Counting Down to the 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978)
Happy 2026!
It is our 30th anniversary here at Space Dock 13!
On the web since 1996!
You have encountered an extremely old website that continues to exist in old web ways, the same way it has done for now three decades.
In spite of being now 30 years old this year, started in 1996, it is still heavily active and old pages updated daily, new pages added daily, still now in 2026. All hand written, all hand coded (no AI), all by me, same as it ever was.
We Still Exist: The Old Web Did Not Go Away, You Just Forgot How To Find Us
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40TH CENTURY DYSTOPIAN MAINE | COZY SWEET ROMANTASY | DARK FANTASY | ELVES & FAERIES & DEMONS & SHIFTERS | FURRY YAOI | GOTHIC LITERATURE | GYPSY MAIN CHARACTERS | INTERSEX CHARACTER | LGBTQAI+ FICTION | MARRIED GAY COUPLE | MINI STORY | Mpreg SERIES | POLY GAY ROMANCE | QUEER FICTION | SLICE OF LIFE | TRANSMAN CHARACTER | VIGNETTE | ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE |
🌸🦄🌸 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. 🌸🦄🌸
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- Official Home Page Of Wendy C Allen: Old Orchard Beach & Biddeford, Maine's Autistic Artist, Doll Designer, Art Car Builder, and Dark Fantasy MPreg Author
- A Short Fiction Story
- An Introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series: The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane
- The Quaraun Series Prologue
- Quaraun Pink Necromancer Info 2
- Index of Pink Necromancer Fiction on Space Dock 13 (EelKat.com)
- Mist and Shadows in The Swamp of Death 🌸{A Pink Necromancer Kishōtenketsu} 🦄🌸
Mist and Shadows in The Swamp of Death
🌸{A Pink Necromancer Kishōtenketsu} 🦄🌸
Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻
13 min read·Jul 15, 2024
The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction Story
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 wizards, with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but 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 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.
Today’s prompt is: Write a short story about a swamp shrouded in mist and shadow, where the moon’s glow illuminates the twisted forms of ancient creatures that lurk beneath the surface. The full moon plays a prominent role in the story.
Mist and Shadows in The Swamp of Death
🌸{A Pink Necromancer Kishōtenketsu} 🦄🌸
The swamp lay shrouded in thick mist, the air heavy with the scent of decay and ancient secrets. Gnarled trees twisted their way out of the murky waters, their roots forming grotesque shapes that seemed to reach out for any who dared to pass by. The full moon hung low in the sky, its pale light casting an eerie glow over the scene. The twisted forms of ancient creatures moved silently beneath the surface, their presence felt more than seen.
Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn navigated through the swamp, their breaths visible in the cold air.
Quaraun, draped in his resplendent pink silk robes, led the way, his cane tapping softly on the spongy ground.
BoomFuzzy, his blind eyes clouded, held tightly to Quaraun’s arm, while GhoulSpawn, towering and bulky, followed closely, his cloven hooves sinking into the wet earth.
The Lich King, BoomFuzzy, King Gwallmaiic, was weakened, as he often was. His Lichly powers waning as they often did.
“Why have you become so weak?” GhoulSpawn asked. “I thought Liches were all powerful.”
“Nay.” BoomFuzzy shook his head, his dreadlocks bouncing as he did. “I am immortal. Kill me and I come back. Over and over again. But I still get sick. Injured. Wounded. Just like I were alive. I die. And I come back. I do no get younger. I were an old man when I died. I come back an old man. I age. I grow old. And I die again. I die. Wait a day or two or three, and I alive again. That the reality of being a Lich. It ain’t like that tuttie-fruitie dumb ass fantasy you read in your novels.”
“There’s nothing wrong with Fantasy novel,” GhoulSpawn stated.
“I did not say there was!” BoomFuzzy retorted. “I just saying, ain’t none of them authors ever met a real Lich. They make us out to be all powerful mages who spent centuries turning ourselves into Liches with dark magic. And that ain’t how it works. Being a Lich is how the jackass powers that be, get their fucking jollies off punishing people who commit suicide, by forcing us to keep coming back alive and reliving the shitty lives we killed ourselves to get away from. I was sick when I died. I come back to life sick again. I killed myself to get rid of the fucking pain, and keep coming back to life, to live through the damned pain again!”
