as "Adult Entertainment" and is not intended for readers under the age of 18.
The Quaraun Series Is Yaoi (Gay Porn). While not "true Erotica" it is considered by most readers to be "Erotica" of some shape or form, due to the graphic nature of the sex content.
Most of the graphic stuff will not be found posted online, you'll have to read the novel for those scenes. While the excerpt below likely does not contain the stuff listed above, know that the novel it came from does, so do not buy the novel if any of those things bother you.
The Series Is Psychedelic Unicorn Porn & Contains Masochistic Drug Addicted Transvestite Twinkie Uke Elves Having Sex with Sadistic Drug Dealing UnDead Seme Unicorns
You must be 18 or older to buy the novels this excerpt comes from.
GhoulSpawn The Crazed and The Rose Garden of The Pink Necromancer: Chapter: Sheep
GhoulSpawn, or rather the Thullid living in his body, sat at the table with Quaraun and Unicorn, but sat with his hands in his lap, glumly staring at the food before him and not touching it.
"Why is ya no eating, Ghouly?" Unicorn asked.
"I want to go home."
"Ya is home."
"Let me leave."
"Have ya anot'er home?"
"He's been living in a cave," Quaraun explained to Unicorn. "Ever since he was implanted. The Thullid knows the cave as 'home', not Black Tower."
"I used t alives in a cave," Unicorn said. "Caves is nice."
Unicorn slide a jar of honeycomb, dripping with golden honey, in front of GhoulSpawn.
"I'm not hungry," GhoulSpawn said.
"Yes ya is. And ya likes honey. I got that just for ya. Yis going t'rough tough time right now. I gots ya that to cheer ya up. I got stung by lots of bees getting that for ya."
Unicorn paused to think about his encounter with the bees.
“Huh? Ya know. I never been stung to death by bees. I found me a new way to die! Oh joy. Remind me to do that tomorrow.”
“Do what?” Quaraun asked.
“Find a bee hive, smash it up and let them sting me to death.”
Quaraun stared at Unicorn. There was so many things he wanted to say, but he couldn’t think of which one to say first. He wasn’t given the chance to say any of them though, as GhoulSpawn spoke up first.
"Please let me go."
Unicorn looked over at Quaraun.
"I remembers anot'er Elf saying that to me. Long time past. I caught him and kept him. And him just kept saysing it over and over again: 'Please let me go.' Him were hurt and I was trying to take cares of him, but him was so scared, him did not see it that way. Finally one day, I realize, it did no matter, how much I cared about him, how much I kept him warm and safe and fed and dry from the weather, him were like bird in cage, never more allowed to fly in the sky. I took care of him, but I also took hims freedom and so all he would do, was sit on the floor and say over and over again: 'Please let me go.' Broke my heart to see him so sad. So I let him go."
"What happened to him?" GhoulSpawn asked.
"He missed me. About a year later, he came back, invited me to go live with him. He didn't have a house at the time, so we just wandered around, until we found this lighthouse, moved in, and painted it pink."
"Quaraun was your prisoner?"
"When will you bring back the doors?" GhoulSpawn asked Quaraun.
"When I'm sure you won't run away,” Quaraun answered.
"I am your prisoner?"
"No. You are ill. I don't want you getting hurt. In here you're safe. Out there you'll die."
"Let me go."
"No. Come. It's getting dark. It's time for bed."
Quaraun took his cane and used it to stand up.
"Elves don't sleep."
"No. But Thullids do."
"You seek to get me in a trap."
"I'm a Thullid like you,” Quaraun said. “I seek to rest. I am injured. Remember? I need to rest."
"Where are you injured?"
"My leg. It's crippled. Thus the cane? I can't walk good any more. I can't run to chase you. You could easily outrun me and get away. Thus no doors."
GhoulSpawn moved closer to Quaraun and grabbed the wizard's arm.
"It scares you."
GhoulSpawn examined the gold finger armour on Quaraun's hands.
"Your hands are crippled too. It's why you wear these. You can’t use your hands well. I remember you telling the Elf this."
"The Elf had a name."
"I'm not GhoulSpawn."
"Has any one given you a name yet?"
"No," he said sadly letting go of Quaraun's hand. "I am alone. I have no one."
"You have me. I am your medusa, remember?"
Quaraun placed his hand lovingly on GhoulSpawn's face.
"I am stronger then you..." GhoulSpawn said to himself, looking at his hands and realizing how very small Quaraun was.
"Yes. You are... arragh!"
Quaraun let out a yelp of fear as GhoulSpawn swung the Elf around, pulled him close and squeezed his arm around the frail Elf's chest crushing his ribs into his lungs so he couldn't breath.
"Please don't!" Quaraun begged as the strong Half-Elf -Demon squeezed tighter.
Unicorn jumped up to attack, but Quaraun stopped him.
Unicorn watched and waited.
GhoulSpawn held Quaraun tighter and tighter, testing to see how much he could hurt the Elf, how far he could go before the Elf fought back or the Lich stopped obeying the Necromancer. It was becoming difficult for Quaraun to breath, but still he held Unicorn back with a mind control spell that kept the Lich from moving forward. But it required the Necromancer the remain conscious in order to control the Lich and soon as Quaraun passed out, Unicorn lunged at GhoulSpawn's throat.
The Half Elf let go of Quaraun. The Elf slumped to the floor. He was only unconscious for a few seconds. Dazed and gasping, Quaraun pushed himself up to his knees and tried to catch his breath. He looked around, trying to gain his bearings and saw Unicorn on top of GhoulSpawn, pummeling him.
"Stop!" Quaraun commanded, stretching his hands out in their direction, freezing them both.
Quaraun struggled with the cane, trying to get back up. Then he pulled Unicorn away from GhoulSpawn then unfroze them both.
"Well ya stop doing t'at ta me!" Unicorn snarled viciously at Quaraun, putting his face in Quaraun's so that their noses were touching.
