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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

Magic Wands Discovery

(NaNoWriMo & NovNov 2025, Day 1, November 1, 2025)

A Pink Necromancer Short Story

7,817 words

Complete

Magic Wands Discovery

(NaNoWriMo & NovNov 2025, Day 1, November 1, 2025)

The UnSeelie Court moved like a glittering swarm through the skeleton of the Human city. Glass crunched beneath hooves and boots. Sharp edges bit faintly through the thin soles of The Pink Necromancer’s dainty hand embroidered pink silk slippers.

A faint whiff of rust and wet stone mixed with a cold iron tang, like blood frozen in air, drifted from the collapsed walls. Rusted metal groaned. The air stank of ozone and mould and burnt plastic, leaving a bitter, metallic taste on his tongue.

The bitterness clung to his teeth, dry and acrid.

A strong reek of diesel drifted from the loading bay, sharp against the clean bite of snow.

Smell bleeding into taste.

A layered olfactory attack.

Damp urban decay.

A scent the old Moon Elf detested.

Quaraun held a pink silk handkerchief over his mouth and nose.

“Waaall...mart?” Quaraun sounded out the letters on the remains of the blue sign that lay shattered at his feet. “Did Humans build walls around their markets? Yes. Of course they did. Why do I ask things I already know? This was clearly and indoor market. Glinta, what is a Wall Mart? Glinta?”

Quaraun glanced around looking for his Satyr-like Sheep Demon apprentice, but the young mage in training was no where to be seen. The ancient wizard’s twelve foot long prehensile jellyfish tentacle hair twitched in irritation.

“Where did he get to now? He was right beside me a second ago. Must he always wander off? GLINTA!” Quaraun yelled. His voice echoed through the deserted ruins. “Glinta! You know I can not read this languge. I need you to translate. Glinta! Where are you?”

Silence.

What remained of the ancient market still stood in fragments, tilted shelves, aisles of fossilized dust, faint ghostly signage in Human languages Quaraun could not read. The once-great place had drowned in ice centuries before his birth. Now, thaw and time exposed it like a corpse half-rotted through snow.

The Pink Necromancer angrily stomped his way through the rubble, muttering under his breath about the incompetence of apprentices, the irritation of cold wind on his face, and the endless amounts of mud and slush that were determined to clung to his long floor sweeping pink silk skirts.

In the ruins of a Human town.

A town that sat on top of the Earth, devoid of anything but ice and snow.

And more ice and snow.

And spotted grey harbour seals.

And ivory white polar bears.

And pristine, sparkling white snow.

And shimmering silvery ice.

And blustery winds.

And snow.

And ice.

And more snow.

“Why is there so much snow?”

No one answered him.

There was no one to answer him, nor did he actually want an answer.

Quaraun was just frustrated by how wet his nice pink dress was and cold his feet were.

The snow upset him.

Or rather it upset him how much snow there was.

And how cold the snow was.

And wet.

Snow was wet.

Quaraun hated that snow was wet.

“Why is snow wet?” Quaraun asked himself as he stared down at his wet shocking pink silks. “I am cold and wet and I hate it.”

Quaraun was The Pink Necromancer, royal court mage to The UnSeelie Court. Married to King Gwallmaiic, The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley, Lich king of The UnSeelie Court, known to his friends and family as BoomFuzzy the Unicorn. Together they were the two most feared, most dangerous, and most powerful beings in the known galaxy, possibly the entire universe. Two powerful sorcerers, whose names alone set entire nations trembling with fear. Two powerful sorcerers who right now were themselves trembling from the frigid nuclear ice age which had been ushers in by a comet hitting the Moon.

“My hair is wet,” Quaraun sputtered. It took his handmaid three hours every morning to brush the Elf’s mind-mindbogglingly long hair. “I hate wet muddy snow in my hair.”

Quaraun was stomping through the rubble, thinking morbid, depression thoughts of gloom and doom and wondering if someone had eaten the Moon, when, just then a loud clatter sounded in the distance. Somewhere beyond the many acres of empty parking lot.

The Pink Necromancer paused. Listened. His foot-long rabbity ears twitched.

“Zombies,” he snarled.

The distant sounds of zombies moaning echoed from the road.

“None in here at least,” he muttered, glad not to have to deal with zombies for once. “Even dead Humans are a pain in the ass. It is bad enough having to deal with live Humans. It is so tiring dealing with undead ones too.”

Quaraun hobbled along the cracked tiles, his cane clicking, his resplendent, pink silks dragging through mucky, soggy, slushy grime of mud filled melting snow that clung damp and gritty to the hem of his once pristine petal pink gown, the fabric heavy and cold, grit grinding against his shins.

“Filth,” he muttered as he glanced down at his dirty grey-stained hems. “So much filth. How dare you cling to me! Do you know who I am?”

Moments later he found himself inside the ancient ruins of the Walled Mart. He passed aisles of shattered jars that still reeked faintly of sour fruit preserves and mildew, ghosts of sugar and vinegar beneath the rot. Frost-rimed mannequins, their fabric clothes long ago rotted off. Twisted shopping carts flecked with rust and corrosion.

“Such abundance Humans had. All gone to waste.”

The surrounding air smelled of frozen glue and dust, and of sealed plastic, that sweet sterile scent of long-stored goods thawing, the perfume of things never meant to thaw. The smell of unsold goods, industrial decay, not the usual organic rot he was used to.

The others were behind him or ahead of him, somewhere. He could hear BoomFuzzy shouting orders, GhoulSpawn rambling equations, Kelpies repeating the King’s orders, Goblins scuttling through wreckage. The echo of their chaos filled the building.

“Noisy bastards. Good thing there are no zombies in here. We would be overrun by now if there were, what with all this noise.”

Quaraun drifted into a narrow aisle painted with the faded faces of laughing Human children.

Plastic lunchboxes, their plastic still carrying a faint chemical sweetness, sealed for centuries inside their wrappers. Mint. Unused. Still in their boxes and cello wrap. In neat rows on the super-centre shelves. The sweetness ghosted the back of his throat, almost edible.

Plastic scent: synthetic, airtight, slightly sweet.

“Odd. This store is fresh frozen. Never looted. Not even after so many centuries. There must have been no survivors at all in this region.”

Paper banners. A sign hung crooked above a display still mostly intact:

BACK TO SCHOOL SALE.

He paused. He tried to read the sign.

“Schooool? What is school?” Quaraun looked around wondering where GhoulSpawn had gotten to. GhoulSpawn knew the languages of the ancient 20th century Humans. GhoulSpawn could explain what these things were. “Where is he? Glinta! I need your help.”

Quaraun turned back to examine the sign again. It interested him. On it was a picture of a child, a Human child, holding a sheet of paper in one hand, and in the other hand, a bright coloured magic wand, with a large bright coloured flower on the end. Quaraun knew from entering Human ruins before that these signs meant the object was for sale and on a shelf somewhere. He quickly began looking around for the magic wands.

Mage wands.

Wizard wands.

Humans did not have magic.

Humans did not know magic. And yet, here was a photo of a Human child with a wand.

A wire rack stood untouched by looters. Frost filmed the box’s edge, crisp under his fingertips. Cold air wafted from the boxes, dry and papery, the scent of cardboard preserved in ice. On it: neat cardboard trays stacked with slim coloured rods, hundreds of them, arranged in tidy rows.

“There you are!” Quaraun exclaimed, recognizing the wands from the photo.

Quaraun leaned closer. His long fingers brushed the nearest box. The rods gleamed bright and cheerful even after centuries, green striped shafts topped with soft yellow daisies, orange, and purple ones crowned by grinning pumpkin heads, red and white with pale blue snowflakes.

He lifted one … curiosity made him brush the tip to his lips; a faint taste of resin and old pine sap lingered. The wand’s scent rose sharp and clean, pine and varnish.

It was perfectly balanced.

Lightweight.

Smooth.

“Smooth,” he said out loud. “So perfectly smooth.”

Smooth, the painted shaft cool beneath his fingertips, edges of the embossed flower slightly rough against his skin. The paint felt faintly waxed, frictionless, the way silk resists skin.

The smell was faintly woody, with a slight whisper of dusted pigment, dry as chalk.

Clean wood.

Pine.

He turned it over in his fingers, studying the dull grey tip.

Not metal.

Not stone.

Not bone.

A wand.

A beautifully painted wand.

Quaraun’s eyes went from the wand in his hand to the shelf before him.

He gasped softly, delight flaring through him.

Boxes of wands.

“Craay...oooh...la?”

Quaraun turned over a bright green and yellow striped box in his hand. The box itself smelled faintly of paper mould and dry wax, sweetness clinging from within. He opened it. Inside were a hundred wands, every one a different colour. He looked up at the shelf, full of boxes, each with a hundred wands in it. “Wands. Hundreds of them.”

He dropped his cane and clutched the box to his chest, the thin cardboard rasping against his soft pink silks, giving off the faint must of paper pulp and dye. His crippled hands trembled with excitement.

In plastic jars were individual wands with soft shapes on their tips. The daisy-topped ones, yes, for healing. The pumpkins, fire magic, obviously. Snowflakes for frost spells. How clever these ancient Humans had been, crafting their magic so prettily.

