The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction Story 

Domestic Lives of Dangerous Faeries - LGBTQAI+ Queer MPreg Cozy Fantasy Fiction w a F2M Elf Wizard, a Gay Faerie Chef, & a BiSexual Demon Time Traveller, Free To Read Online

Series Trigger Warnings:

 * Polyamorous married gay couple and their live-in lover

 * Intersex main character, who lives as a trans man

 * Furry Yaoi 

 * Characters often drink, swear, use drugs, and smoke hookahs.

 * Transman Mpreg

Not all things appear in all stories. 

Series Heat Level:

 * Short Stories: Sweet, Fluffy, Lime, or Limon

 * Novellas: Lime, Limon, Orange

 * Novels: Orange, Lemon

What is the series about?

It's three god-level, planet destroying, alien invader Space Elf, Space Faerie, Space Demon megalomaniac super villain bumbling wizards, and their ship's crew (The UnSeelie Court) with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, started a zombie apocalypse, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but are never getting anything done because they are too busy throwing temper tantrums, having hissy fits, and flinging food, sea slugs, insults, and sexual tension at each other, to ever get around to destroying the planet.

It's slice-of-life survival horror in a post-apocalyptic necromantic dictatorship, told through dysfunctional domestic intimacy between soul-stealing villains who rule the world. Welcome to the spiralling madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. This is the hostile, dystopian, necromantic, and hyper-sensory domestic horror of Quaraun’s everyday life with BoomFuzzy (and sometimes GhoulSpawn), in a grim world ruled by undead Faerie warlords where society has collapsed and survival is brutal, intimate, and corrupt, and Humans are often on the menu of UnSeelie Court feasts.

Seen in image: 

- IMAGE 1: The Pink Necromancer, Thullid Infested Moon Elf silk weaver, travelling merchant, & Royal Court Mage of The UnSeelie Court: Quaraun Swanzen on Noodle Beach. With his unhinged temper, his 12 foot long prehensile, venomous jellyfish tentacle hair, his deadly laser wand, and his inability to stay sober long enough to cast a spell properly, he is the most feared being in the known universe. Quaraun is literally a Space JellyFish (A Thullid) whom has taken control of the corpse of a dead Elf.

In the year 2525, a comet struck the Moon. Now, in 40th century Maine, Earth is frozen, the Moon is fractured, and UnDead Lobsters are a serious problem. And then there's Quaraun: The Pink Necromancer. Most feared super villain on Earth. Possibly the galaxy. Maybe ever. But all he wants is tea, silk embroidery, and a calm evening in his lighthouse.

- IMAGE 2: Master Chef Phooka turned Lich King of The UnSeelie Court: King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. He is king of the entire fucking planet. Defy him and he'll serve you as the main course of the next UnSeelie Court feast. The world's only known Unicorn, in his true form he is a tiny lilac coloured Shetland Pony with a gleaming silver horn. In his Lich form he is a blue crystal skeleton of a Friesian stallion. 

BoomFuzzy, the Unicorn Lich King of the UnSeelie Court, is Quaraun's dead husband. Technically dead. Officially terrifying. Unofficially the best baker left in the apocalypse.

- IMAGE 3: The Satyr-like, mad scientist Sheep Demon: Gremorse Liore aka GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. He is Quaraun's apprentice, and fast becoming the most powerful wizard in the universe.

GhoulSpawn, their brilliant, baffled companion, fell through time from 1978 and never found the way home. Now he juggles tech repairs, running from zombies, and being madly in love with the two most dangerous men of the apocalypse.

 - Art by Wendy Christine Allen. 

- Not seen here: Toobe: a deceptively innocent looking tiny flying silver metal orb that hoovers around GhoulSpawn, giving science reports and scanning for dangers, Toobe is a sadistically insane sentient AI from thirteen thousand years in the future, who is the real brains behind the plot of global domination.

• The Series Prologue  

• Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post

• Worldbuilding MoonQuakes and Disabled Characters for Fantasy Writers

• Trigger Warnings: To Trigger or not to Trigger, that is the question

A Flapdoodle Wizard’s Duel 

It started out as a perfectly normal, quiet, peaceful, normal, completely ordinary day.

The three wizards had left their lighthouse for a morning stroll, and went about their usual daily activities. Nothing out of the ordinary at all.

Three very evil wizards. The Pink Necromancer, his Frost Lich Candy Mage husband, and their Pyromancer Sheep-Demon lover, each set out to do, normal, ordinary, everyday chores.