Quaraun shivered in fear and backed away from the angry Lich.
"I didn't want you to kill him," Quaraun stammered fearfully.
"He was gonna kill ya, ya stupid dolt."
"That's how you killed the Sun Elves," GhoulSpawn said, backing away from Quaraun with dread terror in his eyes.
"What? No. I didn't kill the Sun Elves," Quaraun said.
"Yes you did. The Half Elf lied to you. He lied a lot. He was too scared of you to tell you the truth. You killed the Sun Elves. He's the only one who lived, because he's the only one you didn't freeze. You said the spell would wear off but it didn't. They starved to death. He tried to save them. He tried to undo your spell and set them free. But he couldn't. He didn't know you were a Thullid. He did know you were a Psyon. He thought you were using magic spells. He didn't know you were using mind control."
"He didn't know I was a Thullid."
"I can fight you with that."
"No you can't. No Thullid can match me. I'm an Elder Brain. I didn't enter this Elf as a larvae like you. I was already thousands of years old. I can control any Thullid in range of me."
"Than why didn't you fight back."
"Just now? I wanted to see what you'd do." Quaraun held a hand against his chest. "I think you broke some ribs. Damn you're strong."
"I'm a lot stronger then you."
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"Psychically no. But physically, yes. It was initially why I submitted to GhoulSpawn the first time he made sexual advances to me. I did not have the strength to push him away and I didn't know him well. I didn't know if he'd hurt me to get what he wanted. It was easier to let him take what he wanted."
"Why didn't you use your psychic powers on him?"
"Uhm... I... I didn't really want him to stop... I like being raped. I'm not sure why. And I like beautiful things. You've in one hell of a gorgeous body."
"Yis being a slut again," Unicorn snarled.
"I still like you better then him," Quaraun said to the Phooka. "You've got a barbed penis. Two of them. Both capable of knotting. And fact that you're undead you never get tired, you can fuck me every five minutes all day long. Ain't no one ever gonna beat you out of first place in bed. You really have nothing to be jealous of any one else about. I am never gonna not want sex with you."
"Then why ya need him?"
"Only thing better then one good lover in bed with me, is two good lovers in bed with me at the same time. Do you have any idea, how much I want both of you inside of me at once."
"Ya've any idea how much t'at'll hurt?"
"Yeah. Why do you think I want it. The more it hurts, the more I like it."
"Yis a crazy Elf."
"I could force you to bring back the doors," GhoulSpawn interrupted.
"By hurting me? Unicorn would kill you."
"Let me go."
"I could kill you in your sleep."
"Yes. You could. I am old and frail and weak. You are young and big and strong. I don't trust you to not try to hurt me in my sleep. You keep trying to hurt me and I'll lock you in a cage in the dungeon. Make you sleep on cobblestone with no hay and no blankets. See how long you like that."
"You want to hurt me."
"No. I want you to fuck me. I liked being fucked by GhoulSpawn. I don't like that you killed him and took his body. But since you did and I can't do anything about it, I'd like you to just keep right on being him for me."
Quaraun waved a hand over his head and the spiral metal staircase to the fifth floor bedroom reappeared.
"I'm tired. He's horny. We're going to bed. You're coming with us. Go!"
Quaraun pointed to the stairs and waited for GhoulSpawn to go up them.
"What if I don't?"
Quaraun sighed and let his hand fall to his side.
"Unicorn, take us upstairs."
Before GhoulSpawn could say anything, the room around him vanished, instantly replaced by the elaborate pink bedroom of the Necromancer.
"You did that before," GhoulSpawn said pointing an accusing finger at Unicorn. "How do you do that?"
Unicorn shrugged. He didn't feel like talking to this new GhoulSpawn. He didn’t like the old GhoulSpawn and he was liking the new GhoulSpawn even less.
"It's called Blinking," Quaraun answered. "Or Shimmering. Or Fae Step. Most Faeries can do it. Younger ones can only move a few feet and only themselves. Older ones can move quite some distance with practice. More advanced ones can brings a person with them if they are touching them. Ancient ones, like Unicorn can move between rooms, villages, even countries and take people with them without touching them. Like he just did."
"The door is gone."
"Yes it is. I don't want you running away while I'm asleep."
"I could kill you in your sleep."
"Well that would be a really smart move on your part, wouldn't it? No doors. No windows, No food. No way out. Then you'd be stuck here forever. Starve to death, alone in this tower."
"I could just leave without you keeping me here."
"The door won't come back with me dead. How would you get out?"
“I’ll jump out a window.”
“From the top of a lighthouse?”
GhoulSpawn looked around.
"The windows are gone too."
"Don't want you jumping out. At this height, you'd break both legs, if you lived through the fall at all. Jaggard cliffs on one side, raging ocean on the other. You’d be smashed on the rocks or drown in the ocean, or both."
"What am I supposed to do while you sleep?"
"You sleep in bed with us."
GhoulSpawn stared at the bed, his yellow eyes growing wide as he stared at the giant pink ruffled four poster bed.
"Why would I do that?"
"You always did."
GhoulSpawn's yellow eyes left the bed and now stared at Quaraun.
"I am not your friend."
"You're in his body."
"That does not make me him."
"Then why treat me like I'm him?"
"You can learn to be him. Just as I learned to be the Elf I live in. It's not hard."
"You want me to be the Elf who died?"
"Yes. I do."
"I loved him. He was one of my lovers. He was one of my favourite lovers. He was my favourite lover after Unicorn."
"He was your family?"
"Yes. Do you not remember?"