“Unicorn!” he called down the aisle. “Unicorn, come see what I have found! Magic wands. A full stockpile. Beautifully coloured base materials of highest quality, just waiting to be loaded with spells. There are enough for every one. All the children. There are enough that each of our children can have a full box of a hundred different colours! Think of how much more efficient we will be with everyone having their own package of pre-loaded spell wands! A hundred different colours for a hundred different spells. The children will love these! I can teach them how to load their own spells into their wands! Unicorn? Are you listening to me? Unicorn! Where are you! Come see what I have found!”

No one answered.

Only Goblin chatter and the crash of distant shelves.

Quaraun was not a sensible Elf.

The Di’Jinn had tried to teach Quaraun how to be sensible. But intelligence was not Quaraun’s strong point and nothing he learned remained long in his empty, brainless skull.

Quaraun’s skull had long ago been hollowed out, to make room for the tiny pink Thullid who lived inside. The Sacred Pink JellyFish. The tiny pink jellyfish who lived inside the Elf. It was why BoomFuzzy called him ‘JellyElf’.

Since Quaraun was a Thullid, Quaraun was also a Psion.

Quaraun was a Psion able to hypnotize an entire city into being his thralls. And thus able to take control of every mind if he wanted.

But he didn’t want that. Quaraun despised politics, authority, science, calculations, prestige, wealth, gluttony, legislation, education, influence, finance, government, maths, power, money, greed, law, capital, avarice... In fact, Quaraun hated most everything that drove men to seek becoming a mage.

Quaraun was peaceful, mellow, tranquil and possessed no lust for power, no desire to control others. No glut for gold. There is no need for power, there is no need to control others, there is no need for gold. Though the Di’Jinn called her an Elder Brain, one of the Elder God’s, the little pink JellyFish was just a brain sucking jellyfish.

A very old jellyfish. Tens of thousands of years old. Who despised the thirst for power or the desire to dominate others.

Quaraun’s ambitions were as simple as his simple mind. He preferred to sit and weave silk. Sit and embroider silk. And sell his embroidered and beaded pink silk scarves at the market.

Quaraun ignored his psionic abilities. Quaraun did not want his powers. Powers he didn’t need, and so didn’t use. He just wanted to live a traditional lifestyle, like an ordinary commoner, and forget he possessed tremendous powers of mind control. And all of this infuriated the Di’Jinn. For the Di’Jinn planned for their Elder Brain to reign supreme over all life. They desired to conquer the planet. They craved to rule the world.

The Di’Jinn did not truly care about Quaraun. They were full of greed and lust of power. Quaraun was a tool. A tool they could use. Only ZooLock had truly cared for Quaraun. The rest of the Thullids only wanted to exploit the Elder Brain to subjugate the world and enslave all races as their thralls. But Quaraun just preferred to be a merchant.

Quaraun wanted to forget magic. Forget his psychic abilities. Forget the Di’Jinn.

And right now, he wanted a warm, dry bed to sleep in.

And The Elf Eater. In his bed.

Quaraun sat shivering in the snow, reflecting on the glories of being The Elf Eater’s lover.

To feel the warmth of The Elf Eater’s body. To smell his flesh. To touch The Elf Eater’s hair.

A deep, dark secret Quaraun shared with no one, was his deep, dark desires, to share his bed with The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley.

A fantasy he kept carefully locked away in his heart, where no one would ever find it.

No one must ever know he felt this way.

Quaraun tried to think of something else. But right now, it was difficult to think of anything but the ice. And the snow. And the cold.

The sky grew darker; the clouds grew heavier; the trees grew taller and the army of undead grew greater. Quaraun sat in the snow, shivering.

Cold.

Too cold.

So very cold.

He needed to take his mind off the snow.

Off the cold.

He was freezing to death, sitting in the snow. Trembling. Shivering.

Quaraun needed to rest. He needed to get warm again. He closed his eyes and drifted off into a lulled, meditative state of just listening to the endless silence of snow.

He tried to think happy thoughts.

No. Not happy thoughts. Warm thoughts.

Yes.

Warm thoughts.

Quaraun’s mind drifted and wandered through lucid thoughts that floated around inside his head.

A peaceful, contented serenity Quaraun, swept over him, filing his mind with soft, warm, comforting thoughts.

The crisp, clean smell of the fresh, icy snow.

The alpine air, floral of scents of lovely pink orchids and lush evergreens.

The minty fragrance of checker berries and wintergreen leaves.

The warm earthiness of sphagnum moss, peat, and leaf mould.

The cool late spring breeze wafting down the mountain, chilling the air and awakening the nodding yellow headed daffodils.

The warmth of the sun, melting the muddy slushy golden brown snow of winter.

Melting summer snow.

Filling creeks, brooks, and rivers full of glorious, brown mud, cascading into the ocean estuary. Lush, green reeds, tall slender grass, fluffy brown seed-heads. All nodding and waving to the summer breeze.

To joyfully be at one with the serenity of nature.

To hear the birds chirping cheerfully.

The tadpoles singing.

The warm embrace of mother’s ever loving tentacles.

Warm, slithering, slimy, squishy thoughts of swimming in lovely, green algae filled primordial goo.

Tadpoles, swimming in one mass herd, filling the slimy muck, with endless black wriggling specks, each competing for a host.

The chilled cold of dark caves.

The warmth of bubbling water, heated by underground rivers of lava.

Purple, grape-like clumps of sticky, slime coated soft-shell caviar-like eggs clung to the edges of the goo-filled pool.

The singing larvae.

Desperate.

Devouring.

Fighting.

Struggling.

Killing.

The mindless massacre of mountainous millions.

The fight to survive.

Quaraun opened his eyes.

That wasn’t right.

Where had those slithering, squishy, gooey, slimy thoughts come from?

He hadn’t thought them.

He was certain of it.

Thullid thoughts.

No.

He was an Elf. Not a Thullid.

Elves think Elven thoughts.

Quaraun tried to think Elven thoughts once again, but it was no use. Thullid thoughts kept slithering in, slinking their way around his brain. He’d been away from Elf society for far too long. He’d grown to use to living with Thullids, thinking like a Thullid, talking like a Thullid, acting like a Thullid, dressing like a Thullid.

This would have to stop.

It would do not good to have a Thullid living in an Elf body, in Elf society, if it acted like a Thullid.

Quaraun tried to think of birds and bunnies, flowers and trees, but could only think of jellyfish and squid, plecos and octopi. She longed for her ocean, so far away.

A lifetime ago on another planet.

She’d never swim again.

She was trapped.

Trapped in the body of an Elf.

No more freedom to swim with the singing sea slugs or dance with the whales.

No.

Stuck forever, never again to feel the water on her skin, the waves in her tentacles. She was no longer a beautiful pink jellyfish swimming in the ocean.

She was now a parasite, feeding off the brain of a male Elf. And she needed to learn to think Elven thoughts before she reached Quaraun’s home village.

Flowers. Feathers. Fish.

Fish?

Do Elves think about fish?

No, no, no, no, no!

He had not been thinking Thullid thoughts or warm underground primordial pools.

He had been pondering Elven thoughts.

Thoughts of nature.

Thoughts of spring.

Quaraun was an Elf not a Thullid. He reminded himself that he didn’t live with the Di’Jinn any more. The Di’Jinn were dead. He was on his way to live with the Elves once again. He had to learn to think like an Elf. He must remember to act like an Elf. Talk like an Elf. And think Elf thoughts.

Yes. He was an Elf now.

Not a Thullid. No more. Never again. He must think thoughts of trees, not caves, Birds flying in the terrible, brilliant, bright, blinding sunlight, not tadpoles slithering in cool, comforting, dark, delicious watery caverns.

The slithering madness encroached upon his warm, comforting thoughts.

Pure, glorious madness.

He craved it.

He lusted for it.

And the fight to survive against all odds.

The lust for brains.

The sumptuous, juicy goodness, the delicate flavour...

No.

Quaraun stood up suddenly.

His foot long ears alert, high over his head, stiff with fear.

His eyes darting quickly to and fro, glancing around the darkness of night, in search of the source of these thoughts.

Thullids.

There were Thullids in the area.

He felt them in his head.

He heard them in his mind.

No.

It was a hive mind.

He was connected to a Thullid hive mind.

An Elder Brain.

A massive JellyFish that controlled the minds of its purple octopi headed priests. A creature that controlled the hive mind of entire solar systems. Who in turn controlled the will of endless denizens of mindless thralls, enslaved to doing Thullid bidding.

Somewhere nearby was an Elder Brain, and a pod of Thullid priests, and a herd of mindless thralls, enslaved to the Elder Brain. And Quaraun was connected to its hive mind.

Tapped into its thoughts.

And it was nearby. Wait. No. Was it? There couldn’t be a Thullid here in the snow.

Quaraun heard none of the undead.

Too deep in his own thoughts.

Too cold to think clearly.

Fear filled Quaraun as his mind flooded with ancient thoughts.

Long forgotten thoughts.

Thoughts he’d deliberately buried.

Thoughts he wanted to forget.

Thoughts of a war fought a thousand years ago.

A war on a distant planet.

A planet in a distant galaxy.

A galaxy in another dimension.

A dimension, far, far away.

A war fought over a tiny pink JellyFish.

An itty, bitty thing, no larger than a thumbnail.

A teeny-tiny-itty-bitty-tensy-weensy little pink JellyFish.

The Sacred Pink JellyFish.

A tiny sea creature, who was the single most powerful, most ancient Elder Brain of them all.

No. Must think of here and now.