Quaraun, as was his habit, ended up high on the cliffs overlooking the Noodle Beach Village, watching the wretched Humans whom he hated, and thinking thoughts of how he should punish them for existing, by raising corpses from the nearby graveyard to attack the village.

The evil Pink Necromancer was thinking delightfully, glorious thoughts of zombies eating the Humans, when he happened to turn too quickly, losing his balance, and suffering a horrible bout of vertigo, as he realized how very close he had gotten to the edge.

Quaraun stood on the jagged cliff-side, his silver hair whipping in the icy wind, his grip on his cane tightening with each roaring crash of the waves far below. He hated heights, hated the ocean even more.

No. That wasn’t true.

Quaraun loved the ocean.

It was just that up here, so high, his fear of falling off, of being crushed on the rocks, of drawing before help arrived, struck terror through his soul.

“Ya gonna stare at them waves all night, Love?” BoomFuzzy’s voice, teasing and full of mischief, broke the stillness.

The Phooka, wrapped in his black hakama and purple tartan, sidled up behind Quaraun, his rough hands slipping around the Elf's waist.

Quaraun tensed, startled, but relaxed quickly, leaning into BoomFuzzy’s warmth.

“I find the ocean soothing,” Quaraun murmured.

His blue eyes softened, gazing out at the tumultuous sea. He leaned heavier on his cane, his leg aching from standing so long.

BoomFuzzy nuzzled Quaraun's neck, his lips brushing against the Elf's ear as he whispered,

"Aye, tis beautiful, aye, but don’t ye think it looks dangerous from this height?"

Quaraun nodded absentmindedly.

“Yes, the danger frightens me.”

Quaraun stood at the cliff’s edge, staring out over the rolling, icy waves crashing below. His long, pink silk robes rippled in the cold wind, and his silver hair, glittering in the moonlight, whipped around his face.

He wasn’t afraid of the ocean—he loved it. He always had. It was the only thing that could calm his ever-present anxiety.

The fractured moon loomed above, casting jagged shadows across the frozen landscape, and the unsettling cry of distant undead lobsters echoed from the shore. The Moon scared him. It always growing closer, slowly on it’s way to crashing into the planet. But the ocean?

Quaraun was a Thullid.

A JellyFish, whom had left the ocean to live on land in the form of an Elf. He loved the ocean. It was his home.

Quaraun’s love for the ocean, was WHY he lived here on Noodle Beach in the Black Tower Lighthouse, overlooking the ocean.

And yet…just now an unnerving sense of dread crept over him, as he stared down at the ocean.

Every muscle in his body was tensed, ready to flee, but BoomFuzzy’s presence beside him held him in place. The Phooka’s warm breath across his neck as he leaned in, pressing himself against the Elf's back.

BoomFuzzy chuckled, a wicked grin tugging at his lips as he stood beside Quaraun on the cliff. The Elf was frozen, staring at the crashing waves far below, knuckles white as they gripped his cane. Fear shimmered off him, palpable, delicious to the trickster Faerie. This was a perfect opportunity for mischief.

“Ah, scared, are ya, Love?” BoomFuzzy teased, leaning in to nuzzle Quaraun’s neck.

“Yes.”

"Well, let’s see how much it takes."

“What?”

BoomFuzzy suddenly shoved Quaraun forward, causing the Elf to stumble towards the edge of the cliff.

Quaraun let out a startled yelp, thinking for a moment he was about to tumble into the crashing waves below. His heart pounded as he caught himself just in time, his cane scraping against the rocky ground. He spun around, furious.

"UNICORN!" Quaraun shouted, raising his cane as though to strike the Phooka. “What in the nine hells is wrong with you? I could have fallen!”

BoomFuzzy cackled, his laugh full of glee as he clapped his hands together.

“Ya shoulda seen yer face, Love! Ye looked like ya’d seen a ghost!”

Quaraun’s cheeks flushed with rage.

“You... you trickster! I could have died! You know I cannot catch myself if I fall! My leg—"

But BoomFuzzy wasn’t listening. He was too busy laughing, his whole body shaking with amusement. BoomFuzzy tried to hug Quaraun once again, but this time Quaraun shoved the Phooka.

“Do not touch me, Fiend!” Quaraun hissed, swatting at BoomFuzzy with his cane.

