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30 Cozy Fantasy Writing Prompts, Queer Throuples/Polycules Slice of Life Edition - June 2025 - A 30 Day Writing Challenge For Lovers of Warm Fuzzy Slice of Life Tales



By Wendy C Allen
eelkat_red_scarf.jpgWendy Christine Allen, 2019, able to sit up in a chair for the first time in years, and able to raise up my arm and wiggle fingers. This was when I started playing Witcher 3 on Twitch as part of my physical therapy to regain finger movement. Playing Witcher 3 daily from 2016 to 2019, is how I regained the use of my thumb and two for fingers on my right hand... it is also why I stopped playing Witcher 3 in 2019, once I had strengthen my two forefingers enough to start typing again.

Wendy Christine Allen, Old Orchard Beach's Autistic Author, Artist, Illustrator, & Art Car Designer

Counting Down to the September 23, 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978)

If you are here looking for The Twighlight Manor series, The Crystonite Wars series, The Wild Years series, The White Rock Asylum for the Criminally Insane series, The Twisted Tales series, the Captured By a MerMan series, The Space Dock 13 series, The Kats of Planet Ptarmagin series, the stories about Miss Citten the Eel-Kat, or the stories about Etiole... ALL of those series were combined and consolidated into The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane Pink Necromancer series in 2014, so ALL the different series, are now under one series title.

List of the published titles still in print:

The Index of over three thousand stories in The Pink Necromancer series

What the series is about, for those new here:

The introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series. 

If you want some stories to get you started in The Pink Necromancer series, reading these first will give you a good introduction to the 3 main characters:

My Elves Are JellyFish...and I asked Google AI and ChatGPT 5.6 what they thought of this.

As requested, my daily writing prompt series is now available print paperback editions on Amazon.

There are 20 volumes of this writing prompt series currently planned and in varying stages of finishing, hopefully all 20 will be published by the end of 2026. I likely will do a 2nd series of writing prompt books in 2027.

The first of the Visual Novels/Video Games for The Adventures of Quaraun the Inane/The Pink Necromancer series is published and available on Itch.io, there are 3 more planned for release in 2026, 6 more planned for release in 2027, and the big 60-hour 80k word 150 page one (Quaraun Goes To the Fair) is planned for a 2028 release.

There is a Pink Necromancer card game and a Pink Necromancer board game, as well as a Pink Necromancer table top RPG supliment for Dungeons and Dragons, all in the works, and to be released over the next couple of years as well.

Health update: August 4, 2026 - in recovery for 6 months+ (at least until mid-January 2027...all book and video game releases are pushed back at least 6 months) see video below for why...
@eelkat

health update #maine #disabilityawareness #wheelchairlife #wheelchairvlogger #multiplesclerosis

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@eelkat Health update: #chickenpox #bellspalsy #RamsayHuntsyndrome #paralysis #recovery ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author
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I seem to have had another stroke (during the night while I was asleep?) #stroke #paralysis

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Update Sept 3, 2026:

I am able to get around enough to take Koko to dog park... today is 29 days since getting out of hospital. My diet is still mostly liquid, but im eating some solid food again, but its like rice or soft mushy baby food type stuff because I still can not chew yet, though I can swallow again. My jaw is still not functioning good so im having trouble talking still. So there's been slight improvement to my mouth, throat, and jaw, but, zero improvement to my eye, which is a major concern, be Im almost fully blind right now. im legally blind since birth in my left eye, so I have no ability to fall back on using my left eye. My right eye is the one injured and my vision in it is "40% decreased" according to my doctor, but it wasn't good vision to begin with, and right now my right eye is not much different from my legally blind left eye. Which I why I have to have someone drive my car for me instead of me driving my car myself right now, which is very frustrating, because, being a female, I had to fight for over twenty years to be allowed to drive. I started sneaking out at age 31 and dressing as a man to go to Old Orchard Beach high school to get a ged, because us females are not allowed to go to school. And i was 37 years old when snuck out to the DMV and got a driver's permit and started going to college. I was 42 and 8 months pregnant when my family found out I was going to college and thats when I was punished by the backhoe driving over my house and my spine broken with a golf club and my baby born right then and killed with same golf club. So it's very frustrating now, so soon after finally being able to drive , to now not be able to drive because of an eye injury, especially after 14 years of being paralyzed from the golf club and not being allowed to have a wheelchair, again, because i am female and we females are simply not allowed to do anything. I hate the culture I was born into. I wish I had the freedom to go to school and drive a car the way American women do. I wish having my spine broken with a golf club and my baby killed with a golf club and a backhoe driven over my house was not how men in my family punishment women in my family for learning to read and write. Its so frustrating not being able to to drive again, so soon after 14 years being paralyzed, and being paralyzed by the golf club was the punishment for getting a driver's license back in 2013 after 30 years of men not letting me have one. I hate my family's culture and how they treat us women.