Quaraun began gathering the boxes, setting them in neat stacks upon the floor, muttering aloud as he worked.

“This one for teleportation. This for binding. This for light. I shall spend the night filling them. Yes. Every one. Then in the morning I shall teach the children how to fill theirs.”

He laughed softly.

“The Humans hid their treasures well.”

Footsteps clattered behind him.

BoomFuzzy’s deep voice boomed through the frozen air.

“JellyElf! Where’s me daft wee sugarplum done gone and hid himself, eh? I heard ya squawking ‘bout something. What going on?”

Quaraun turned. The Elf Eater swaggered toward him, arms laden with gleaming metal, pots, pans, cutlery rattling. His goggles reflected the dim green glow of Quaraun’s hovering enchanted lanterns.

Everyone knew of Gwallmaiic, The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley, Quaraun’s beloved husband; a power hungry shape shifting Phooka, who for nearly a thousand years, had been slaughtering Elves and Faeries and had recently begun targeting Thullid villages. As powerful as the Thullid were, they were no match for Liches, especially not Liches built by the evil Phookan Necromancer Gwallmaiic, King of the Faeries.

“I have found wands,” Quaraun said, holding up a pumpkin-topped rod. “Hundreds of them. Cases of them. Colour coded with a hundred colours per case. There are hundreds of cases. Enough for each of our children to have their own set of a hundred wands. Colour coded so they would get their spells mixed up. Our children will be the best prepared young wizards in the galaxy!”

BoomFuzzy tilted his head.

“Aye? Wands, ya say? Well, slap me bahookie, that’s a fine haul, JellyBrains.”

“What is all that you got?”

“I found me a right fine a treasure trove o’ kitchenware meself. Enough pots ta feed half o’ Hell.”

Quaraun nodded eagerly.

“Good. We shall need both. I will enchant these tonight. The UnSeelie Court shall march armed with new magic.”

“Right then,” BoomFuzzy said, kissing Quaraun’s cheek. “We’ll get the lads ta pack it up.” He waved at the Goblins. “Oi! Boxes here! Careful now! Don’t scratch me Elf’s shinies.”

Goblins scurried to obey, piling the boxes of bright coloured wand into shopping carts.

Far across the store, GhoulSpawn’s voice rose, calm but commanding.

“We are out of shopping carts. Hardware section is full. We got every last hammer, nail, can of spray paint, we even loaded up the pallets of kitchen sinks. Never know when we’ll need those.”
“They’s got a fleet of big rig out back,” BoomFuzzy yelled back. “Toobe know how to hot wire a semi?”

“Prob’bly,” GhoulSpawn called. “Ask him. I think I can, if he can’t. I’ve stolen enough cars in my life, shouldn’t be too different to steel a a delivery truck. We got anyone who knows how to drive one of those things?”

“What’s it matter? Who we gonna hit, zombies? Ain’t no one living for miles.”

“Good point.”

“Better just take every truck they got. Gonna need three or six just for all the kitchen appliances back there.”

“Do you NEED more kitchen supplies?” GhoulSpawn asked.

“Does yea hairy arse need more kitchen sinks?”

“I... uhm...”

“I am the world’s greatest chef!” BoomFuzzy declared before GhoulSpawn had a chance to respond. “I have a restaurant empire to run. A kingdom to feed. Never tell a Faerie chef him can no has more things in hims kitchen! Besides, I got me an Elf need taking care of.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Explain?”

“Helping him.”

“Why would I not?”

“You’re the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley.”

“Aye.”

“You’ve slaughtered millions of Elves.”

“Aye.”

“Elves all over the planet live in terrorized fear of you.”

“They does.”

“You eat Elves.”

“I do.”

“He’s an Elf.”

“He is.”

“Then why are you helping him?”

“I love him. That were not a lie a Ghouly. I really do love him.”

“Why?”

“Love needs not reason. It just happens.”

“But he’s an Elf and you’re... you’re... you.”

“I know.”

“How did you fall in love with him? He’s... he’s... he’s kind of stupid.”

The Elf Eater laughed.

“I does t’inks his being stupid might have had lot to do with it. Poor lil Elf, he too stupid to live. I tried for years to catch him.”

“Catch him?”

"Aye."

"For years?"

“Decades. I does never met an Elf that so effectively eluded capture before. It went on for decades. I spent 30, 40, 50 years trying to catch him a stupid dumb luck saved the poor fool life every time. Then I went a got caught by Humans. I does got so caught up in trying to find way to capture this silly lil Elf that I got careless a got caught by Humans.”

“You got captured?”

“Aye.”

“But you’re King Gwallmaiic, Elf Eater of Pepper Valley, King of Fae.”

“Aye. But I not a god. I make mistake. I get caught. Put in Faery Irons. They tortured me. Kept me alive for weeks, torturing me until I does wished they would just kill me and get it over with and who should come along and save my life, but him. Stupidest Elf on the planet. Him save me life.”

“When did he do that?”

“Long time ago."

"He's not very old."

"Aye."

"So when?"

"When him live with Di’Jinn."

GhoulSpawn waited for BoomFuzzy to say more but the Phooka remained silent.

"And?"

"Und what?"

"How did he save you're life?"

"It long story."

"I don't seem to have anything else to be doing right now."

"Here I am spending decades trying to eet him and he goes and saves me life. I did’na know what to do with him after that. Moved on, went back to killing other Elves, but could’na get him out of me head. Then the Di’Jinn round up whole herd of Phookas and slaughter theandm and Quaraun just stood there. He was horrified. He loves horses, especially unicorns, and in our true form that what we are."

"You're a horse?"

"Aye. I be a horse. A wee lil pony."

"Are all Phookas horses?"

"Aye. I be called Kelpie to some. Unicorn to others. But we call ourselves Phookas."

"So you're a Kelpie?"

“Aye. We Phookas, we are lil black stallions, with gleaming silver horns. We does reside in rivers and swamps and marshes and wells and pretends to be wounded to lure in unsuspecting victims. Once we git them on our backs, we sprout tentacles, to holds them on and gallop back to our water and gleefully drown them then devour their flesh.”

“You’re a horse that sprouts tentacles?”

“Aye.”

“That’s just ridiculous.”

“To yis maybe. Tis normal to us. However, most us Phookas go after Humans children. Given that, they being so plentiful. But me, I acquire taste for Elf flesh.”

“You eat Elves.”

“Aye.”

“Indeed. And that’s why people call you The Elf Eater.”

“Aye.”

“And so how did you fall in love with an Elf?”

“For decades, every day, Quaraun would happen down to the river to watch lil herd of black ponies. With shaggy, matted manes that Quaraun love to brush. I does did try very terrible hard to gits him to rides us, but he ne’er did would.”

“You were going to eat him, weren’t you?”

“Aye. It what we does.”

“So why didn’t you?”

“T’ain’t in him to capture horse and make it slave beast of burden.”

“Meaning?”

“Ot’ers they tries to ride us. Catch us. Keep us. Hook us to carts. Make us pull chariots. Make us plow fields.”

“And Quaraun didn’t do any of that?”

“No, instead him did brought us carrots and apples and cucumbers and sugar cubes and apricots. And did brush our manes, braid our tails, curried our fur, plucked out the briers and burs, scratched our noses. He did’na notice what we were. He were just sweet innocent lil’ Elf who loved horses.”

“Quaraun?”

“Aye. Him be Elf who love the Unicorns.”

“Yeah. I guess he does, doesn’t he?”

“We Faeries have an iron allergy.”

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Is I telling story or you?”

“You are.”

“Dan, let me tell, yes?”

“Okay.”

“We Faeries are powerful and oft’ evil trickster beings who make life Hell for Humans.”

“You sound proud of that.”

“I is.”

“Why?”

“Has ya no never meets a Human?”

“Not many around here.”

“Humans is evil.”

“You’re a Faerie.”

“Aye.”

“Faeries are evil?”

“That do be matter of perspective.”

“So in your perspective, Humans are evil?”

“Aye.”

“More evil than Faeries?”

“Aye.”

“You sure?”

“Aye. Humans all is evil. Sooner or later, ya’ll sees that. Humans discovered that we Fae were allergic to iron and silver. And Alchemists developed new metal known as Faery Iron. Which is composed out of lead and steel core, with cast iron encasement, then plated in pure silver. Similarly, each of these alloys on their own cause varying harm to Fae. But when combined in this manner, cripple the Fae who come in contact with it.”

“Really?”

“Aye. To sum up, prolonged exposure to it will kill the Fae. Humans began making shackles, chains, and prison bars out of Faery Iron. And were able to enslave and torture many Fae as result. The Di’Jinn had Faery Iron and they used it on us horses.”

“On you yourself? So that you couldn’t escape?”

“Aye. Me meself and me army. So that I be trapped and no can escaped.”

“Did Quaraun know the Di’Jinn were doing that?”

“Not at first. Ultimately, him did find out.”

“When did he find out?”

“One day the Di’Jinn saw where he went each morning, saw the horses and knew what they were.”

“Where Quaraun went?”

"Aye. Where Quaraun went. They sees him feeding the horses. Knew that we were herd of Phookas. They feared we would eat their precious prized Thullid infested Moon Elf and, so they gathered up every last pony they could capture, and made the lil Elf watch, while they burned them alive."

"Wait. You're telling me that they knew Quaraun loved the horses, so they made him watch while they killed the horses?"

"Aye."