“I’m sorry.” GhoulSpawn didn’t know what else to say.
Quaraun patted GhoulSpawn on the shoulder.
“He’s not mad at you,” Quaraun said. “He had a belly wound. It got infected. He was dying. Suffering in agony. He lingered for weeks. There wasn’t a cure. I left him alone. I was coming back. I should have been gone only a few hours. Evil people, did evil things. I was trapped. For weeks. He was alone too long. He didn’t have anyone to take care of him. He didn’t want to suffer alone anymore. I resurrected him. I didn’t know what it would do to him. I was trying to help him.”
Quaraun stopped walking.
“You are weak?” he asked BoomFuzzy.
“Aye,” BoomFuzzy answered. “I near the end of the cycle again.”
“What cycle?” GhoulSpawn asked. “Quaraun, what’s he talking about? What’s going on?”
“The souls I collect,” Quaraun explained. “I put them in Unicorn. It keeps him young. Healthy. If I stop, he starts aging again. His health fails. It used to be he could go years between needing new souls. He needs more souls, more often now.”
“Is he gonna… die?”
“Yes. He always does. We try to be in a place… where we can be isolated for a few days. So no one buries him. Or worse. Burns him.”
“You… you have to watch him die?”
“Yes. I stay with him. Every time. He dies. And I keep his body safe, until he comes back.”
“How often does this happen?”
“A few times a year.”
“A few… every year?”
“Every year. For three hundred years. I didn’t used to be a necromancer. I became one after he died. I want to end this nightmare of undeath he lives through. There has to be a way to help him. To end his eternity of suffering. We have to find a safe place to set up camp soon. He’s vulnerable until it happens.”
As they ventured deeper into the swamp, the mist thickened, and the temperature dropped.
The full moon’s glow illuminated the twisted forms of ancient creatures lurking beneath the surface.
BoomFuzzy shuddered, trembling as he sensed the malevolent entities surrounding them.
A sudden movement in the water caught GhoulSpawn’s eye, and he gasped, his yellow eyes wide with terror.
“Quaraun… I … I… think we should leave this place. There’s something… something not… not right here,” he stuttered, his voice shaking.
Before Quaraun could respond, the water around BoomFuzzy rippled violently.
Under the eerie glow of a full moon, the ancient swamp stirred with a sinister life of its own. Thick, ghostly fog clung to the twisted trees and hung low over the murky waters, muffling the sounds of the night. From the depths of the mud, gnarled claws emerged, breaking the surface with a sickening squelch. These creatures, remnants of a forgotten age, dragged themselves upward, their bodies slick with muck and decay.
Spectral hands, cold and clammy, emerged from the depths, latching onto BoomFuzzy with a relentless grip. They pulled at him, their ghostly voices whispering.
“You do not belong among the living,” they said. “Come back to the land of the dead. You are not one of them.”
“The Swamp of Death,” Quaraun gasped. “How did we walk into it without seeing it?” Panic seized him. BoomFuzzy’s soul had been trapped here before. It had not been easy to break him free. They wanted him back. No soul escaped the Swamp of Death.
Their eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light, pierced through the fog as they surveyed their surroundings.
“You belong with us,” the lost souls cried, as they clutched BoomFuzzy’s ankles.
Each movement was deliberate, a slow and painful crawl as they pulled their grotesque forms free from the swamp’s grasp.
“Come!”
The air was thick with the stench of rot and the whispers of ancient curses, as if the very land mourned their return.
The swamp was alive with an unsettling croaks and whispers as the full moon cast its ghostly light over the landscape. The fog swirled thickly, obscuring the path ahead, when suddenly, a blood-curdling scream shattered the stillness.
GhoulSpawn, paralyzed with terror, could only watch as the scene unfolded.
These spectral beings, with their elongated limbs and twisted features, seemed to blend with the shadows, becoming one with the night. As they gathered at the water’s edge, the full moon cast an unholy light upon them, revealing the true horror of their existence.