I get so sick of Americans telling me how they wish they could be a Gypsy… they are either misogynist woman hating pigs, or delusional idiots who haven't got a clue how shittily we Gypsy women are treated by Gypsy men, because no one in their righ mind who knows anything about Gypsy culture would ever want to be part of it. I hate that I was born a Gypsy. 

update sept 7, 2026

"You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me?

I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking.

So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me.

see video below for more information: 


@eelkat "You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me? I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking. So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me. #mainelife #biddefordmaine #maine #disabilitytiktok #Biddeford ♬ original sound Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

update Sept 15, 2026:

I have some slight movement in some my fingers again again after over a decade being paralyzed

you remember how I used to be a professional doll making, pattern designer, and embroiderer, back before I became paralized and before my son was murdered and being the backhoe drove over my house?

all my equipment, sewing machines, ect were all destroyed by the backhoe driving over my house, and I have been quardepelegic for over a decade because of it so could not use my hands to sew or draw or embroider, and so only continued to do my writing of novels since then because I could do that with dragon dictation software,

well, since 2016, I been playing Witcher 3 and don't starve video games on twitch livestream, one hand two fingers, as part of my therapy to regain nerve and muscle use of my fingers, and now after 10 years of that, I have somewhat more movement in my fingers and im thinking maybe I can try to do embroidery and doll making again, but not sure, anyways, now im rebuying all of my sewing and embroidery equipment that the backhoe destroyed when it drove over my house, and hopefully I can use my hand enough to embroider again.

waiting for stuff to arrive in mail, so soon I should find out if ten years of twitch gaming has given me enough muscle strength to use my fingers to embroider again.

update to the previous video, answering viewer question about lack of hospital vs broken spine

Wheelchair Fundraiser... I need to upgrade to a power wheelchair, the manual one just isn't enough anymore. But the power wheelchair is $25k. Yes, twenty five thousand dollars. Wtf? I can get a car for a quarter that price, why are wheelchairs so damned expensive? That's more money then I make in five years, so I need to start a fundraiser for it.

I like making writing prompts, to use when writing my Quaraun series, and I figured I'd share them in case anyone wanted to join me in writing cozy fantasy stories from prompts.

I tend to write a short story a day and a so I a lot of writing prompts each month. 

I love writing prompts and writing challenges, and I love creating them as much as I love writing stories from them.

Today I got to thinking, May 2025 is almost over, and it’s generally best to start a writing challenge at the beginning of the month, so why not let’s make one for June? Now, should you run across this after June 2025, don’t let that stop you from doing it. You can start it any time. The date is not important. The date is just here mostly so I can organize my pages and find them again.

I’m creating this with my own Dark & Cozy Fantasy Gothic Romance series in mind, so I’ll be doing it for shot stories and novellas, in the range of 100 word drabbles, 500 word microfiction, 1k to 2k words flash fiction, 3k to 5k word short stories, 10k to 20k words novelette/novellas.

  • Stuff over 5k and under 20k words I’ll likely post on GumRoad.
  • Stuff over 20k words I’ll likely put on Amazon KDP. 

While I often do these 30 day writing challenges straight through, writing a new story every day, I also just as often do not do these 30 day challenge straight through, 30 days in a row.

Usually I start several 30 day challenges and do one prompt from each list, each week. So, likely instead of 30 days, it’ll probably be 30 weeks once a week, instead of one a day, before I do them all.