"That's terrible!"

"It was. Poor Quaraun. He loved those horses so much and he was helpless to stop the Di’Jinn Wizards from killing them. Do ya know why he came back to the Moon Elf village? did he ever tell ya?”

"He said the Di'Jinn sent him home."

“There be no more Di’Jinn.”

“What do you mean?”

“They did’na send him home.”

“Then why’d he leave them?”

“He murdered them.”

“Quaraun wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t kill anything. He’s not like that.”

“He like that and more. Him not who ya t’ink him is.”

“Quaraun wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

“I does saw him do it. After the horses were dead. He just stood there. There was nothing on his face. No emotion. No pain. No anger. No sadness. Nothing. Just dead, empty look in his eyes as he stared at the smouldering ashes, watching the charred bones of the poor dead horses.”

“Dead horses? What dead horses?”

“The unicorns. The Di’Jinn killed the unicorns. Then he spoke: ‘You killed my horses,’ it was all he said. The Di’Jinn told him, they were not horses, they were monsters, disguised as horses, planning to kill him and eat him.”

“Were they?”

“We is monster. Aye. But we were no there to kill him. We came to worship him.”

“Worship him?”

“The Sacred Pink JellyFish. She lives in him. And we worship her.”

“You’re not gonna start in with that stupid jellyfish story again are you? There’s no jellyfish in his head, eating his brain. He’s just crazy.”

“The Di’Jinn told Quaraun, ‘We saved your life,’ and Quaraun said it again: ‘You killed my horses.’ There was no emotion in his voice at all. He was na angry, no sad, nothing. The Di’Jinn told him, ‘One day you will understand’, told him, ‘it time to go home now,” and he said ‘I have no home. The Moon Elves sent me away. They sent me to live with you and you killed my horses.’ That when I saw it.”

“Quaraun kill the Di’Jinn?”

“No. The Di’Jinn tremble in fear. That when I knew, him were no Elf.”

“What do you mean?”

“The Di’Jinn, they fear nothing. They is gods. But they fear him. Him is Elder God. More then that. Him is Elder Brain. Him control the central hive mind of all Thullids.”

“That’s even crazier then the jellyfish story.”

“It is the JellyFish. And I see with me own eyes. And then I does saw it and I did’na understand it, for Thullids are emotionless beings. They fear nothing. There is no power that can defeat them. But the squids turned and stared in stricken horror at the lil Thullid infested Moon Elf, and then they ran. ... the most feared Wizards of all time... the Di’Jinn... they ran... the Di’Jinn ran in terror, but they did’na get far, before they burst into flames, and in the blink of eye, every last Di’Jinn lay smouldering bone and ash, just as dead as horses. Quaraun killit dem dead. He killit dead every last one of them, and he did it without lifting finger. And then he walked home. He walked all the way from Persia to the sea, got on boat, sailed back to Quebec, and walked back here to the Deep North, and told the Moon Elves, the Di’Jinn sent him home. And I does followed him. And now here we are.”

BoomFuzzy left with several Goblins to find out how many of the 18-wheelers behind the shopping centre ruins was still salvageable.

GhoulSpawn appeared moments later, pushing a loaded shopping cart, his hooves clicking on the tile floor, his big ram horns glinting gold under his hood. His eyes flicked from Quaraun’s pink silks to the boxes.

“You found something?”

“Yes,” Quaraun said. “Wands. Base wands. Just waiting to be loaded with spells. Hundreds.”

GhoulSpawn blinked, studying the display. He stepped closer, lifted a pencil, and stared.

“These are not wands.”

“Yes they are.”

“Uhm...no... they aren’t.”

“They are carved,” Quaraun argued. “Lightweight. Balanced. Ideal for enchantment. Perfect length and thickness for holding in your hand.”

“They are pencils,” GhoulSpawn corrected.

Quaraun frowned.

“They are what?”

“Pencils. Coloured pencils for drawing and colouring. Graphite pencils for writing.”

“Pencils?”

“Yeah.”

“For writing?”

“For writing.”

“I have quills.”

“These are different.”

GhoulSpawn knelt, pulling a small metal cylinder from a nearby peg. Its label, half-decayed, read ‘Pencil Sharpener’. He inserted the pencil’s end, twisted.

Shavings curled away like fragrant ribbons, releasing a resin scent bright as cedar. The air tasted faintly woody, like smoke from green twigs. The sweet fragrance of sawdust and cedar filled the chill air.

The scent of resin rose bright and clean, like sap from a wounded tree long entombed in frost. The dull grey core emerged sharp and pointed. He handed it to Quaraun.

“See? The Humans used these to draw and write without ink.”

Quaraun examined the sharpened tip, eyes wide.

“Magic indeed. The point renews itself by shedding wood. Ingenious.”

He inhaled the clean scent rising from the curled shavings, resh pine and graphite, oddly soothing.

“Not magic,” GhoulSpawn said. “Just graphite. Like, soft stone. Pressure leaves a mark. Watch.”

He crouched, swept dust from a bit of wall tile, and drew a line.

Dark, clean, smooth.

Light. Feathery. Silver. Delicate.

Not heavy. Thick. Black. Like ink.

Quaraun gasped.

“It writes with stone?” The word left chalk on his lips as he spoke, a dry mineral taste that lingered. Graphite’s scent, clean stone and cold ash, hung between them. “Writes with stone.”

“In a sense.” GhoulSpawn’s voice softened. “Common tool in my time. Children used them at school. Useless for spells, but practical.”

“You know nothing of wands.”

“You know nothing of pencils.”

“These are perfect for spells.”

“That’s not what they’re made for.”

“I can enchant anything. From now on, these are wands.” Quaraun’s expression shifted between wonder and confusion. “So fragile, yet precise.” He touched the drawn line, smudged grey over his fingertips. The dust felt silky, near weightless. Mesmerising. “You are certain this is not made for magic?”

“Positive. Humans know nothing of magic.”

“Then the Humans were greater craftsmen than I thought.”

“Git ya arses moving ya fuckin’ eegits!” BoomFuzzy’s voice bellowed from the next ailse.

BoomFuzzy’s boots clanged on the tiles as he returned, dragging a chain of Goblins behind him. Cold metal chains biting his palms, Goblins tugging and yelping behind him, trailing the metallic scent of cold iron and Goblin sweat.

“Move ya wee bastards!” BoomFuzzy yelled at the line of chained up Goblins.

Quaraun was about to ask why BoomFuzzy had chained up the Goblins but did not get the chance.

“Found us trucks, we did!” The Faerie King said, as he tugged the chain full of squabbling Goblins. “Big metal beasts out back. Toobe’ll get ’em runnin’ soon as I shout.”

GhoulSpawn glanced up, wrinkling his nose at the acrid diesel scent drifting from the truck bay.

“We will need many. The hardware section alone—”

“Don’t care how many.” BoomFuzzy grinned. “We’re takin’ it all. I’m the King of this planet, that makes everything in it mine. Ain’t every day ya find a palace o’ treasures hid under ice.” He looked at the sharpened pencil still in GhoulSpawn’s hand. “An’ what’s that wee stabby stick ya got there? Looks sharp as me cookin’ knives. We turning them wands into stabby weapons now?”

GhoulSpawn sighed.

“Not a weapon.”

BoomFuzzy laughed.

“Good on ye, lad! Turned one o’ them wands inta a bleedin’ dagger, did ye? That’s clever thinkin’. Never can have too many pokey bits. Poke Human eyes out with those.”

BoomFuzzy laughed again.

“It does resemble a needle,” Quaraun said, still holding the sharpened pencil reverently. “Perhaps I can make magic knitting needles out of these. Knitting spells could be useful for making enchanted sweaters. Enchanted shawls.”

“Perfect for spell work then,” BoomFuzzy said, slapping him affectionately on the back. “Charge it up, JellyElf. We’ll stab some sense inta them Humans’, aye?”

GhoulSpawn exhaled through his nose.

“You two are hopeless.”

“Hopelessly in love, ya mean.”

Quaraun ignored him. He had already drawn a scrap of parchment from his sleeve and was scribbling with the pencil, entranced by the smooth glide of grey across paper.

“It obeys thought like ink,” he whispered. “I must learn its alchemy.”

BoomFuzzy winked at GhoulSpawn.

“See? He’s in love wi’ the thing already.”

GhoulSpawn straightened, looking around at the silent ruins, the empty aisles, the flickering lights, the restless shadows of Goblins filling ancient rattling shopping carts. The world outside was dead, yet here the Pink Necromancer and the Lich King marvelled over relics of schoolchildren.

He shook his head.

“Let him keep them. The world could use a little wonder again.”

Quaraun did not hear. He wasn’t listening. He was focused. He was already lining the pencils neatly in his pink beaded heart shaped bag of holding, whispering plans for every colour, fire, frost, healing, light, each one a wand in his mind.

He picked up another brilliantly coloured, bright orange and purple striped, pumpkin-headed pencil and rolled it between his fingers, eyes wide with feverish excitement.

“I understand now,” he said. “These are not only wands. They are living tools. Dual-natured. A fusion of writing and spell work. Brilliant. The Humans were sorcerers beyond comprehension.”

GhoulSpawn opened his mouth to correct him again, then hesitated.

Quaraun’s gold plated mechanical prosthetic hands moved with trembling precision, arranging pencils by hue and pattern, as though the order itself were a sacred rite.