They were the guardians of the swamp, bound to its dark heart, and on this night, they had risen once more to reclaim their domain.
BoomFuzzy’s face twisted in fear, his strength waning as the spirits tried to drag him into the swamp’s depths.
“Quaraun! Help me!” he cried, his voice filled with desperation.
From the murky depths, the ancient swamp creatures had emerged, their gnarled claws sinking into the flesh of the unfortunate traveller. His eyes wide with terror, he thrashed and screamed; the sound echoing through the night. The mud clung to him, pulling him down with a relentless grip, as if the swamp itself had come alive to claim him.
GhoulSpawn stood paralyzed, eyes locked on the horrific scene, unable to move or even cry out.
Quaraun sprang into action. His heart pounded in his chest as he lunged forward, the cane swinging wildly. The wood cracked against the creatures’ slick, decaying bodies with a sickening thud, but they did not relent.
“Hold on!” Quaraun shouted, his voice hoarse with desperation.
He grabbed BoomFuzzy’s arm, pulling with all his might, but the swamp creatures were stronger. The mud bubbled and gurgled, sucking BoomFuzzy deeper with each passing second. Quaraun’s cane struck again and again, the sound of wood against bone echoing through the fog.
Quaraun’s blue eyes blazed with fury as he took in the sight of his beloved husband being dragged away.
“How dare you try to take him from me!” he roared, his voice echoing through the swamp.
He raised his cane; the moonlight reflecting off the gold-plated prosthetic gloves that encased his hands.
BoomFuzzy’s screams grew more frantic, his eyes pleading for help as the mud rose to his chest, then his neck.
The old Moon Elf gritted his teeth, his muscles straining, but it was no use. The swamp creatures, with their glowing eyes and twisted forms, were relentless. With one final, heart-wrenching scream, the swamp creatures pulled BoomFuzzy under the mud, swallowing him whole.
“No!” Quaraun wailed.
The old Moon Elf fell to his knees, his cane slipping from his grasp as he stared at the spot where BoomFuzzy had disappeared. The swamp was silent once more, the fog closing in around them as if nothing had happened. The only sound was Quaraun’s ragged breathing and the distant croak of a frog, a haunting reminder of the night’s horrors.
With a swift, desperate motion, Quaraun unleashed his necromantic power, the air crackling with dark energy. The spirits recoiled, their ghostly forms trembling under the force of his wrath. Quaraun’s presence grew more terrifying, his power radiating through the misty air.
The old Moon Elf, his eyes now glowing with an unearthly light, stood tall amidst the swirling fog. With a swift motion, he unleashed his necromantic power; the air crackling with dark energy. The spirits of the swamp recoiled, their ghostly forms trembling under the force of his wrath. His presence grew more terrifying, his power radiating through the misty air like a dark beacon.
He raised his cane, now a conduit for his formidable magic, and chanted ancient incantations. The ground beneath him shuddered as dead logs and twisted roots stirred.
With a guttural roar, the necromancer summoned these remnants of the swamp, dead logs floating in the muck, transforming them into monstrous undead trees. Their branches twisted and gnarled, lashing out at the swamp creatures with a vengeance.
The swamp creatures, once bold in their pursuit, now cowered before Quaraun’s might. His voice, laced with dark magic, commanded them to release BoomFuzzy.
“You shall not take him. He is mine,” Quaraun declared, his tone brooking no argument.
The creatures, caught off guard, screeched in fury as the Necromancer’s undead trees struck them down, their limbs snapping like brittle bones.
The necromancer’s power surged, the air thick with the scent of decay and the sound of splintering wood. The trees moved with a life of their own, their roots tearing through the mud to ensnare the swamp creatures, holding them at bay.
Seizing the moment, Quaraun lunged forward, his cane now a weapon of dark magic. He grabbed BoomFuzzy’s arm, pulling with all his might. The mud resisted, but the necromancer’s determination was relentless.
GhoulSpawn, his initial terror now replaced by a surge of conviction, sprang into action. His heart pounded in his chest as he leaped forward, his hands reaching out to grasp the mud-covered Lich.