"I remember. I remember he liked touching you. He liked being touched by you. He was scared of Unicorn. And every thing scared him. He had many females. Elves. Humans. Demons. He liked touching them too. He liked being touched. He was scared of their fathers and husbands. The girls he bedded with were too young to be made pregnant or already married so he didn't have to take responsibility for the offspring he made. He had a wife in every town. Left every one of them soon as they got pregnant. He just liked being touched. He didn't want to be a father. He preferred very young girls, because there was no chance of making them pregnant and they didn't know what he was doing to them. He thrilled over the secrecy. He loved the sense of danger of bedding little girls. You thought him innocent. He was not. He was a pedophile and rapist. A grave robber and a thief. Necrophiliac. Couldn’t stop stealing sheep. Kidnapper and a child molester. He was not a good person. He hid a lot of things from you. He hid sheep from every body. He ran from village to village, never had a place to call home, because he kept getting caught by fathers and husbands, in bed with their daughters and wives. When he didn't have any one else, he had his pockets full of sheep."
GhoulSpawn pulled a sheep out of one of his many dozens of pockets that were far bigger on the inside.
"What do think he keep things things in his pockets for?"
Quaraun tried not to laugh. The sheep bleated. GhoulSpawn stuffed it back in his pocket.
"Your friend was a deviated sheep loving pervert."
Unicorn couldn't help but laugh.
"We kinda knews t'at about him," Unicorn said. "Him were always trying to hide them sheep. Even when we saw him with them, him still swear up and down him had no sheep. Poor Ghouly. Him did like his sheep a bit too much."
"And you want me to be HIM?"
"Well," Quaraun smiled, trying not to laugh. "You don't have to fuck sheep like he did. Unless you want to. I certainly can't judge you if you did, considering what I do."
"You like letting horses fuck up your ass."
"Yes, I do. Ghouly had his sheep. I have my double dicked Unicorn."
"You're both deviated perverts."
"Once upon a time, I was an asexual Thullid like you. Then I realized I was living in the body of an Elf. Elves have sexual needs and strange burning desires. Deny yourself Elf body of the things it needs to survive and it'll go mad. Better to get used to having that dick hanging between your legs early in the transition. It'll become your favourite toy. If you keep it well exercised it won't get in the way of the rest of your life."
"You want me to play with my dick?"
"I'll gladly do it for you.”
"WHY!" GhoulSpawn looked horrified at the thought.
"Because right now I'm very horny and I can't think of anything I want to do more at this moment then have him fuck my ass while I suck your dick."
GhoulSpawn took a few steps back.
"You're not touching me."
"Suit yourself. Ghouly liked letting me suck his cock. You could learn to like it too."
The lustful Moon Elf made his way to the bed, stripping his clothes off as he went.
"Unicorn," he called to the Phooka. "Fuck me."
The Faerie eagerly obeyed the lusty wizard's command.
GhoulSpawn keep backing up until he hit the wall, and then slid to the floor and watched as the two lovers tore into each other with a rabid passion.
GhoulSpawn The Crazed & The Rose Garden of The Pink Necromancer
After being seriously injured, in Summoner of Darkness, half-Elf/half Demon, GhoulSpawn runs away. Missing for three years and feared dead, GhoulSpawn suddenly arrives at Black Tower seeking HellBorne, unaware HellBorne is dead and Quaraun now lives in the haunted lighthouse, which he has painted pink.
Overjoyed to see his friend returned, the joy is short lived as Quaraun realizes something is seriously wrong with the Sun Elf, who is rambling about being hunted by pink flying goldfish, bowls of killer chocolate pudding, and armies of pink tuxedo wearing penguins.
With GhoulSpawn's sanity fast slipping away, and his health going with it, it quickly becomes apparent that he's been infested by an alien JellyFish larvae that has burrowed into his skull and is slowly eating his brain.
Unable to save his friend, Quaraun is forced to watch while the timid and gentle GhoulSpawn the Sun Elf dies in agony and his body taken over by the violent, domineering GhoulSpawn the Thullid.
Torn over not killing the creature that has taken over GhoulSpawn''s body, the Pink Necromancer calls up and army of dead rose bushes to save the world from a Thullid invasion.
This novel picks up where Summoner of Darkness leaves off. Though can be read on it's own, the story references many event is Summoner of Darkness. Readers will find these references easier to understand if they have already read Summoner of Darkness before reading GhoulSpawn the Crazed.
Things You May Not Have Known about GhoulSpawn The Crazed
Originally titled: Quaraun The Insane Meets GhoulSpawn The Crazed.
Though numbered as a later volume in the series, this is actually one of the very first Quaraun stories ever written, and was in fact the first story to feature Quaraun with his title "Quaraun the Insane"
GhoulSpawn's character was inspired by a car I owned in the 1980s. A 1974 AMC Gremlin. Orange with glow in the dark neon yellow flames painted on the sides. Thus why he wears orange and has phosphorescent neon yellow hair.
In The Twighlight Manor Series: The time travelling mad scientist known as The Gremlin, is a much older and now mentally unstable, GhoulSpawn of the Quaraun Series
GhoulSpawn's character was actually created before Quaraun's, with him being one of the primary characters from The Wild Years, a 1987 novella of The Twighlight Manor Series.
He was originally created in 1982 as the Chief Science Officer on board the star ship, The VISION-D8, and was Captain Goldeneagle's best friend. Both of who worked in service to Planet Ptarmigan's Queen Miss Kitten The Eel-Kat.
GhoulSpawn is one of only three characters to appear in every spin-off series of The Twighlight Manor Series. Him being a primary character of each series. EelKat and Spriggan being the other two.
The Twighlight Manor Series says he opened the portals to allow Flamites (High Elves) the ability to travel between their houses (Twighlight Manor, Black Tower, and White Rock) without detection by Humans.
The Planet Ptarmagin Series says he opened the portals to help the Ptarmagin Kats have a way to travel from one galaxy to another in the blink of an eye.
The Quaraun Series says he opened the portals in search of his father, a Chaos Demon known as "The Ghoul".
The Chrystonite Series says he opened the portals to go back in time and stop the Battle of Ongadada from happening.