“Listen, Unicorn,” Quaraun said, voice quickening. “I may fill the wands with spell energy first, yes, as I do my own rods, and when I sharpen them, I may draw the power through the tip into words. Words written in charged graphite. Every poem shall carry magic within its letters. Do you see?”

BoomFuzzy scratched his beard.

“Ya mean ya’ll write yer spells wi’ ’em?”

“Precisely! The graphite conducts energy. It channels thought. I can write my poems upon silk scrolls, and when the verse is read aloud, the magic shall awaken! And—” he held up a handful of colourful shavings GhoulSpawn had left on the floor, “—these may be burned for incense. Residue of the wand’s enchantment. I may craft entire ritual kits from them! Wand, ink, spell, scent, all from one artefact! So many uses! These are marvellous!”

BoomFuzzy laughed, shaking his head.

“Only ye, JellyBrains, could turn a stick o’ wood inta half a temple.”

But Quaraun was not listening. He was already scribbling on a scrap of parchment, testing how the graphite caught his thoughts, how it felt to see ideas ‘appear’ under his trembling hand. His eyes glowed faintly pink in the dim light.

“It obeys me,” he whispered. “It carries intention through touch alone. Glinta, you said it was for children, but it is ‘perfect.’”

He tucked the parchment carefully away, clutching the sharpened pencil as though it were holy.

“I shall write the world back to life.”

Outside, the trucks roared to life.

The UnSeelie Court loaded their newfound treasures, leaving the ghosts of a long-vanished civilisation behind.

And at the centre of it all, Quaraun clutched his pencils like holy relics, smiling faintly as graphite dust stained his hands the colour of forgotten magic.

Later that night, back at the campsite, the air thick with wood smoke, salt, and wet frost…

The 18-wheelers sat in a long dark row beyond the ring of tents, their hulks rising like sleeping beasts under the aurora-lit sky. Frost glittered across their windshields, breath-clouds of Faeries mingling with the rancid tang of burned oil and diesel exhaust.

The Faeries’ campfires hissed in the cold wind, throwing orange yellow light across snow and canvas. Goblins scurried between vehicles, unloading crates, singing in rough, cheerful tones as they stacked the plunder.

Inside the great pink silk bell tent, warmth pulsed from the oil stove.

BoomFuzzy’s cooking pots still steamed on a low flame, scenting the air with basil and roasted parsnips. A buttery sweetness that softened the sharp smell of cold metal that rolled off the freshly stolen convey of WalMart rigs. The sweet earthy flavour of clans and potatoes, still clinging to Quaraun’s mouth, clinging to his breath. Supper had ended, clam chowder thick with heavy cream, warm soft, fluffy dinner rolls dripping with golden yak butter. Salt and milk and yeast still heavy on his tongue, mingling with the buttery warmth that perfumed the cozy pink silk tent.

Now the night was soft with contented quiet. The sensual memory of food still lingering.

Quaraun sat cross-legged upon a fur rug, the pelts warm and soft beneath his fluffy pink tussar silks, a silver tray before him, his pink beaded heart shaped bag of holding opened wide.

The fur pelts were a grounding tactile comfort, one Quaraun put much effort into ensuring he has in every task. Their warmth seeped slow into his knees, dense as living flesh.

One by one, he withdrew his treasures, the pencils, each carefully polished, sorted by colour and adorned with their cheerful erasers. Rows of them gleamed like a jeweller’s display, each perfectly aligned. Each gave off a shy breath of varnish and wax.

GhoulSpawn leaned in the doorway, silent as usual, watching.

BoomFuzzy lounged on his stomach beside the stove, polishing his knives, humming a slow lilting tune under his breath.

Quaraun scribbled on a parchment covered with dense lists.

“Fire wands, frost wands, light wands,” he muttered. “Each with oils to match, sunflower for warmth, mint for frost, sage for purification.”

His gold mechanical fingers clicked as he wrote. He imagined each scent already blooming: mint sharp, sage dry, sunflower faintly oily. The list itself perfumed the air in his mind, bitter smoke and spice.

“Mmmmm.” The imagined flavours already cool and sharp in his mouth. “I shall need mugwort, clove, myrrh, and three jars of beeswax.”

BoomFuzzy snorted softly.

“Ye mean ta fill every one o’ them sticks, JellyBrains?”

“Yes,” Quaraun replied, distracted, voice steady. “All of them. Each to hold a different poem. Each poem to serve as a spell. I shall inscribe them with my own words. The graphite carries thought. The thought channels power. And I shall teach the children how to fill their own.”

GhoulSpawn crossed his arms.

“You still think they are wands.”

“They ARE wands,” Quaraun said simply. “Writing implements are tools of will. Every word changes the world. Therefore, these—” he gestured to his neat rows of coloured pencils “—are conduits. The Humans shaped their magic into simplicity. I envy their elegance.”

BoomFuzzy grinned.

“Aye, well, if they wrote like ye talk, no wonder their world ended.”

Quaraun ignored him. He was already tracing sigils in the air, mumbling measurements.

“I shall bind the wands with silk ribbons, dip them in rose oil; sweet as syrup on the tongue—”

The thought of rose oil’s perfume naturally invoked flavour imagery in his mind. The imagined oil slicked over his skin, phantom warmth.

“Ya still hungry, JellyElf?”

“I am.”

“I’ll ladle ya some more chowder then.”

“Okay.” Quaraun went back to his figures and note taking. “Then, when sharpened, their shavings will become incense to summon dreams.” He pictured the smoke: resinous, sugary, faintly metallic.

“Dreams?” BoomFuzzy asked.

“Yes.” His pale eyes glowed faintly. “When burnt, each will awaken memory. A poem reborn as scent.”

GhoulSpawn crouched beside him, studying the rows of pencils.

“You have enough here to rewrite the world,” he said quietly.

Quaraun looked up.

“Perhaps I shall.”

Outside, wind swept across the frozen plain, rattling the pink silk tent. The draft carried a bite of salt and snow through the seams.

Inside, Quaraun bent again to his parchment the faint taste of graphite and candle soot ghosting his mouth as he whispered each line. Wax smoke threaded with it, sweet and greasy. His face serene, lost to the rhythm of ink and graphite.

BoomFuzzy’s soft humming mingled with the scratch of writing.

GhoulSpawn tended the heater, eyes golden in the dim firelight.

The night deepened, peaceful, purposeful, air heavy with ink, graphite dust, and rose oil, the alchemy of creation. The scent of ink and candle soot clung to his fingers, sweetened faintly by the rose oil he’d handled earlier. The Necromancer surrounded by pencils gleaming like tiny, colourful relics, dreaming the old world back into life one careful spell at a time.

The End

This story was written as part of NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025

(The goal is 1,667 words a day or 50k words in 30 days)

Note: Many of these stories were published with much longer word counts then listed here. The word counts listed here are the 1st draft word counts which were counted towards National Novel Writing Month; however throughout December onwards, these stories were edited, rewritten, and expanded, resulting in the published stories having more words; for example, something listed here as having 1,234 words, might have 5,678 words when published.)

This set includes the following stories:

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 1:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 8,013
• Month Total: 8,013/50k

1. Magic Wands Discovery

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 2:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 3,589
• Month Total: 11,602/50k

1. Melting Candle Drips

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 3:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 9,514
• Month Total: 21,116/50k

1. The Vardo Defender
2. Warmaster of the Frost
3. I like coffee, I like tea, I like the boys, The boys like me.

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 4:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 2,300
• Month Total: 23,416/50k

1. The Night of the Ice Moths

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 5:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 7,760
• Month Total: 31,176/50k

1. Moonlit Jellyhair, Kits, and the Pink Silk Labyrinth of Vesonta
2. The Frosted Rose of MoonSnail Cove

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 6:   
• Day End Word Count Total: 2,328
• Month Total: 33,504/50k

1. The Pink Necromancer's Twilight Muck, Kits, and the Jellyhair Conspiracy
2. The Pink Necromancer’s Icy Feast

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 7:   
• Day End Word Count Total: 2,029
• Month Total: 35,533/50k

1. Tall Trees and Colourful Berries
2. The Screaming Unicorn’s Hearth

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 8:   
• Day End Word Count Total: 4,515
• Month Total: 40,048/50k

1. The Cliffs of Agony
2. The Frozen River and the Phantom Bandits

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 9:   
• Day End Word Count Total: 18,278
• Month Total: 58,326/50k - reached 50k on day 9!