If you want to join in, there are no requirements. You can do one a day, one a week, pick only a few to do, do them all, use them for fiction or nonfiction, short form or long form, drabbles or novels. There are no required tags or sign-ups or email opt-ins or things like needing to post comments to ask to join or link to your work or whatever. I know most writing challenges require that sort of stuff and it always annoys me to have to log in to their private discord group or whatever to be allowed to see the prompts. I just hate having to give an email address to download the prompts, yadda, yadda, yadda... so part of why I just set out to make my own writing prompts was so that I could just do a writing prompt challenge without all the signup joining a group rigmarole... I know if it's annoying me it's gotta be annoying you guys too, right?

How I do the one word challenges, is I use the random word of the day as the title, then grab my main character, and write a story about him that somehow fits that one word title. So, for example Day 1 is “whisper”. I would call the story “Whisper” and write something, about Quaraun, related to whispers.

  • Maybe he hears a ghost whispering to him in a haunted out? 
  • And then with no plot, no problem, just write by the seat of my pants, to see what happens next. 
  • You can do this as well with your own characters, or you can do something different. There's no need for you to do it the same way I do.
  • The only requirement here is to be inspired by the word of the day and write something.

And for longer writing prompts, where I've got a full sentence or maybe a paragraph to work with, I do the same thing, but just, you know longer.

Most often I do the Park Bench Method of sitting my character on a park bench, or some other seat as is appropriate to the prompt, and just start writing down everything he sees or hears or tastes or smells, and then start working out from there, like vine branches wriggling outward, scooping up parts of the prompt and working it it.

And you don't have to stick EXACTLY to the prompt. You can change the prompt up to better fit your characters if need be. Like if it says "your character and his spouse" but your character is not married, well, alter it to "your character and his best friend" or maybe you want it to be "your character and his pet dragon", then do that. The goal is to help you get started in writing YOUR story. 

I don't want to box you in and say you can ONLY write this or you can ONLY write that. I want to give you a starting point for when you have writer's block and need help to just get started. The idea is to grab a writing prompt and let it inspire you, even if you don't end up following the prompt.

Plus whiles it's supposed to be Cozy Fantasy, you can change the genre. Maybe you want to write Dark Fantasy instead or Gothic Horror instead. That's all fine. I wrote these as Cozy Fantasy, because it fits with the stuff I've been writing lately, but you can alter them to be whatever genre you want to write.

Of course, I’m doing this for a series, so all my stories will have the same three main characters (Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn) in the same setting (40th century far future Maine after the rise of The New Ice Age), and there is a high possibility, that all 30 stories I personal write for these, will continue one into the next, and I end up at the end of the challenge rewriting them into chapters of a single novel instead of 30 short stories (I’ve done that before). 

I mention this, in case any of you here reading this, also write a series, and were wondering if you had to write 30 stand alone shorts or if you could write 30 chapters of a novel instead-the answer is yes, you can. If you want to use these as prompts for 30 chapters of a novel, instead of 30 short stories, you can do that too.

My purpose here is not to restrict you and force you to write a style you are not used to. Rather, my goal is to help you to have more freedom to write, by allowing you to have lots of options with this challenge. So, have fun.

Here is the list of 30 Cozy Fantasy Writing Prompts specifically aimed at adult readers looking for:

  • Queer-positive, emotionally intimate dynamics
  • Domestic-focused romance
  • Throuples/polycules, soft jealousy, loyalty themes
  • Gentle conflict with relationship and daily life stakes
  • Non-Human characters: Demons, Elves, Faeries, Satyrs, etc.
  • Slice of Life settings: market days, home repairs, caregiving, herbalism, etc.
  • Quiet, magical worlds that feel lived-in, not sanitized
  • Your main character returns from foraging to find their two partners arguing over how to rearrange the herb jars.
    The fight isn’t serious, but tensions simmer—both want to please the other, but neither can compromise. Your character suggests they cook dinner together instead, using one ingredient from each jar. As the food simmers, so does their peace.
  • After weeks of winter storms, the trio finally gets a dry day to clean the moss-covered roof.
    One is afraid of heights. One overdoes it trying to impress the others. They all end up tangled in each other and laughing under falling petals as spring quietly arrives.
  • Your character’s lover receives a mysterious letter from an ex they haven’t seen in a hundred years.
    Instead of reacting with jealousy, your character invites them all to tea. The conversation turns bittersweet, and by the end of the evening, they’ve all agreed to go mushroom hunting together, just like old times.
  • One partner has been sleepwalking and sleep-casting—accidentally animating the furniture.
    They’re exhausted. Your character decides to stay up and keep them company, while the third partner tries lullabies, charms, and warm bread until finally, sleep returns to the house.
  • A long day of market errands ends with the trio discovering only one bath bomb left.
    The solution? All three squeeze into the oversized clawfoot tub anyway. Steam fogs the mirror while secrets and soft touches surface between sips of wine.
  • The trio hosts a tiny, awkward feast for a surly, recently-exiled nature spirit.
    They’re not sure if it’s supposed to be diplomacy or pity. But something shifts when the spirit tastes a familiar pie. Their gruff shell cracks, and they cry quietly while your character rubs their back.
  • Your character gets caught in a rainstorm while picking night herbs.
    One partner comes running with a cloak. The other stays behind to dry the hearth and prepare hot tea. When the three reunite, soaking wet and shivering, they quietly fall asleep in a blanket pile.
  • The new neighbour is an Incubus running a honey stand.
    They flirt with one of your character’s lovers—openly, boldly, and beautifully. Your character is curious, not jealous. Over time, all three invite the Incubus over… for gardening.
  • A beloved elderly Faerie who raised your character passes away.
    Your partners support your character through mourning—one with cooking, the other with long, wordless walks through the forest. They spread the ashes in a moonlit glen, with lanterns and lullabies.
  • Your trio decides to open a tiny seasonal tea house in the woods.
    There are no customers for weeks. But that’s fine. They spend the time slow-dancing on the porch, testing cookie recipes, and inventing house rules like “no shoes and no secrets.”
  • A trickster god leaves a baby on your character’s doorstep.
    The note says: “You three were the gentlest I could find.”
    Now your characters must figure out how to raise a demi-divine toddler with wings, fangs, and a love for setting curtains on fire.
  • One partner brings home a rescue beast—a massive, dragon-scaled creature with a nervous tail.
    It’s terrified of the other two. Your character leads the effort to gain its trust, finding quiet healing in the routine of feeding, brushing, and lullabying it to sleep.
  • Your character loses their voice due to magical pollen.
    Their lovers have to communicate through gestures and shared history. The silence becomes a gentle game, revealing just how well they know one another.
  • A firefly festival leads to a sudden love confession—from a quiet friend who had long admired the trio.
    Your characters must decide: turn them away, or open the circle and begin again with four?
  • One of your characters falls into a seasonal depression and stops getting out of bed.
    The other two gently rearrange life around them—bringing meals, working quietly beside them, and telling slow stories until they’re ready to get up again.
  • Your trio rents a cabin by a glacier-fed lake for the solstice.
    The only problem? The cabin is cursed to show visitors their “truest longing.”
    Each room reveals a slightly different future… and none are the same.
  • Your character secretly writes love letters to both of their lovers—but never sends them.
    One day the wind spirit steals the stack and reads them aloud at dinner.
  • They try to make fresh gnocchi for the first time.
    It goes horribly wrong.
    They end up covered in flour, laughing, with half the meal burned—and a new house tradition born.
  • One lover wants to elope. The other wants a public ceremony. Your character wants something private but sacred.
    The compromise? A midnight ritual under the full moon, barefoot in the dew, with a witness who is neither mortal nor divine—but both.
  • A magical illness causes one partner to uncontrollably shapeshift when anxious.
    They hide in shame. The others seek to help, not cure. Together, they design outfits, routines, and self-soothing rituals to honour every form they take.
  • Your character gets caught watching one partner sleep—and the other catches them doing it.
    Instead of embarrassment, it turns into a quiet three-way confession about the things they each notice when the others are unguarded.
  • They all get turned into frogs for a day.
    Turns out frog-life is... cozy.
    The curse is lifted at midnight, but now they can’t stop missing the pond naps and bug hunting.
  • One character's ex comes to visit and casually drops that they’re technically still married.
    The trio has to unpack old ties, lingering attachments, and what it really means to be chosen family.
  • They try a new slow-magic ritual to sync their dreams.
    It works… too well.
    They all wake up remembering the same shared dream, where one of them died. Processing that over tea becomes its own kind of intimacy.
  • A stray wind deity gets caught in your herb garden.
    They’re shy, soft-spoken, and slowly bond with the quietest member of your trio. Soon, the winds blow gentler around your cottage.
  • One partner suddenly stops sleeping.
    They claim they're being visited by a dead former lover in dreams. Your character must choose whether to believe, or intervene.
  • They all wake up to find the world frozen in time—except for them.
    At first it’s frightening. Then oddly freeing. They spend the day baking, dancing, making love, talking for hours…
    When time resumes, nothing has changed—but they have.
  • A village elder insists that your character and their lovers are cursed and unnatural.
    The elder demands they leave.
    The villagers don’t agree—and throw the trio a picnic instead.
  • Your character grows a new strain of dreamflower.
    It causes vivid dreams of past lovers, lost places, roads never taken.
    Their lovers ask for petals… and begin dreaming, too.
  • On the longest night of winter, the trio gathers to tell each other one thing they’ve never dared speak aloud.
    One tells a truth.
    One tells a fear.
    One tells a vow.
    And morning comes.