The reality: GhoulSpawn was born and raised in Hell, after his Sun Elf mother was kidnapped and raped by a Chaos Demon. He is unable to stay in any one time period or dimension long, due to his not having been born in a physical plane of existence. His presence in any time or place causes rips in the fabric of reality, known as "portals", which cause people to fall into worlds and times they do not belong in, inadvertently changing history no matter where he goes. He spends his entire life desperately trying to find a way to close up these portals and prevent new ones from opening.
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It's a new website that was created April 1, 2017. Which on the surface appears to be a joke and appears to be funny. But a closer look reveals it to be a hate site, hating on gays and supporting KKK terrorist acts. Specifically - it's a propaganda site made in support of the Ku Klux Klan's anti-gay terrorist attacks that have been happening in Old Orchard Beach, Maine. Meaning it was made by somebody local and probably the person doing the hate crimes.
On the surface, Flamboyant Nipples website seems funny, if you don't know the murders, house bombs, death threats, animal abuse, vandalism, hate crimes, and domestic terrorist attacks they are referring to.
To any one outside of Maine it may look like harmless fun, but any one here in Old Orchard Beach who is Gypsy, Jewish, Muslim, Black, LGBTQA, or Native American, will tell you there's nothing funny about having a gun to your head. There's nothing funny about house bombs.
Did you know there have been 5 additional house bombs, that I have never mentioned? One blew up an apartment building and killed 6 people. I only talk about the one that blew up my house and the one that blew up my doctor's office. My Muslim doctor would tell you how not funny the Flamboyant Nipples website it, if he hadn't died in the bomb and was able to tell you.
Have I ever told you about the bomb at WalMart November 2015, put in MY department where I worked? Or the bomb in 2013, put in MY classroom at Southern Maine Community College 2013, a few weeks before I was beaten up and paralyzed?
Start interviewing the families of Old Orchard Beach.
Come here to our town and actually talk to the gay men who've been stripped naked by the Ku Klux Klan and hung by their balls from the tops of flagpoles. They'll tell you how not funny the Flamboyant Nipples website is.
Did you even actually READ the Quaraun books before you wrote Flamboyant Nipples? Do you even know what the hate crimes are you are supporting? Specifically BoomFuzzy, the one that features a horrific scene where Quaraun is attacked by gay haters from his town, stripped naked, tied to a horse, dragged through the streets, beaten, then hung by hi balls from a tree and left to bleed to death, hanging in the tree for 5 days.
Did you know THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED to a man right here in our town?
The Ku Klux Klan stripped him naked, tied him to the back bumper of a car, dragged through the streets from Old Orchard Beach to Biddeford Maine - a 14 mile drive, beat him, then hung him by his balls from the giant flag pole at Rotary Park and left to bleed to death, hanging in the tree for 5 days. They did it in the dead of winter when the park was closed to the public, so it was 5 days before any one found him. He almost froze to death and suffered brain damage from hang upside down so long, the blood putting too much pressure on his brain.
You want to know how old he was?
The gay man who was dragged naked through the streets, his feet tied to the back bumper of a car?
15 years old.
He was a fifteen year old boy.
A CHILD! Grown men did that to him. Men in their 30s, 40s, and 50s ganged up on a 15 year old boy and tortured him almost to death... because they SUSPECTED that he MIGHT be gay because he was wearing a pink suit to go to the prom.
They didn't have any proof he was gay. They just thought maybe he MIGHT be, because he was wearing pink.
They did that to a child!
That's what kind of monsters we have running the businesses of Old Orchard Beach!
Men who drag children 14 miles, naked, tied to the back of their car... for 14 damned miles!
And no one did one damned thing to stop them.
People in the town stood around and cheered them on as they tortured a 15 year old boy, because of the colour of his clothes.
Do you think that kind of torture is something FUNNY? Something to laugh at and make fun of?
And it happened more then once, to multiple men. Rotary Park had to take their flag pole down to try to prevent it happening again. Biggest flagpole in the state of Maine, used to be a tourist attraction, gone because of the horrific hate crimes against gay men in our town.
I include references to that event in EVERY single Quaraun novel to bring awareness to the horrific things gay haters do to gay men.
EVERY ONE of the violent acts against Quaraun in the novels is based off of a REAL LIFE event here in our town. EVERY ONE OF THEM.
It's why I keep saying the Quaraun series is NOT Erotica. It's not meant to be Erotic, it's meant to bring awareness to what type of hate crimes gay men around here have to put up with. The scenes in the Quaraun books are NOT meant to be taken as sexual fantasies, they are meant to show how horrific gay men around here are treated by their/our community.
The hate crimes against gay men, especially transgender men are horrific in this area and it needs to stop. The gay community around here is too scared to fight back, but I'm not, if no one else is going to do anything to protect them, I will, and THAT is why I write the Quaraun series.
The Quaraun series is about a gay man, a transvestite, who's life is absolutely destroyed by gay haters, after they tortured him and drove his lover to suicide. He becomes a wizard to resurrect his lover. The series follows them as they live on the run, going from one town to the next looking for someplace that will accept gay men. THAT is what the series is about. How everywhere they go, they get attacked and beaten and publicly humiliated because they dare to love each other.
Quaraun is based off actual real live transvestites, transsexuals, and gay men who live here in Maine and were interviewed by me, specifically with the goal of portraying their lifestyle and the hate crimes they live with as ACCURATELY as possible.
The original idea came from the suicide of my grandmother's best friend; a transvestite who owned the dollar store in the Saco Shaw's parking lot back in the 1980s. He was the first transvestite I ever knew, he was a close friend of the family for years, and one day he was gone. He commit suicide because he couldn't take the horrific gay hatred that was thrown in his face every day. He left behind a lover that went mad with grief and then shot himself.
THAT is where I got the idea for the Quaraun series. From the REAL LIFE suicide of a REAL transvestite who a friend of mine.