The Necromancer, still radiating dark energy, nodded in approval, his focus unwavering.
Together, they pulled with all their might; the living mud resisting their efforts. The swamp creatures, still held at bay by The Pink Necromancer’s undead trees, screeched in frustration.
The air thick with the sounds of battle — the crack of branches, the hiss of dark magic, and the desperate grunts of the two friends as they fought to save their companion.
With a final, desperate heave, they dragged BoomFuzzy free from the swamp’s grasp.
The spectral hands loosened their grip, retreating into the murky depths from whence they came.
With a final, mighty heave, they dragged BoomFuzzy free from the swamp’s grasp. He collapsed onto solid ground, gasping for breath, his body trembling with exhaustion and fear.
GhoulSpawn, still shaking, moved to help steady him.
BoomFuzzy collapsed into Quaraun’s arms, trembling and weak, but safe.
BoomFuzzy’s body covered in mud, his breathing shallow, but he was alive. The necromancer’s undead minions continued to battle the swamp creatures, their eerie forms illuminated by the ghostly moonlight. The old man, his power still crackling around him, stood protectively over BoomFuzzy, ready to face whatever horrors the swamp might unleash next.
The three friends, covered in mud and sweat, huddled together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The fog swirled around them, but for a moment, they felt a sense of safety. They clung to each other, their hearts pounding in unison, grateful to have escaped the swamp’s deadly clutches.
The necromancer’s power waned, the undead trees slowly returning to their lifeless state, but the immediate danger had passed.
The full moon’s light bathed the swamp in an otherworldly glow as Quaraun glared into the darkness, ensuring no creature dared challenge him again. The mist lifted, and the oppressive atmosphere eased, though the memory of the encounter lingered.
Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn resumed their journey, the swamp now silent and still.
The power of the Pink Necromancer had been revealed, and even the ancient creatures of the swamp knew better than to cross him. As they left the eerie swamp behind, the full moon continued to watch over them, a silent witness to their trials and triumphs.
Quaraun, his eyes still glowing faintly, placed a reassuring hand on each of his friends’ shoulders.
“We made it,” he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of relief and exhaustion.
The three of them hugged tightly, their bond strengthened by the harrowing ordeal they had just survived.
The swamp, now silent and still, seemed to acknowledge their victory, the fog parting slightly to reveal a path forward.
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Quaraun and BoomFuzzy
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.
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Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post
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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. 🌸🦄🌸
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Links To The Quaraun Stories Can Be Found Listed Here These Stories are cross published on: You can find even more about Quaraun novels, novellas, novelettes, short stories, poems and drabbles at these locations: | Amazon AC1 | Amazon AC2 | Blogger | DeviantArt | FB Profile | FB Page | FB Short Story Writers Group | FictionPress | Google Business | Google Developers | Gravatar | GumRoad | Instagram | Itch.io | LinkedIn | Medium | Myspace | NexusMods | Notd | OnlyFans | PayPal | Pinterest | Quora | Reddit 1 | Reddit 2 | Spoonflower | Steam | TikTok | Tumblr | Twitch | Twitter-X | Vocal | YouTube | Zazzle | Google+ |Copyright © [oldest articles written 1978],[website founded - 1996] – |
- Official Home Page Of Wendy C Allen: Old Orchard Beach & Biddeford, Maine's Autistic Artist, Doll Designer, Art Car Builder, and Dark Fantasy MPreg Author
- A Short Fiction Story
- An Introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series: The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane
- The Quaraun Series Prologue
- Quaraun Pink Necromancer Info 2
- Index of Pink Necromancer Fiction on Space Dock 13 (EelKat.com)
- Mist and Shadows in The Swamp of Death 🌸{A Pink Necromancer Kishōtenketsu} 🦄🌸
f you are here looking for aliens, ufos, demons, cryptids, haunted cars, curses, Etiole, the wild man of old orchard beach, the goldeneagle car, the white monkey, or any of that other weird bullshit, you want this video:
...and after that video, you want these ones:
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 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: |
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:
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My Elves Are JellyFish...and I asked Google AI and ChatGPT 5.6 what they thought of this.