As I said, I created this for use with my own series, The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane💟🌸🦄 Cozy Short Slice of Life Dark Fantasy Furry Bara Yaoi Stories ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💗♂️ ♂️ ♂️ and so these are designed for use in fiction short stories.

But, you can use them for other genres, non-fiction, blog posts, poetry, or longer works like novellas. I may use some of these for novellas.

Hope these help you out, enjoy!

~Wendy Christine Allen aka EelKat





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i just found out there is yet another bizarre rumour going around. where are these wild rumours coming from? who is starting them? and why?

♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author
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since I've been flooded with hundreds of messages the past two weeks asking if I still own "the world's most haunted car", yes, and here it is, filmed today May 18, 2026… but my son Xavier is dead, i am crippled and given that people are AGAIN showing up calling my Dodge "haunted", calling my friend "an alien", calling me "transgender", and spreading wild defamation slander connecting me to Stephen King, I think I need to start taking down the contact information of every blogger, podcaster, youtuber, and social media account spreading these rumors, and sue every single one of them for CAUSING my car to be cut in half May 10, 2010, for CAUSING the backhoe that drove over my house August 8, 2013, for CAUSING my son's murder November 14, 2013, for CAUSING me to be crippled and in a wheelchair November 14, 2013, and for CONTINUING to CAUSE harassers to show up in person to harass me near daily, STILL now in 2026. EVERYONE telling you my car is haunted, telling you my friend is an alien, calling my car "the goldeneagle", calling my friend "Etiole", or trying to connect me or my car to Stephen King, is lying to you. They crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, and a woman with a golf club, severed my spine and bashed my baby's head in, I spent 9 years relearning to walk, and the FBI is 13 years into the murder investigation and not yet identified the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club and the FBI believes that it is friends and family of the woman who did it, are the ones who started and spread the rumors saying my car is haunted, saying I'm an alien abductee, saying all kinds of similar bs about aliens, ufos, ghosts, witchcraft, demons, and Stephen King connections, even though I don't believe in ghosts, aliens, ufos, demons, and had never heard of Stephen King before 30k of his fans showed up in my yard trying to find my car! FBI believes the backhoe driver and the murderer are the same person and it is a developer who wanted my land and so started the Stephen King, ghost, and alien rumors all in an attempt to drive me off my land, and when it didn't work they drove a backhoe over my house, and when that didn't work they crippled me and killed my son. Why are they doing this? How do I get them to stop?

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Do you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Avenue, Old Orchard Beach, Maine on August 8, 2013? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son on November 14, 2013 at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me July 26, 2016 at scarborough WalMart,... they arrived the first time with a backhoe on August 8, 2013, that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since....