Start asking about the 500 cats and dogs that vanished from our town between 2014 and 2017 - 140 families have had their pets returned cut up in pieces. They'll tell you how not funny the Flamboyant Nipples website is.
You think it's just me these things are happening too? Open your damned eyes.
These things started happening to me in 2001. I started writing the Quaraun series in 1997, but locals didn't know about it, until 2001. The hate crimes against my family, started WHEN this town found out I was writing the Quaraun books. Gay hatred in this town is SO BAD, that they are willing to attack, beat up, cripple, a straight woman, bomb her house, kill her cats, fill her motorhome with feces... because she was the ONLY person in this damned town willing to speak out against the anti-gay hate crimes of Old Orchard Beach.
I'm not the FIRST one they did these things too... I'm just the first straight female they did them too, that's all.
I'm just the only one with enough balls to speak out against the Ku Klux Klan. That doesn't mean I'm the only one they've terrorized. It just means I'm fed up with living in terror and am saying enough is enough. I'm taking my life back and they aren't gonna push me around any more. And I'm gonna help the gay men of this town get their lives back too.
The gay haters of this town tried to kill me on November 14, 2013 because I wrote a book featuring a gay main character. I almost died and now I'm crippled for rest of my life.
Six months after the Quaraun books went from free to read online, to their first mass produced, mass market release (September 2, 2014), the gay haters of this town filled my motothome with feces and cut my cats heads off (April 10, 2015).
I am fed up with the viscous, violent, acts of terrorism that no one around here blinks an eye at, because it happens so often, multiple times a day, every single damned day to so many people!
Too many people in this town turn a blind eye to what is going on.
Too many people in this town are saying "I don't want to get involved, they'll come after me too, I have my own family to think about".
This has to end.
This level of terrorism is beyond insanity and some one needs to put and end to it.
I'm founder of the Proctor and Gamble Boycott, I shut down those animal test labs, it took me 27 damned years to do it, but I did it, and if I can do THAT, then I know I can shut down the gay hatred of this town too.
What is happening here is NOT RIGHT and NEED TO STOP!
And sites like Flamboyant Nipples, who take these hate crimes, and make fun of them, make it look like it's funny to torture gay men, are deplorable and disgusting!
The gay haters of this town like to run around bragging that Old Orchard Beach is a family friendly town, added to that phrase, that it is "family friendly because it doesn't allow gays"...
Old Orchard Beach is NOT a family friendly town until it is family friendly for ALL families even gay ones!
I challenge the motels, hotels, and business of Old Orchard Beach, to start putting up rainbow flags... EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM....
EVERY business.... no matter how small, no matter how far off a main road onto a side street you are...
Put up a rainbow flag on your business sign. Let the world know you support gay rights and welcome the gay community in Old Orchard Beach.
Because I'm going around this town and making a list of every single business in this town that is NOT gay friendly and I'm putting them on the Proctor & Gamble Boycott website, to notify all 30 million members of my P&G protest team, which businesses in Old Orchard Beach they need to start protesting.
Prove to the world, you're not a gay-hater.
Because the whole WORLD is about to start protesting this town.
These hate crimes need to stop. NO ONE should be forced to live in terror! The gay members of this community deserved to live here with open arms. Their families are families too!
I say let's make this town family friendly for ALL families!
SAY NO THE THE GAY HATERS OF OLD ORCHARD BEACH!
Those gay haters rely on the tourist income to survive: BOYCOTT every business in this town that REFUSES to hang a rainbow flag on their business signs. DO NOT give your hard earned money to the gay hating business owners of Old Orchard Beach!
SAY NO TO THE HATE CRIMES!
They want to call this town family friendly... well let's MAKE it family friendly then... for ALL families!
Not just the white ones!
Not just the straight ones!
Not just the Christians!
Make it family friendly for EVERY family!
Old Orchard Beach Residents Better Start Praying My Next Sign Doesn't Have a Pink Penis Painted On It, Because I'm Getting Sick And Tired Of Them Harassing Me,
And If It Takes A Ten Foot Painting Of A Penis Standing In The End Of My Driveway To Get Them To Leave Me Alone...
Then That's Gonna Be The Next Sign I'll Put Up.
Flamboyant Nipples: Ku Klux Klan Crosses, House Bombs, & Book Burnings:
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If it ain't on this list, it's probably fake.
Throughout 2013 - 2015 a slew of FAKE "EelKat" accounts surfaced, both on social networks and on forums, most were created by a woman calling herself Kendra Silvermander, or her backhoe driving cousin who drove a backhoe over my house, the same woman and her family who cut the heads off my cats, are the same people who hacked my online accounts, created a slew of fake accounts and pretended to be me, after they beat me up on November 14, 2013, leaving me paralyzed for 5 months, relearning to walk for 18 months, and clueless to their impersonation of my online due to my life threatening crippled state that had me offline from November 2013 to March 2016.
Who they are and why they are doing this remains unknown. If you know the identity of these people, please contact the FBI in charge of the investigation into their murder attempts on my life:
Agent Andy Drewer
of the Portland FBI
NOTE: I was very active on forums from 1997 to 2007 and have RARELY used a forum since then. Other then the Warriors Forum and Absolute Write I have not posted on ANY forums AT ALL since 2012.
Note: My old inactive forum accounts were hacked and "resurrected" in 2013/2014/2015 by a psychotic NaNoWriMo ML who is upset over my having won a total of 27 writing contests/challenges and published 130+ novels since 2004 and and apparently (according to her emails) she has yet to win or publish anything.
If you see "me" posting on a forum at any point after 2012, know that it is likely this mysterious, and still yet unidentified "Kendra Silvermander".