As requested, my daily writing prompt series is now available print paperback editions on Amazon.
There are 20 volumes of this writing prompt series currently planned and in varying stages of finishing, hopefully all 20 will be published by the end of 2026. I likely will do a 2nd series of writing prompt books in 2027.
Coming soon (Nov/Dec 2026)... patterns for my slow stitched embroidery:
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The first of the Visual Novels/Video Games for The Adventures of Quaraun the Inane/The Pink Necromancer series is published and available on Itch.io, there are 3 more planned for release in 2026, 6 more planned for release in 2027, and the big 60-hour 80k word 150 page one (Quaraun Goes To the Fair) is planned for a 2028 release.
There is a Pink Necromancer card game and a Pink Necromancer board game, as well as a Pink Necromancer table top RPG supliment for Dungeons and Dragons, all in the works, and to be released over the next couple of years as well.
I shouldn't have to say this, but people keep contacting me, so apparently I do:
- No, I do not believe in aliens. Stop contacting me to ask for alien information. If you believe in aliens, I think you are insane, retarded, or both.
- No, my car is not haunted. I've debunked that rumour many times now. . Stop contacting me to ask for haunted car information. If you believe in haunted cars, I think you are insane, retarded, or both.
- No, I am not connected to Stephen King. I didn't even know who he was until you idiots started contacting me asking about him. I had to look him up on Google to find out what you were even talking about! If you have questions about Stephen King, go contact him and ask him. I'm not him. I don't know him. I know nothing about him. I've never read one of his books. I've never seen one of his movies. I can't figure out why you people are even coming to me to ask about him in the first place!
- If someone told you I believe in aliens, if someone told you my car was haunted, if someone told you I was connected to Stephen King, you NEED to contact the FBI agent in charge of my son's murder investigation and TELL HIM WHO it was who told ou, exactly WHAT it was they said, HOW they contacted you, WHERE they contacted you... because it is a KNOWN FACT that my son's murderer is the one who started all these slanderous alien, haunted car, Stephen King rumours, and the FBI is trying to catch her.
If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
Do you know who this woman is?
On August 8, 2013 she drove a backhoe over my house. On November 14, 2013 she arrived at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me with a golf club and murdered my son. One June 24, 2016, days after my first attempts to walk again, she attacked me with a shopping cart at Scarborough, Walmart, reinjuring the Nov 14, 2013 injury.
She crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, a woman with a golf club, severed my spine and bashed my baby's head in, I spent 9 years relearning to walk, and the FBI is 13 years into the murder investigation and not yet id-ed the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club.
Complete details of EVERYTHING she did is on this page here.
 The golf club woman who called herself Clair as she looked November 14, 2013. Her hair is a weird chin leangth pageboy (very Medival style cut) platinum blonde with wide brown/black dyed stripes in it (like a reverse of Lily Munster, but the stripes are several, almost like a zebra). I am 5'6" and she was a LOT taller then me, like closer to the height of a man; she had thin lips like a man, and large nose like a man... she COULD have been a man disguised as a woman, given the ease with which she severed my spine....she's is a LOT stronger then is typical for a woman). She was wearing a chambre blue denim "blazer jacket over shirt" and a button up mens shirt (possibly flannel) and blue jeans. The bulk of her yelling was focused on accusing me of being transgender, even while ripping my baby out of my 8 month pregnant belly and bashing his head in with a golf club. |
 The Claire woman as she looked during her shoping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart June 2016, the attack with left me paralyzed and in a wheelchair. Her hair was dyed dark red, and she drove away in a gold Volvo 240 Station Wagon of a late 1980s/early1990s model, with a "458" on the lisnce plate.... If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. |
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If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
Good god! We just found out about yet another slanderous rumour this woman has been spreading? When does it end? How many more of these things are out there?
Video explains what else she's done ...
If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
 If you encounter anyone claiming my car is haunted, demon possessed, or somehow connected to Stephen King please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
If you encounter anyone claiming I believe in aliens or was an alien abducttee, please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. |
If you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.  If you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. |
I am sick and tired of people not giving a shit that my son was murdered!