... which means it is now only a few weeks from the 14th anniversary of my son's murder. I was 8 month pregnant November 14, 2013, and a student ay SMCC, and coming out of the Buglight Lighthouse art studio after art class, when a still unidentifiedwoman wielding a golf club attacked me, severed my spine, while I was 8 months pregnant, triggered early labour, then killed my son minutes after he was born.

While accusing me of being transgender, screaming "transvestite freak" and "look at that thing, that's Ken's son in a dress"... while I was 8 months pregnant.

eelkats_house_before_after.jpgMy house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son and crippled me, arrived the first time with a backhoe that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since.

The backhoe driver returned November 14, 2013, armed with a golf club, used it to break my spine and smash my baby's brains out on the ground

On November 14, 2013, my son was murdered. I was 8 months pregnant, leaving my college classroom, and just getting into my car, when 3 strangers, a man and two women, armed with golf clubs leapt out from behind my car screaming "kill or be killed, kill the transvestite freaks, kill them all before they kill us! look at that thing! That is Ken's son, look at how it's dressed! kill the transvestite freaks! kill or be killed"... while the bald man and the red haired woman chanted this over and over, the blonde woman, lunged with the golf club.

She severed my spine, I am now a quadriplegic, and been paralyzed arms and legs, and in a wheelchair for 13 years now. She broke my hips, my knees, my legs, ruptured most of my discs, and shattered three of my vertebrae so bad that the shards of bone acted like glass and embedded themselves into my spinal column nerve bundle.

The attack also triggered labour.

My son was born in that parking lot, and he lived only a couple of minutes, before the deranged blonde woman, beat his head in and smashed his brains out, with the same golfclub she had just used to sever my spine and leave me crippled for the rest of my life.

Realizing that I was not transgender, and they'd just murdered a baby, the man grabbed the 2 women and forcibly dragged them away to a 4 door white pickup truck, and they left me there to die.

The FBI told me later, that a few weeks before this attack, and transwoman, had murdered a cis woman, in a parking lot, abou 20 miles away from where I was attacked. The FBI, believes that my attackers, had somehow found out I wrote transgender fiction, connecting my real name to my penname, (my father's name is in fact "Ken", and I do have a brother) and believed that I wrote transgender fiction, because I was myself transgender, even though I'm not transgender. The FBI, believes the attackers, thought I was my brother, pretending to be a woman.

The FBI investigation, into my son's murder, has dragged on for 13 years, and still now in 2026, continues on, with the FBI, still not having yet identified my attackers, and only guessing at what their motive was.

Thus we come to 2014, and the full swing change of the series I write. WHY my series, went from just a transman main character living life, to the full blown Mpreg genre series that it now is today.

Before the attack, I had a chance of having a baby. I don't know. And because I'm in America, I'm too old to adopt. You have to be under 45 years old to adopt a baby. That is the law in America. I was informed this, when we tried to adopt, now that my injuries leave me unable to get pregnant a 9th time.

Thus began my obsessively writing, my transman main character, pregnant. Always pregnant now. Every time. Every story. Stories that now fully focus on pregnancy, labour, miscarriages, babies dying, babies living, raising babies... the whole series, since 2014 has devolved into an outright baby obsession.

Meanwhile, reborn baby dolls were suggested to me by my therapist, and have also become a deeply obsessive part of my life. Because 13 years ago my son was murdered minutes after he was born, because a transphobic bigot mistook me for being transgender, I'm STILL in a wheelchair, struggling to relearn to use my arms and legs, now 13 years later, and I'm still DAILY dealing with police officers and FBI agents who while they are trying to find my son's killer, they are also daily reminding me... oh, yeah, my son was murdered, literally ripped out of my belly, by a transphobe. Who still has not been located and walks free to kill again.

The golfclub woman as she looked during the golf club attack at Southern Maine community college November 14, 2013. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

Clairescreenshot.pngIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

The golfclub woman as she looked during the shopping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart July 26, 2016. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

zzzz999ClaireRed2016-screenshotIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

The 2nd woman as she looked at both attacks, her hair goes all the way down to her knees. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

Kendrascreenshot.pngIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer's accomplice, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

I am a legally blind quadriplegic, and low verbal, I have also published 138 novels in the last 48 years. It's not as impossible as people think. The problem being blind and quadriplegic, medically have different meanings then how those two words are used medically.