I'm just a harmless old lady who likes to dress like and Elf and paint everything pink and write stories about Elves having sex with Unicorns. For THAT, the residents of Old Orchard Beach, call me crazy, build a bomb, blow up my house, stand in my drive way and shoot at me, kidnap my cats, cut my cats' heads off, nail my cats' heads to my door, beat my 28 year old Shetland pony's head in, drive a back hoe over my house 3 times, filled my motorhome with feces 3 feet deep, I was paralyzed for 5 months because they trespassed up in here and beat me up, 3 years later I finally recover and start walking again and they beat me up again this time with a shopping cart rupturing 3 discs in my spine while screaming "kill or be killed remember Saco Shaw's!" and they cut my car in half. I'm sorry, WHO exactly is the crazy person here?
Yes, I wear pink ball gowns every day.
Yes I wear fake pointy ears and long white Rapunzel wigs.
Yes, I paint my cars, my motorhome, and my mailbox pink.
Yes, I write about Elves having sex with Unicorns.
So the fucking hell what?
I haven't set foot off my land in 40 years. The only time I have contact with people is when THEY trespass on my yard and invade my privacy. And you know what? I've always welcomed them with happy smiles and open arms, made them meals and served them tea, and spent the day happily chatting with any one and every one who wanted to visit me. I love it when you people stop by to visit me as it's the only time I have any one to talk to other then my cats... oh wait... I don't have ANYONE to talk to any more, now that sociopath freaks murdered them and nailed their heads to my door!
You call me crazy because I wear pink dresses, yet THESE THREE PEOPLE are the ones who built a bomb and blew up my house!
You call me crazy because I wear pink dresses, yet THESE THREE PEOPLE are the violent trespassers who stands in my drive way and shoot at me.
You call me crazy because I wear pink dresses, yet THESE THREE PEOPLE are the ones who kidnap my cats, cut my cats' heads off, nail my cats' heads to my door, beat my 28 year old Shetland pony's head in, drive a back hoe over my house 3 times, filled my motorhome with feces 3 feet deep, and cut my car in half.
I mean REALLY stand back and look around.
All I'm doing is wearing strange cloths. I'm not the violent animal abusing, bomb building, psychopath beating up elderly women... THEY are.
There's a hell of a big difference between a half blind elderly woman dressing up as comic book characters and not bothering one damned person, and violent psychopathic criminal creeps beating her up, bombing her house, driving a back hoe over 3 more of her houses, cutting her car in half, filling her motorhome with feces, murdering her horse, and slaughtering her cats!
On November 14, 2013 I was beaten up at Southern Maine Community College, paralyzed for 5 months, was relearning to walk and relearning to use my hand for 18 months. I was offline that entire time. I returned online March 2016, to find that a hacker had taken over nearly all of my online accounts, social network accounts, forum accounts, and even here, and had been posting online pretending to be me.
Know that between November 14, 2013 and March 31, 2016, that I was NOT ONLINE and all posts made between those dates were not made by me.
On July 28, 2016 the same group of people who beat me on November 14, 2013, arrived at my workplace and beat me up again, this time with a shopping cart while screaming "kill or be killed, remember Saco Shaw's all transsexuals are alike".
I was once again paralyzed, this time for 3 months, and this time suffering 3 ruptured discs in my spine.
Old Orchard Beach has a crazy person in it all right, but isn't me... and the residents of this town need to get off their asses and tell the FBI who this white haired man and his blond wife and red haired sister-in-law are BEFORE THEY KILL ME! The red haired woman calls herself Kendra Silvermander.
The white haired man drives a 4-door-white pick-up truck. The blond women drives a gold volvo suv and is often accompanied by a red haired woman who identifies herself as "Kendra Silvermander".
The red-haired woman wears lime green glasses and usually carries a tiny white poodle that she called "my dragon child", the poodle is sometimes dyed purple and sometimes wearing a purple dragon costume. This woman acts EXTREMELY child-like and appears to have a serious mental handicap. She often brags "I'm off my meds" while attacking me. She is EXTREMELY violent.
The 4-door white truck is some times driven by a bald man. I don't know if this is the same man as the white haired man or not. I think the white haired man and the bald man are both the same person and not 2 separate people. The white hair looks VERY fake, like a cheap Halloween wig. I've never seen his face (I'm legally blind in one eye and nearly so in the other). He appears to be a younger man in his 30's trying to disguise himself to look like an older man in his 60s. I am 5'6" and he is quite a bit bigger then me. Possibly over 6 feet. Very broad shouldered (like a football player).
The 2 women look much older. The blond woman is quite "weather beaten", bad completion, like someone who spends too much time in the sun for too many years. She appears to be in her 60s, possibly younger with premature wrinkles? Her stick straight (possibly salon straightened) shoulder leanth hair is a dirty blond, that she sometimes has dyes with very fake platinum blond stripes. (Her hair was striped like this the day she attacked with the shopping cart.)
The 2 women make a habit of following me to work. (I am a retail merchandiser and drive upto 100+ miles a day covering multiple stores). They have attacked me with shopping carts at:
Scarborough Walmart (multiple times)
Kendra alone without the blond woman or the man, has beaten me up, punching me in the head, hitting me in the face, while I was eating at the Panera Restaurant in Westbrook.
They have a few times been accompanied by a third woman, calling herself "Deana". A small chubby woman in her 20's with sandy brown hair. She calls herself "The NaNoWriMo ML of Saco". She once had her husband with her. He is a blind man, walks with a white cane. She shows up at restaurants and libraries while I'm eating, working, or studying. She always comes in and says "Kendra sent me"
The red-haired woman calling herself "Kendra Silvermander" has beaten me up 3 times now at the Westbrook Panera restaurant - in October and November 2010.
It was the man who beat me up in 2013 and his 2 women who beat me up in 2016. (The Deana woman has never been violent and doesn't appear to be involved in the attacks, appears to be just "a messenger". The last time I saw Deana, she said she would be no longer working for Kendra as she was expecting a baby and wanted to focus on her family. That was at the Golden Rooster Restaurant in Saco, in November 2009.)