1. The Bakery Heist of Awkward Horrors
2. Frosted Morning in the Pink Silk Tent
3. Pink Silk and Frosted Clam Chowda
4. The Moon
5. The Pink Tent of Questionable Pleasures
6. Ash and Silver Dust
7. The Laughing Serpent
8. Snowglow at MoonSnail Cove
9. The Curious Flicker
10. The Curious Case of the Whispering Ink
11. Curious Chaos in the Fractured Moon

NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 9: Pumpkin Patch Portal (a 14k word novelette)(on Amazon)

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 10:   
• Day End Word Count Total: 2,437
• Month Total: 60,763/50k 

1. Lightning, Fire, and Jellyfish Chaos
2. Sick Days & Airborne Chaos
3. Dungeon of Accidental Evil
4. The Swamp Turtle Ambush

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 11:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 10,516
• Month Total: 71,279/50k

1. Medic! …No, Not You.
2. Man-Eating Lichen
3. Frost-Covered Ravine
4. Icewind Waterfall
5. Terror Birds at Blackpine Hollow
6. Electric Goats on the Frozen Plateau
7. The Glimmering Swamp
8. Breakfast Nook in the Ruins
9. The Bantam Uprising of Deck Three
10. The Goat, The Plushie, And The JellyFrost Morning Raid

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 12:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 9,334
• Month Total: 80,613/50k 

1. BoomFuzzy’s teasing love.
2. Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall
3. The Cliffside Ambush
4. Ice Needle Grove
5. The Snow-Capped Ravine
6. Pink Blossoms and Furry Tails
7. Pepper Valley Tavern Pizza Night
8. The Yak That Declared Mutiny
9. Voices Beneath the Roots
10. Lights Over the Marsh

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 13:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 9,134
• Month Total: 89,747/50k 

1. Vegan Zombies
2. Storm Snuggler
3. A Dishy Vicar in the Deadwood Glade
4. Dishy Vicar & The Pink Caravan
5. Dishy Vicar & Pink Jelly Chaos

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 14:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 23,096
• Month Total: 112,843/50k - reached 100k on day 14!

1. Old Soul, Pink Soul: A Story of a Damsel In Distress
2. The Midnight Pâtisserie of Peril
3. The Bakery of Bewitched Baguettes
4. The Mac & Cheese Maelstrom
5. The Autumn Web of Misfortune
6. Ribbon Requisition
7. There are always too many
8. I am surrounded by fools
9. Strawberry Panic
10. Feast of Frustrations
11. Tomb Soil Vial
12. Chaos and Crusts
13. Storm of Anger and Strange Snacks
14. Quaraun’s Fiery Monologue on Broken Hands and Broken Plans
15. BoomFuzzy’s Unrelenting Lust and Sarcasm
16. GhoulSpawn’s Trembling Obedience and Practical Fear
17. The Midnight Feast of the Fallen Leaves
18. Natural 20, My Ass!
19. Critical Fail = Critical Penetration
20. GhoulSpawn’s Last Fucking Game
21. The Harvest of Oddities
22. Buttermilk & Rose
23. Whipped Cream & Vanilla
24. Eggnog & Clove

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 15: 
• Day End Word Count Total: 9,273
• Month Total: 122,116/50k

1. The Spider in the Silk Pantry
2. One spilled boba, lost forever to ice
3. Dust plotting murder.
4. The Gilded Snare of Stormlight
5. Obsidian Blade Precision
6. Apple Pies & Apologies
7. Nautical Dawn in the Dew

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 16:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 4,559
• Month Total: 126,675/50k

1. Chocolate Apocalypse Averted
2. The Devil’s Chowder Parade
3. Cream of Silent Moor
4. The Raptor King’s Feast
5. Soup of the Gods

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 17: 
• Day End Word Count Total: 16,365
• Month Total: 143,040/50k

1. Gathering Seaweed at Low Tide
2. Sweeping the Lighthouse Floors
3. Tending the Bio-Dome Moths
4. Low Tide, High Tempers
5. Crabs and Clumsiness
6. Mussels Among the Rocks
7. Morning Smoke over Noodle Beach
8. Frosted Windows and Clam Cakes
9. Tide-Fresh Breakfast
10. Morning Chowder and Sugar Tomatoes
11. Fried Spring Potatoes and Baked Salmon
12. Sheperardless Pie and Mushy Peas
13. Porridge, Mushy Peas, and Potato Biscuits

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 18:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 18,018
• Month Total: 161,058/50k - reached 150k on day 18!

1. The Day the Rocks Tried to Think
2. Thawing Tootsies and GhoulSpawn’s Blanket
3. Ice Pool Boops
4. Mother Mothra’s New Child
5. Biscuits and Gravy
6. Oat Porridge
7. Boiling Lobster Rolls
8. The Quicksand Miscalculation
9. Shards Beneath the Ice
10. Citrus-Baked Salmon and Spring Potatoes
11. Clam Chowder and Oat Bread Rolls
12. Fried Dough and Mushy Peas
13. Shelter from the Ice-Soaked Storm
14. The Low Tide That Hid Too Much
15. The Day the Tidepools Spoke Back
16. The Crabs Who Knew BoomFuzzy by Name
17. The Lantern That Would Not Go Out
18. The Storm Windows That Remembered Voices
19. The Kitchen Where Time Refused to Behave
20. The Cliff That Tried to Eat GhoulSpawn
21. The Fog That Spoke BoomFuzzy’s Name
22. The Overpass With the Frozen Semi-Truck
23. The Icy Off-Ramp Choked With Abandoned Cars
24. The Hall of Collapsed Statues

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 19:   
• Day End Word Count Total: 4,518
• Month Total: 165,576/50k

1. The Goat That Should Not Exist
2. The Ice That Blinked
3. Garden Visitor
4. I’ve only one espresso left in me.
   
5. Meltwater and Barefoot Regrets

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 20:  
•  Day End Word Count Total: 13,014
• Month Total: 178,590/50k

1. I Did Not Summon That
2. Down the Cliff of Doom, Gloom, and Frostbite
3. Across the Ice-Glazed Beach
4. It was a dark and stormy night… and Quaraun was pissed.
5. Tidewater Dreams
6. The Thoughtful Picnic
7. Cuddles on the Frozen Dock
8. A Frosted Whisper on the Cliff
9. MoonSnail Selection Game
10. Hoof-Assisted Decoration
11. MoonSnail Crown Ritual
12. Decorated Toes and Giggles
13. MoonSnail Crown
14. MoonSnail Treasures
15. Evening Tide Kisses
16. Glow in the Cove
17. Triple Tide Snuggle
18. Foot Rub Under the Moon
19. Warm Toes, Cold Tide
20. Pebble Massage

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 21:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 9,645
• Month Total: 188,235/50k

1. The Giant Pink Jelly Siege
2. Spaghetti Storm Scheme
3. Flaming Pizzas of the Pink Apocalypse
4. Necromancer Burrito
5. Pickle Whisperer
6. Sick Elf Burrito
7. I Am Not Dying, I Am Pregnant
8. Strange Pink Bio-Egg
9. Sneeze of Death

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 22:
• Day End Word Count Total: 3,101
• Month Total: 191,336/50k

1. Mermaid Hair & Other Terrible Ideas
2. Early Morning Spell Preparation
3. The Night of Kicked-Out Idiots

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 23:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 3,064
• Month Total: 194,400/50k

1. Fire Mites, Fumes, and Fuming Wizards
2. The River Shanty Soup House
3. Supply Run on Noodle Beach
4. The Quest for the Bizarre Ingredient

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 24:   
• Day End Word Count Total: 14,393
• Month Total: 208,793/50k - reached 200k on day 24!

1. Ghost-Lantern Pine Grove
2. The Wagon Under the Frostbranch Pines
3. Cliffside Morning Tide Breakfast
4. Noodle Beach Low Tide Foraging
5. Noodle Beach Campfire Breakfast
6. Lightning and Lobsters on a Storm-Tossed Beach
7. Zombie-Infested Highway Overpass
8. Rage, Chaos, and the Bandit Parade
9. Touched the Forbidden Crockpot
10. Tree Negotiations Failed
11. The Caravan’s Passage
12. BoomFuzzy’s World
13. GhoulSpawn's Burden
14. The UnSeelie Court's Strength
15. The Reluctant King
16. Wrath in the Frozen Pasture

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 25:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 6,907
• Month Total: 215,700/50k

1. The Paper-cut Palace of Breathing Shadows
2. The Lighthouse, Night Frost
3. Quaraun on the Frozen Beach
4. The Loom-Room Storm
5. Silk Workshop Fever
6. Chaos in the Tavern & GhoulSpawn’s Attempt at Order aka BoomFuzzy Discovers Table Top RPGs
7. Tidepool Whispers
8. Frost-Flaked Lighthouse
9. Snowfall and Tidal Light

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 26:   
• Day End Word Count Total: 5,367
• Month Total: 221,067/50k

1. An Ode to Bum Poetry, Again
2. They plundered, they burned, they claimed dominion over what could never belong to them.
3. The Rage of the Fogbeasts

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 27:  (Happy Thanksgiving!)
• Day End Word Count Total: 4,168
• Month Total: 225,235/50k

1. Fizzy Firecracker Fruit Punch
2. A Day of Delights in Pink
3. Clams, Chaos, and Pink Tentacles

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 28: 
• Day End Word Count Total: 7,137
• Month Total: 232,372/50k

1. Noodle Beach and The Eggplant Gambit
2. The Bewildering Bakery of Brambles
3. Of Silk, Sea, and Shenanigans

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 29:   
• Day End Word Count Total: 22,832
• Month Total: 255,204/50k

1. In the Pink Silk Tent, Quaraun Scribbled Truths While BoomFuzzy Watched
2. Quaraun Navigated the Loot Trees While BoomFuzzy Guarded the Cliffs
   
3. Pink Silk and Frostbite
4. Roses in the Frost: Breakfast at Noodle Beach
5. Moonlight on Pink Silk and Custard Chaos
6. Sequins, Silk, and Silvered Chaos
7. The Stag Prince of the Frozen Forest
8. The Day the Shadow Pumpkin Stole BoomFuzzy’s Pie
9. Shadow Harvest
10. Hellish Harvest
11. The Pink Necromancer’s Sandstorm of Lust, Lilac Chaos, and Goat-Math Equations
12. The Lilac Warlord’s Fudge-Fueled Fight with the Sea Slug Conspiracy
13. The Pumpkin Patch Lurking Beyond the Jailhouse Wall

• NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025 Day 30:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 16,344
• Month Total: 271,548/50k

1. Fudge Puppies, Frostbite, and the Fierce King of Chaos
2. Five Faces of Trouble & One Pink Necromancer
3. Setting Up the Food Truck at the Carnival
4. Carnival of Frost and Fury
5. The Fog at MoonSnail Cove
   
6. Snow Tasting Like Sugar Before Trouble Arrives
7. Quaraun’s Fog Journal
8. Pink Snow on Noodle Beach
9. Pink Snow, Purple Steam
10. Apple Glitters and Frostbite Kisses
11. Lip Gloss Freezing on the Cliffs
12. Frosted Ribbons and Gingerbread Chaos
13. Fudge Puppies and the Festival Goat
14. The Fabled Goat of Silent Moor

• Finished NaNoWriMo 2025 with 271,548 words. 