BoomFuzzy only laughed, taking a step back. With a snap of his fingers, a massive tentacle burst from the sea, purple and dripping with pink ectoplasmic goo. The gelatinous substance oozed across the rocks as the beast slithered toward them, its gurgling maw releasing a torrent of glittering pink vomit that splashed across the shore.

“Unicorn! What have you done?” Quaraun shrieked, aiming his wand.

“Just havin’ a wee bit o’ fun,” BoomFuzzy cackled.

“I’ll show you!” Quaraun snarled, grabbing his wand from the folds of his silk robe.

With a quick incantation and a flick of his wrist, a torrent of wriggling sea slugs materialized in the air above BoomFuzzy, raining down on the poor Phooka in a slimy deluge.

“Ach! What the bloody hell is this?” BoomFuzzy yelped, shaking off the slugs, his once gleaming tartan now splattered with slimy, writhing creatures.

He glared at Quaraun, but his grin quickly returned, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Oh, ye want to play dirty, aye?” BoomFuzzy muttered, a dangerous edge to his playful tone. He rubbed his hands together, casting a spell of his own.

Quaraun watched in mounting dread as a giant sea creature—half squid, half gelatinous blob—slithered out of the ocean’s depths, its gurgling maw spewing forth a flood of pink ectoplasmic goo. The creature belched violently, launching the goo in a high arc that splattered across the cliff, showering Quaraun in sticky, glowing sludge.

Quaraun wiped the goo from his face, seething.

“You vile, vile beast!” He pointed his wand at BoomFuzzy again, his eyes narrowing in concentration.

Aiming his wand at BoomFuzzy, Quaraun muttered a quick counter spell. This time, an explosion of bubblegum-pink roses filled the air, each thorn-covered bloom bursting from the ground at BoomFuzzy’s feet and wrapping tightly around his legs. From the sky, enormous pink roses fell, their velvety petals cushioning the goo.

BoomFuzzy grinned wickedly.

“Roses, JellyElf? Tsk, tsk. How dainty!” BoomFuzzy mocked as he struggled to free himself from the thick, thorny vines. “Ye fight like a wee lassie!”

Quaraun’s lips curled into a smirk.

“Careful, Unicorn. Those thorns are venomous.”

BoomFuzzy’s eyes widened as the roses’ sharp thorns pricked his skin, sending a tingling sensation coursing through his veins. His grin faded for just a moment, then his eyes sparkled again.

“Eh, venom? From flowers? Ye do surprise me sometimes, Love!”

The tentacle beast wailed as the roses smothered it, flailing under the floral assault.

With a quick gesture, BoomFuzzy dispelled the roses, shaking his legs free as he prepared his next spell. Quaraun readied himself, but before he could react, the monstrous creature BoomFuzzy had summoned earlier let out a guttural wail, vomiting more ectoplasm—this time directly at Quaraun.

The Elf barely dodged, using his cane to steady himself as the ground became slick with goo.

“I am done with this nonsense!” Quaraun declared.

“I’m not!” BoomFuzzy laughed.

“You never are!”

Quaraun raised his wand high, and the wind swirled around them, a vortex forming over the sea. With a powerful thrust of his wand, Quaraun summoned a storm of sea urchins, each spiked and glowing with eerie, green phosphorescence.

The creatures spun through the air like a swarm of angry hornets, hurling themselves at BoomFuzzy.

BoomFuzzy’s laughter echoed across the cliff-side as he danced around the spiny creatures, dodging the worst of the assault.

“Ye think ye can out-trick a trickster, JellyElf? I’m the King of The UnSeelie Court! Think again!”

With a flourish, BoomFuzzy conjured a flock of rainbow-coloured sheep, each one bleating loudly as they charged through the air, colliding with the urchins and causing a chaotic explosion of glowing spines and fluffy wool.

Quaraun stumbled back, shocked by the absurdity of BoomFuzzy’s counter spell.

“You madman!”

“Aye, mad enough to keep ye on yer toes, Love!” BoomFuzzy cackled, his hands coated in ectoplasmic goo as he caught one of the glowing sheep and spun it around like a partner in a dance. “I can do this for hours, can you?”

Quaraun watched the Phooka, equal parts infuriated and amused. He couldn’t help it—the ridiculousness of it all was too much. The anger slowly drained from his face, replaced by reluctant affection.

BoomFuzzy saw the change in Quaraun’s expression and grinned.

“Ye laughin’, Love?”