These people attack viciously and violently EVERY single April/May and October/November of every year since 2001, during the two National Novel writing Month writing contests which Kendra Silvermander claims to be the head of (I know she is not, because Chris Baty and Heather Dudley, of San Francisco, California are the owners and heads of NaNoWriMo.) Kendra Silvermander also claims her father owns FunTown Amusement Park in Saco (I checked, and the owners of FunTown have never heard of her). Kendra also claims her aunt owns the little blue breakfast cafe beside Landre's Market at the corner of Cascade Road and Portland Ave in Old Orchard Beach. I checked - the owner is not related to anyone named Kendra, but does report having a niece named Deana.
This mysterious red head, appears to be the ring leader. Calls the white haired man her cousin and the blond woman her sister. The blond woman claims to be the white haired man's wife.
The white haired man refers to himself as "The Royal Family of Old Orchard Beach" and claims to have paid $6million for his house, claims to have "inherited millions" from his father, which he says gives him the right to run the town and give orders to the town hall. On July 15, 2015 he arrived in my driveway driving a giant landmover sized construction dump truck, green with a red apple painted on the side - the same red apple painted on the side of the backhoe that ran over my house August 8, 2013, bragging that the town hall took my cats on his orders. The dump truck was filled with black trash bags of garbage and appliances which he was attempting to dump in my yard... while he was there, because he was there, I parked my motorhome across the end of my driveway to keep him out, and he went into an infuriated meltdown, yelling that he keeps a gun for "shooting woodchucks" in his truck and would use it to "blow your brains out" if I refused to move the motorhome to let him into my yard with the haul of garbage he was trying to dump.
He drove up the logging road across the street from me, then came back out minutes later driving a 4-door white pick-up truck, screaming out the window that he was going to the town hall to order them to remove my motorhome so he could access my driveway to dump his garbage. THIS man... does not appear to be the same white haired man who beat me up. His hair is far more grey, natural looking, and he's a little guy, not much bigger then me, very skinny, probably only 5'9" or so. He appears however, to be the man, the bald haired man (who USUALLY drives the 4 door white truck) is trying to look like.
I've only seen the little, skinny older man twice: that day July 2015, and again September 12, 2015 when he returned with police officers DeLuca, Ladecaca, and Regan, and tried to make them remove my motorhome, claiming that it was "too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach". The police just laughed at him and told him there was no laws against painting a motorhome pink, to which he responded to say, that he'd force the town hall to make a law banning gays and their cars from living in Old orchard Beach.
He claimed to work at the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, calling himself the "zoning board of appeals" but when I asked at the Town Hall, they knew nothing of him and have no such thing as a "zoning board of appeals". He claims to own a motel and brags that it does not allow gays or non-whites inside, boasting that he and someone named "Dan Feeny" are passing laws to ban gays from Old Orchard Beach. There is someone named Dan Feeny at the town hall be he denied knowing anything of being part of making such laws.
The LITTLE skinny, and ACTUALLY old white-haired man, does not appear to be aware that the younger bald man is dressing up like him and using his trucks to attack me.
It appears the blond woman may ACTUALLY be the younger bald man's mother, not his wife as she claims.
The police reports of September 12, 2015 identified the LITTLE white haired old man from that day. However, I don't think he is the man who normally drives the 4-door white truck that keeps attacking. He's not much bigger then I am, and he looks very old, his hair is grey white, not snow white; and the man who attacks is MUCH bigger then me, both taller and more muscled, (definitely someone who works out and lifts weights) looks to be in his 30s, and is wearing a very bad, cheap Halloween wig to try to look like the little old man.
The identity of the bald man who wears a white wig and pretends to be the old man named on the September 12, 2015 police report, remains a mystery. Whoever this younger man is, he has access to the keys of the trucks which are owned by the older man.
The FBI is looking for the DRIVER of the trucks, not the OWNER. The owner is known. The DRIVER however, is a DIFFERENT man then the OWNER.
The police have also identified the older man as being the OWNER of the backhoe that drove over my house, however, he denies having driven it that day and claims it was stolen. Again, the FBI is seeking the DRIVER of the backhoe, not the OWNER.
The bald man is very clearly impersonating the old man, and appears to be taking orders from the blond woman, who in turn appears to be taking orders from the red-haired woman. The red haired woman appears to be the instigator and ring leader of ALL of the vandalism, violence, and hate crimes and also appears to be the source of the false accusations and rumors being spread around town calling me "gay" and "transsesxual".
When the 3 are seen together, the man backs down fast to the blond woman, as if scared of her, the way a boy os scared of an overbearing "mommy dearest". The blond woman and the red haired woman act to each other, like sisters or best friends, but the red head is very bossy to the blond one. The blond woman seems to have a very short, very violent temper and is easily worked into a frenzy by words of the red head woman.
When they attack me in the store, it is the blond woman who wields the shopping cart while the red head yells to her "There's EelKat! Go get her!"
They brag to being members of what they call "The Loyalist White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan"
Note that there is no group called "The Loyalist White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan" the ACTUAL group is called "The Loyal White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan" and is both a church (religious denomination) and a political party (like Democrats, Republicans, Whigs, Green Party, etc.). The REAL Ku Klux Klan has paid membership, rank, very specific robes, etc.
It appears that these people are NOT ACTUAL members of the Ku Klux Klan, but are rather simply calling themselves that and are doing hate crimes based off stereotypes of how the KKK is portrayed in movies (which is vastly different from how the actual organization acts.)
Also, I repeat: REAL KKK members wear very specific robes, stoles, capes, and hats... they DO NOT wear white pillow cases with holes cut in them. Also, contrary to urban myth, KKK robes come in all sorts of colours, including red, green, yellow, blue, etc. Only members of SPECIFIC RANKS wear white.
It appears these people know absolutely nothing about the REAL organization called the Ku Klux Klan, are NOT affiliated with the ACTUAL KKK group, and are simply running around calling themselves KKK members to justify their hate crimes.