Everything on this list was written using: The Park Bench Method of Writing

Additional stuff written from November 2025:

National Novel Writing Month 2025 is here, it's my 21st year of doing the challenge.

Links for those wanting to follow along in November 2025 are here:

For those unaware: November is National Novel Writing Month, and traditionally, writers set aside the month to write 50k words in 30 days (which is 1,667 words a day for 30 days) towards a fiction novel draft.

While the month is "novel writing month" (the month to write a fiction novel) writers of non-fiction and fiction formats other then novels also join the fun.

There are many companies who hosts writing challenges and writing competitions, that you can join, or you can just do it on your own.

Every year since 2004 I personally set aside the month of November to write 200k words in 30 days instead of 50k (so 6,666 words a day instead of 1,667). I've reached that goal for 23 out of 25 years. 2025 is my 26th year doing it.

If you'd like to join one of the online groups, just do a Google/Bing/ChatGPT search for "novel writing month writing challenges" and you'll quickly find dozens going on. There's bound to be one that's right for you.

For 2025 I will be tracking my progress via ProWritingAid's NovNov (Novel November).

• Want to write like I do? You want this page: Writing Mindset Shift & Lester Dent vs Kishotenketsu w/Thoughts on Being one of Dr. Lindstrom's 200 PenPal Students (NaNoWriMo & NovNov 2025)

Looking for my annual NaNoWriMo Prompts and Dares?  I've been publishing these every year since 2004!  Here's, for my 26th year, a shit ton load of daily writing prompts and writing dares to use for National Novel Writing Month, 2025 edition! Heck, why have one list of writing prompts, when you can have two? Here's 100+ Cozy Fantasy Writing Prompts for NaNoWriMo & NovNov 2025 Writing Character Driven Flash Fiction for NaNoWriMo & NovNov 2025 -with 90 Cozy Fantasy Slice of Life Writing Prompts Finding Your Character’s Goal Through Mundane Moments (Character Creation & Development - NaNoWriMo & NovNov 2025) --with 500+ Writing Prompts! Looking For The Daily NovNov/NaNoWriMo 2025 Updates? They are now found on Patreon: Wendy Christine Allen | Patreon I am doing 30 stories in 30 days, this year, all 30 stories are being published at midnight/end of the day, with final word count updates, for the entire month of November 2025 (NOTE: Some posts on Patreon are free; others require a paid membership to access; others are pay per post to access) (Near) Daily Vlogs can be found on TikTok and YouTube: Wendy Christine Allen on TikTok Author & Artist Wendy C. Allen on YouTube  Looking For The (near) Daily Drabbles? They are now found on | Wendy Christine Allen on OnlyFans. (NOTE: a $4.99 per month paid subscription required to access stories on OnlyFans)

I also published two colouring books during NaNoWriMo/NovNov 2025:

Art from the Quaraun books (The Pink Necromancer Series & Twighlight Manor Series) is now available as a colouring book! November 8, 2025: Character art from the Quaraun books (The Pink Necromancer Series & Twighlight Manor Series) is now available as a colouring book!

Art from the Quaraun books (The Pink Necromancer Series & Twighlight Manor Series) is now available as a colouring book! November 22, 2025: Landscape art from the Quaraun books (The Pink Necromancer Series & Twighlight Manor Series) is now available as a colouring book!

And if you want even more to read, here's the links to stories from NaNoWriMo 2024:

This story was written as part of NaNoWriMo 2024

(The goal is 1,667 words a day or 50k words in 30 days)

This year I used the following Daily writing prompt List:

November 2024 — NaNoWriMo Edition — One Word Writing Prompt Challenge
A Month of Writing Prompts (Created for November 2024)

Note: Many of these stories were published with much longer word counts then listed here. The word counts listed here are the 1st draft word counts which were counted towards National Novel Writing Month; however throughout December onwards, these stories were edited, rewritten, and expanded, resulting in the published stories having more words; for example, something listed here as having 1,234 words, might have 5,678 words when published.)

This set includes the following stories:

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 1:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 1,319
• Month Total: 1,319/50k

1. Whispers in the Snowdrift -Word Count: 357
2. In the Depth of Winter's Grip -Word Count: 461
3. Drowned Dead Beneath The Ice  -Word Count: 501

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 2:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 1,845 
• Month Total: 3,164/50k

1. An Eclipse Looms Tonight  -Word Count: 316
2. Ritual of The Blood Moon  -Word Count: 1,215
3. An Eclipse in the Faerie Glen -Word Count: 314

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 3:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 2,445
• Month Total: 5,609/50k

1. Beneath Malevolent Stars -Word Count: 1,888
2. Incandescent Shadows Over Driftwood Bay -Word Count: 312
3. Under the Firelight's Malevolent Spell -Word Count: 245

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 4:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 8,637
• Month Total: 14,246/50k

1. In the Labyrinth of Gloaming -Word Count: 575
2. Labyrinth of the Endless Wraiths -Word Count: 2,179
3. The Gloaming Paths of Wraith and Shadow -Word Count: 553
4. A Path of Twisted Trees -Word count: 4,675
5. The Summoning at the Lighthouse -Word count: 655

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 5:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 2,975
• Month Total: 17,221/50k

1. Intrigue -Word Count: 783
2. A Pomegranate In The Frozen Wasteland -Word Count: 930
3. Forest Kings and Their Antler Crowns -Word Count: 1,222

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 6:   
• Day End Word Count Total: 1,605
• Month Total: 18,826/50k

1. Lanterns Over the Faerie Glen -Word Count: 1,605

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 7:   
• Day End Word Count Total: 7,474
• Month Total: 26,300/50k

1. Ancient Coin Hoard Unearthed -Word Count: 2,677
2. The Cellar's Forgotten Treasure -Word Count: 2,395
3. The Deadly Summoning of Eldritch Flame -Word Count: 2,402

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 8:   
• Day End Word Count Total: 5,432
• Month Total: 33,255/50k

1. Secret Meeting Hidden Behind Closed Doors -Word Count: 2,040
2. The Spectral Vessel Adrift -Word Count: 880
3. Shipyard at Dusk -Word Count: 1,256
4. Wandering Merchant: The Trader's Cryptic Goods (Part 2 of ShipYard At Dusk) -Word Count: 2,779

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 9:   
• Day End Word Count Total: 5,480
• Month Total: 38,735/50k

1. Shadows at Noodle Beach (Part 3 of ShipYard At Dusk) -Word Count: 1,365
2. Whispers on the Water -Word Count: 1,212
3. IkuTursu's Cursed Depths of the Swamp Where Pine Boughs Whisper -Word Count: 1,306
4. The Terror Bird -Word Count: 1,597

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 10:   
• Day End Word Count Total: 3,883
• Month Total: 42,618/50k - I'll reach 50k in about 3 days, so, well before 30 days - at this rate, if I continue this pace, I'll reach 120k in 30 days for NaNoWriMo this year.

1. The Lighthouse's Glass-Eyed Horror -Word Count: 1,400
2. The Pink Tent's Unseen Shadows -Word Count: 1,338
3. Graveyard of Broken Fables -Word Count: 1,145

Other stuff written this week, but it's non-fiction so I've not included word counts:

1. The 500 Story/Drabble Challenge Progress Update
2. I just slept through yet another day…
3. It is 14 years since my stroke
4. Answering your comments/questions about writing/publishing 10, 20, or more posts a day.

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 11:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 1,651
• Month Total: 44,269/50k

1. It's Just a Prank, Goat! -Word Count: 1,651

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 12:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 3,923
• Month Total: 48,192/50k - should hit 50k tomorrow!

1. I Need To Feel Safe -Word Count: 2,022
2. The Book of Tortured Souls -Word Count: 1,901

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 13:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 7,106
• Month Total: 55,298/50k 
• -50,000 of Day 13!!!