Fewer than 3% of all blind people see nothing. While 97% people who are classified as fully blind are able to see up to two feet in front of them. Legally blind means I can see more then two feet in front of me but not far enough to see twenty feet in front of me. In my case I can see about eight feet.

Quadriplegic, has varying levels, it means having a damaged nerve bundle in the spinal column causing limited mobility of all 4 limbs, (in my case this was done by a women wielding a golf club, who also beat my 8 month infant's head to pulp on the parking lot tarmak, at the same time she severed my spine with the same golf club; both on November 14, 2013; the FBI investigation into my son's murder and my being crippled has gone on now for 13 years, a few weeks away from 14 years now, and the FBI has still not identified the killer or her motive). Contrary to popular misconception, quadriplegic does NOT mean ZERO movement, it means means limited movement, specifically in means unable to lift arms over head, unable to grip fingers around objects to pick them up, and unable to stand for more then 5 minutes to a time. Because there are so many thousands of nerves in each limb it is actually very rare for there to be 100% no movement, but how much, and to what extent varies by patent depending upon the specific point of injury to the spinal column.

Meaning typing is still possible for over 60% of all quadriplegics.

In my case, it was the lower spine that was severed, cutting off completly my ability to move my right leg, leaving limited feeling in my left leg, and an ability to stand but not walk, with crutches, for the first 9 years. I regained enough nerve growth in my legs by the 9th year to be able to take ten or twelve steps allowing me to get out of bed for the first time since the golf club attack; This in turn lead to me being able to start using a wheelchair, as I was able to sit upright for the first time as well.

Because the shattered vertebrae bone fragments are broken off completly and embedded into the nerve bundle just above my tailbone, doctors were saying I would never walk again, but now at 13 years, I am able to push mu wheelchair like a walker, a distance of almost a thousand steps a day. Though doctors are still doubtful I will ever walk "normally" again, I have proven them wrong, when their said 13 years ago, that I would never walk again at all.

But because of the placement of the damage to my spine, regaining hand use, was always thought possible, it was just a matter of waiting long enough for nerve regrowth, along side daily finger exercises. I was able to continue writing, after becoming quadriplegic, because I still have use of my right thumb, and 2 fore figures of my right hand. And can type 90 words per minute with those 3 fingers.

I however have no wrist strength, elbow strength, or shoulder strength, so I am not able to form a fist, or lift objects, or brush my hair, or my teeth, all thing I have to have my caretaker do. But, those things are not needed for typing. Unfortunately, my pinky and ring fingers are "nerve dead" and drag over the keyboard, and cause horrific spelling errors and typos, which are incredibly frustrating to deal with.

Unfortunately trying to edit errors myself, just makes the errors worse, because those same two fingers drag over the keyboard yet again. Prior to the golf club attack, I rarely had spelling errors; now I got more spelling errors then someone is learning English as second language. Editing is a challenge, that I've had to accept, I simply can not do myself, and I have to hire several editors to help with that.

Low verbal means sounds can still be made, sounds that software programs like Dragon can be trained to recognize and translate, and type into full words. More then half my novels were typed with this method.

I still have a long ways to go before I am anything close to being able to do the things I could do before the golf club woman beat my baby's brains out and shattered my spine. And you know what's more frustrating then how slow mu medical progression has been? The fact that it's been 13 years and the police and FBI are still coming up at dead ends as to who the woman who murdered my baby was, or why she even did it.

My son's 14th birthday is only a few weeks away, but he didn't even get to live long enough to celebrate his 1st birthday, I don't even know why. And I can't wait to regain my ability to walk again, because regaining my ability to walk, means gaining the ability to go outside and start looking for my son's murderer myself instead of sitting at home trapped in a wheelchair waiting for the police and FBI to to find her. So, writing isn't a big priority for me anymore. I only write now, as a way to exercise my hands, in between relearning to walk.

Never let a disability stop you. Plenty of writers, artists, athletes, do not let either blindness, speech impediments, or limited mobility hold then back from perusing their careers.

Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

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