The identity of the bald man who wears a white wig and USUALLY drives a 4-door white pick up truck, remains a mystery.
The identity of the blond woman and the red haired woman, also remains a mystery. Both women are close to my height. The red head is slightly chubby.
Interesting to note, is there are THREE (3) different 4-door white trucks. This man has access to all three, yet is not the owner of any of them. The owners of the 3 trucks are at 139 Portland Ave, 140 Portland Ave, and 3 Whispering Pines Drive. The bald man who wears the wig, somehow has access to the keys to all 3 of these trucks, though the owners of all 3 trucks claim no knowledge of the bald man. The bald man himself, continues to insist he works for the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, once claiming to "work in Jeff's office". I am uncertain to what he was referencing when he said "Jeff's office". There is a "Jeff" at the Town Hall, but he doesn't have an office. He's an old man who's been a close friend of my family since the 1950s. He doesn't know the bald man either.
The owners of 2 of the trucks (140 Portland Ave and 3 Whispering Pines) do in fact work at the Town Hall - one is a woman who I go to church with at the Saco Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and the other is my dad's cousin, and is the owner of the local sewage company and has a few dozen sewage pumper trucks, a few dozen garbage disposal trucks, and a few hundred port-a-potties sitting in his yard. (Pointing that part out as on April 10, 2015 someone pumped my motothome full of feces 3 feet deep, and it is suspected to be the bald man who wears a white wig and has access to the keys to trucks owned by the sewage company. and throughout 2007 to 2014 someone kept dumping garbage truck loads of garbage on my land.)
Given the evidence, it appears the bald man who wears a white wig and drives 3 different 4-door-white trucks, is a construction work who is also an employee of Blow Brothers Waste Removal Company, giving him access to both the garbage trucks that dumped garbage on my land and the sewage pumper trucks that filled my motorhome with feces, as well as giving him access to the backhoe that drove over my house August 8, 2013. Whoever this bald man is, he is the one who beat me up and tried to kill me on November 14, 2013. He is suspected of being the one who cut my cats heads off as well. He is also suspected of being the person who built the bomb that blew up my first house October 18, 2006.
This man is wanted by the FBI for attempted murder, 19 years of stalking, more then 200 counts of hate crimes, monstrous acts of animal abuse, domestic terrorism, and is considered to be extremely dangerous, most likely suffering from mental illness, suspected of likely suffering from Sociopathy/ Psychopathy.(wiki link)
This man is classified as a highly dangerous domestic terrorist and apparently lives in either Old Orchard Beach or Scarborough, Maine...possibly in Pine Point (the over lapping community that connects Old Orchard Beach and Scarborough) as dozens of witnesses have seen his 4-door white truck drive in the area around The Clambake Restaurant and Conway's Gas Company, driving in and out of the parking lots of various motels on that block.
If you know who he is please call the FBI Agent in charge of the case, Agent Andy Drewer, IMMEDIATELY.
If you see his truck, back away fast, get off the road and away from sidewalks ... he uses his truck as a weapon to slam into cars of any one he suspects of being LGBTQA and to run non-whites and suspected gays off the sidewalks. He is known to drive up on to lawns to attempt to hit people in their own yards.
NOTE: You do not have to be ACTUALLY LGBTQA for him to attack - you only need to be suspected by him, of being LGBTQA. He also attacks Blacks, Jews, Muslims, Irish, Scottish, Gypsies, and any one "not Christian" (by not Christian, he means not Baptist, as he attacks Catholics as well.)
The two women are also wanted by the FBI for assisting this man in his crimes.
I don't know who this white-haired/bald man and his two women are. They are strangers to me. I don't know their names. And I don't know why they are doing this.
The little older man, would also like to know who these 3 people are, as they are framing him for things he did not do, he being the man this bald man with the white wig is impersonating.
Some body in this town must know who these people are ... PLEASE... the FBI is trying to put a stop to these insane hate crimes... PLEASE if you know who these psychopathic monsters are, PLEASE tell Agent Andy Drewer before they kill me. They cut my car in half in 2010. They cut my cats in half in 2015. How long do you think it'll be before they cut ME in half too? PLEASE HELP ME!
➽ ➽ ➽ If you have any information regarding the identity of the stalker/attacker/driver of the 4-door white pick-up truck please contact Officer Tim DeLuca of the Old Orchard Beach Police Department @ 207-934-4911 and
Agent Andy Drewer
of the Portland FBI
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Please help the police and FBI put this brutal, violent, psychotically deranged stalker family in prison.
If you can identify her by her voice... the red haired woman can be heard yelling at me in this video (she shows up at 3:31 - 3 minutes and 31 seconds into the video and yells for about 2 minutes before a man arrives and drags her away - a gun shot can be heard AS she is saying "Fuck The Camera Ya Transvestite Freak") :
That video was filmed December 24, 2016, in Saint Andrea's Parking Lot in Biddeford, between Sullivan Street and High Street. I was unable to find the woman to get her on camera, but she's yelled at me so many times over the past decade that I know her voice and it was the red haired woman who calls herself "Kendra Silvermander." From the direction of her voice, I believe she was yelling from the 2nd floor window of the beige house at 23 High Street.
In addition to the property damages and physical injuries caused by these three people, I also suffer from serious crippling agoraphobia(wiki link), severe panic attacks(wiki link), and post traumatic stress disorder(wiki link),as a result of their now 2 decades of cruel torment and terrorism.
Please help the police and FBI put this brutal, violent, psychotically deranged stalker family in prison.
Have Information? Call FBI Agent Andy Drewer @ (207) 774-9322
Rather then ask the crazy gun-toting neighbours, and risk get shot by the psychotically deranged, white power gay haters that live up and down my street, patrolling obsessively by my driveway every 15 minutes in a 4 door white pick-up truck, just get directions from Google Maps. Here, you can find 146 Portland Avenue, Old Orchard Beach, ME right here:
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