Quaraun huffed, trying to maintain his composure.

“No. I am... simply appalled at your utter lack of dignity.”

“Aye,” BoomFuzzy said with a wicked smile. “But ya love me for it.”

Quaraun sighed, lowering his wand. He couldn’t argue with that.

“Yis canna hide ya feelin’s, Quaraun.”

Quaraun’s cheeks flushed with fury.

“Enough!”

Before BoomFuzzy could respond, Quaraun flicked his wrist, sending a blast of magic that knocked BoomFuzzy into the air.

Laughing uncontrollably, BoomFuzzy tumbled through the raining roses.

GhoulSpawn, watching from afar, stumbled back in terror. He’d seen enough. With a yelp, he tripped over a rock and scrambled toward the lighthouse, arms flailing.

“I’m going back inside!” GhoulSpawn shouted, disappearing into the safety of the lighthouse as Quaraun and BoomFuzzy’s absurd magical battle raged on, pink goo and petals raining down.

Quaraun glared after him, then turned back to BoomFuzzy, his expression softening just slightly.

“Ya know,” BoomFuzzy said, brushing off a mess of the goo. “If yer done with yer tantrum, Love, I’ve got some lobster rolls inside. Care for a bite? Before The Goat eats them all without us? Ya know he will. Varmicious appetite that one.”

Quaraun huffed, turning sharply on his heel, but BoomFuzzy’s laugh rang out once more, chasing after him as the two made their way back to the lighthouse.

“Should bring the lighthouse to life while he’s in there by himself,” Quaraun muttered.

“Do it!” BoomFuzzy cheered.

“I think I shall.”

“That’ll learn him! Running off without us!”

Quaraun raised his wand and aimed it at the lighthouse.

Quaraun and BoomFuzzy

• On writing a Trans main character and the use of deadnames & old pronouns

The Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.

BoomFuzzy

Quaraun

GhoulSpawn and BoomFuzzy

GhoulSpawn

GhoulSpawn and Quaraun

Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post

The Pink Necromancer: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane aka The Twighlight Manor Series

🌸🦄🌸 Furry Yaoi Fiction about Elves and Faeries and Satyrs and Demons and Unicorns and Technomancer Wizards and Liches living in a Lighthouse and surviving as Travelling Merchants and Food Truck Chefs in Cyberpunk Dystopian 40th Century Maine, and Zombie Apocalypse and Time Travel but it’s Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Court’s Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. 🌸🦄🌸

• eBook Editions from this series can be found on: GumRoad

• Kindle, eBook, Print Paperback, & full colour illustrated Hardcover Editions from this series can be found on: Amazon

Meet The Characters

• How did you build your audience?

Wendy 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: BoomFuzzy's Chowder Dilemma If your ass ain’t freezing or your brains ain’t scrambled, you’re ain’t really trying A Very Important Clump of Grass The Washer Woman & The Fae Absinthe Slushies: An Ode to Frozen Green Fairy Wine Bone Dice Excited For The New Baby Zwodder: A Drowsy Stupid State of Mind Pink Sheep, Cheesy Burritos, and The Grim Reality of Zombies Open Grave The Phooka's Dragon School The Moon Goddess Laughs From The Rooftops The Jar of Pickled Toes The Book Burning Maggots, a You Can't Spell Hatred Without Red Hats A Day In The Life of a Bumbling Necromancer The Three-Seventeen Pee Expedition

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.

365 Cozy Writing Prompts For Fantasy Writers Vol.1: Daily Writing Prompts Series For Writers of Serial Pulp Fiction

365 Cozy Writing Prompts For Fantasy Writers Vol.2: Daily Writing Prompts Series For Writers of Serial Pulp Fiction

365 Cozy Writing Prompts For Fantasy Writers Vol.3: Daily Writing Prompts Series For Writers of Serial Pulp Fiction

365 Cozy Writing Prompts For Fantasy Writers Vol.4: Daily Writing Prompts Series For Writers of Serial Pulp Fiction

365 Cozy Writing Prompts For Fantasy Writers Vol.5: Daily Writing Prompts Series For Writers of Serial Pulp Fiction

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.

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 ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

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.

Books By Wendy Christine Allen
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Index of the Quaraun novels, novellas, & short story collections on Amazon

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Index of the Quaraun short stories on GumRoad

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An Index of the more than TWO THOUSAND Quaraun Short Stories on Medium

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Index of the Quaraun short stories on Vocal

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