1. The Lotus' Silent Prayer on the Sandy Shoreline -Word Count: 2,484
2. The Lich's Kiss - A Flamboyant Nippers Fruit Salad Yaoi Story - aka An Epic Length Poem About Men With Bananas -Word Count: 4,622

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 14:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 5,033
• Month Total: 60,331/50k

1. The Raven in the Hidden Grove -Word Count: 1,310
2. The Raven's Tale -Word Count: 432
3. The Thread of Time -Word Count: 506
4. The Moon Elf's Lament -Word Count: 441
5. The Silence of the Unseen -Word Count: 440
6. Moon's fractured mirror,
   ghostly lobsters wail ashore,
   waves gnash bones of ice. -Word Count: 1,012
7. Velvet Shadows Crawl Beneath the Stars' Gentle Veil -Word Count: 892

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 15: 
• Day End Word Count Total: 3,508
• Month Total: 63,839/50k

1. Jasmine Whispers on Haunted Shores -Word Count: 925
2. Jasmine Weaves Between Ghostly Threads -Word Count: 885
3. Jasmine Shadows Beneath a Bronze Moon -Word Count: 1,698

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 16:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 5,560
• Month Total: 69,399/50k

1. Petrichor Whispers, Silence Whispers Back -Word Count: 1,093
2. Petrichor and Plum Tarts -Word Count: 1,008
3. Petrichor Beneath the Starry Night -Word Count: 1,082
4. Snowbound Silence -Word Count: 1,112
5. The Graveyard That Ate the Living -Word Count: 1,265

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 17: 
• Day End Word Count Total: 1,268
• Month Total: 70,667/50k

1. Wind and Hematite on the Cliff -Word Count: 518
2. You trust that nonsense over a map? -Word Count: 750

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 18:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 8,476
• Month Total: 79,143/50k 

1. Wrath of the Sacred Pink JellyFish -Word Count: 4,290
2. The Moon Elf's Shimmering Silk -Word Count: 2,212
3. Jibber Jabber Ramblings by the Fire -Word Count: 1,974

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 19:   
• Day End Word Count Total: 5,008
• Month Total: 84,151 /50k

1. The Liminal Mists of Eternal Sorrow -Word Count: 3,112
2. Sacred Crochet: The Sacred Threads of A Moon Elf's Midnight Rituals -Word Count: 1,896

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 20:  
•  Day End Word Count Total: 2,079
• Month Total: 86,230/50k

1. Maple Syrup -Word Count: 593
2. Chrysalis of the Enchanted Knotweed Grove -Word Count: 912
3. Chrysalis, A Poem -Word Count: 90
4. Lichen, a Poem -Word Count: 91
5. Drizzling Showers, A Poem -Word Count: 93
6. Spinach Quiche, a Poem -Word Count: 97
7. Rejuvenating, a Poem -Word Count: 100
8. Refreshed, a Poem -Word Count: 103

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 21:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 1,419
• Month Total: 87,649/50k

1. Wind Chimes Made of Wood, a Poem -Word Count: 189
2. Orchard Row, a Poem -Word Count: 99
3. Contentment, a Poem -Word Count: 100
4. Maple Sugar Candy, a Poem -Word Count: 98
5. Thistle, a Poem -Word Count: 98
6. Cold Grips Orchard Row, a Triple Drabble in 3 Perspectives -Word Count: 450
7. Conundrum in the Bazaar, a Triple Drabble in 3 Perspectives -Word Count: 385

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 22:
• Day End Word Count Total: 2,784
• Month Total: 90,433/50k

1. The Rain-Drenched Alley, a Triple Drabble in 3 Perspectives -Word Count: 875 (counting the author's context note as well as the story)
2. Candle, a Poem by Quaraun the Moon Elf -Word Count: 99 (uses yesterday's prompt)
3. Autumn Crisp, a Poem by Quaraun the Moon Elf -Word Count: 100 (uses yesterday's prompt)
4. Burnt Orange, a Poem by Quaraun the Moon Elf -Word Count: 100 (uses yesterday's prompt)
5. Linguine and Blueberries, a Story Poem -Word count: 1,610

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 23:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 2,563
• Month Total: 92,996/50k

1. Sunflower, a Poem by Quaraun the Moon Elf -Word Count: 337
2. Honey Fresh Dripping from the Honeycomb, a Poem by Quaraun the Moon Elf -Word Count: 350
3. Lupine flowers, by moonlight they bloom, purple and blue; a Poem by Quaraun the Moon Elf -Word Count: 572
4. The Moon's Silver Tears, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 203
5. The Cloaked Figure Across the Room, a Triple Drabble in 3 Perspectives -Word Count: 659
6. Love, a Trembling, Tender Thread, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 182
7. Deep Red Flows, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 187
8. Roses and Honey, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 173

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 24:   
• Day End Word Count Total: 3,845
• Month Total: 96,841/50k

1. Balmy Late Autumn Heat, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 389
2. Warm Sand, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 400
3. Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 177
4. Feeling: Soft Velvet, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 610
5. Snollygoster's Return: The UnDead Politician and His Red Hat Wearing Zombie Horde Shambled By -Word Count: 672
6. The Beauty of a Silk Moth Hatching, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 682 (this one used a prompt for a couple days ago)
7. Hand Dipping Pink Rose Scented Beeswax Candles, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 302
8. A Lobster Roll Made All Wrong, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 311
9. Evil Eggplants Stalking Outside, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 302

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 25:  
•  Day End Word Count Total: 1,676
• Month Total: 98,517/50k

1. Downpour, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 555 — wow — that was unplanned — for people who are paranoid about numbers, I bet that means something.
2. The Stains of Death Will Not Yield aka Laundry Day in The Lighthouse, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 519
3. The Book in the Brook and the Minnows Who Found It There, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 306
4. Mushrooms Bubbling in a Hearty Stew, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 296

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 26:   
• Day End Word Count Total: 2,203
• Month Total: 100,720/50k
• -reached 100k on Day 26!

1. Chaos in The Lighthouse - Shattered Panes, Shattered Minds, a Kishōtenketsu -Word Count: 2,203 (I wrote a part 2 and a part 3 to that story, but I've not yet started editing them, so I'll not count the word counts until the day they are published.)

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 27:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 6,300
• Month Total: 107,020/50k

1. Necromancer of the Parched Sands in the Desert of Diona, a Prosimetrum, featuring The City of Slushies and The Desert of Planet Diona -Word Count: 6,145
2. Flowers, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 155

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 28: 
• Day End Word Count Total: 3,059
• Month Total: 110,079/50k

1. Angry Ocean Waves at Sunset, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 301
2. Sunset: A Bleeding Wound Upon The Sea, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 183
3. Roses on the Beach, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 293
4. Sunrise Mocks the Aching Heart, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 350
5. Maybe the stars will sing once more, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 350
6. Yesterday, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 187
7. If, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 197
8. What is Love but Ceaseless Ache?, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 358
9. Hello, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 322
10. Kindly, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 334
11. Rose Quartz Gleams in Tender Delight, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 184

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 29:   
• Day End Word Count Total: 1,373
• Month Total: 111,452/50k

1. Perfumed Whispers, a Drabble Not Drabbleish MicroFiction -Word Count: 117
2. Threads of Magic, a Drabble Not Drabbleish MicroFiction -Word Count: 193
3. Graveyard Loom, a Drabble Not -Word Count: 242
4. Magic Apples, a Drabble Not -Word Count: 287
5. Clotheslines, Games, and the Village, a Drabble Not -Word Count: 534

• NaNoWriMo 2024 Day 30:  
• Day End Word Count Total: 697
• Month Total: 112,149/50k

1. BioDome Issues, a Drabble Not -Word Count: 149
2. Heartbeat Drum Rhythm, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 182
3. Questions, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 188
4. Secluded Garden: A Secret Kept, a Cherished Shell, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf -Word Count: 178

• Finished NaNoWriMo 2024 with 112,149 words. 

Everything on this lists was written using: The Park Bench Method of Writing

Quaraun and BoomFuzzy

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Not sure which story to start with?

These here are good places to start, to get a good introduction to the three main characters:

• Absinthe Slushies: An Ode to Frozen Green Fairy Wine

• Bone Dice

• BoomFuzzy's Chowder Dilemma

• The Cellar's Forgotten Treasure

• Chaos in The Lighthouse - Shattered Panes, Shattered Minds

• The Cliff-Side Temple

• Control or Protection?

• A Dark and Stormy Night

• Drying Herbs

• Excited For The New Baby

• Five Ways To Save Money in Las Vegas

• The Golden Dragon Keys

• Herons in the Dunes

• If your ass ain’t freezing or your brains ain’t scrambled, you’re ain’t really trying

• Kiss Me Fuckin' Arse - Just Another Day in the Ice-Laced Ruins of The GodForsaken City

• Lens and Light Maintenance

• Macaroni and Cheese: A Creamy Pasta Dish Drenched in Melted Cheese, Often Topped with Breadcrumbs- It's Never That Easy

• A Map Worth More Than Gold

• Necromancer of the Parched Sands in the Desert of Diona

• Necromancy-A Day in the Life of a Bumbling Necromancer-Again

• Nightmare Nook

• Paddlewheel Maintenance

• The Phooka's Dragon School

• The Red Hakama

• Springtime by the River

• Sticky Rice, Bare Fingers, and Slippery Chopsticks

• The Sweet and Sour of Lemons

• The Terror Bird

• 3 Perspectives on an Apple

• The Valuable Mystery of the Talking Saloon Door and How We Nearly Got Shot Over Stale Tacos

• Vendetta over Vittles

• A Very Important Clump of Grass

• Wagers and Wiles in the Godforsaken City

• The Washer Woman & The Fae

• Weather Forecasting Stones

• You Never Know What Info You Might Pick Up in the Afterlife aka Quaraun's Near Death Experience (A NDE Fiction)

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• 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

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Index of the Quaraun novels, novellas, & short story collections on Amazon

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

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