I am sick and tired of jackasses making up rumours and lies about me and my car, calling me an alien abductee and my car haunted, just to try to cover up my son's murder!
Books By Wendy Christine Allen
Currently Available on Amazon Kindle:
Index of the Quaraun novels, novellas, & short story collections on Amazon
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And GumRoad:
Index of the Quaraun short stories on GumRoad
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On Medium:
An Index of the more than TWO THOUSAND Quaraun Short Stories on Medium
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On Vocal:
Index of the Quaraun short stories on Vocal
On Notd:
Index of the Quaraun Short Stories on Notd
On OnlyFans:
Index of the Quaraun Short Stories on OnlyFans
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Pink Necromancer Merch: On CafePress:
An Index of the Quaraun Merch on CafePress
Pink Necromancer Merch: On Zazzle:
Index of the Quaraun Merch on Zazzle
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This page was written by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
All Rights Reserved.
🌸🦄🌸 This work of fiction is a part of a long-running series of novels, novellas, short stories, and poetry, that I have been writing & publishing since 1978 (50th anniversary coming in 2028!) spanning over 3k published works. 🌸🦄🌸
The series is a blend of the following genres, themes, and topics:
40th Century Dystopian Maine | Absurdist | Adult tone, gritty, harsh, visceral | Alienated Loners Who Lived on the Edge of Society | Alternate History | Autistic protagonist | BioDome & Eco-Fiction | BioPunk | Bizzarro | Camping, Glamping & Outdoor Adventure Fiction | Carny Gypsy Caravan & Vardo Life Tales | Character-driven worldbuilding | Character Study | Cosmic Horror | Cozy Fantasy | Cozy Romantasy | Culinary Fiction | CyberPunk | Dark Fantasy | Demons | Dialogue Vignette | DinoPunk | Domestic Fiction | Dying Earth | Dystopian | Elf Wizard | ElfPunk | Elves | EMO Goth EdgeLord | Environmental Catastrophe | EOTWAWKI | Experimental Abstract Literary Slice of Life | Evil Elves | Evil Unicorns | Evil Wizards | Exotic Alien Planets | Faerie King | Faeries | Family Saga | Fear of the Unknown Dystopian Literature | Fictional Portrayal of Psychopaths | Flying Carpets | Food Truck & Mobile Gastronomy Drama | Found Family | FrostPunk | Furry Yaoi | Futuristic False Utopia Dystopic Societies | Gay Male Pulp Fiction Dialogue Vignette | Gay Romance | Genderfluid characters in fiction | Gothic Literature | Grotesque Domestic Fiction | Grotesque Families & Relationships | Gypsy Main Characters | Hyper violent, hyper dysfunctional power trio | Human Experimentation (Mad Scientist Horror) | Intersex Main Character | Isekai | Lgbtqai+ Speculative Drama | Life In Maine | Lighthouse Keeper Tales | Magical Realism | Married Gay Couple | MPreg | MPreg Family Life | Mini Story | MM Romance | MMM Romance | New Weird | Neurodivergent main character | Occult Horror | Off-Grid Homestead Prepper Survival Fiction | Omegaverse | Paranoid Fiction | Parallel Universe | Poly Gay Romance | Portal Fantasy | Post-apocalyptic Survival Punk | Post-comet Earth | Post-Post-Zombie Apocalypse | Queer Fiction | Radical Reformation Fiction | RayPunk/Raygun Gothic | A raw, broken world full of predators, trauma, and psychological warfare. | Retro-Futuristic Fantasy | Road Trip Travel Narrative | Satyr | Shifters | Slice Of Life | Slipstream | Soap Opera | Space Fantasy | Space Opera | Space Travel | Speculative Science Fiction | SteamPunk | SuperVillain PoV | Survivalism | Sword & Planet | Sword & Sandal | Sword & Sorcery | Techno Mages | Technological Overreach | Third-person limited | Time Travel | Transhumanist Literature | Transman Main Character | A trio fractured god-tier war criminals who bicker like divorced mafia families while ruling a dead world with iron magic and necromancy. | UnSeelie Court | Urban Fantasy | Villain Main Characters | Vignette | Wasteland Survival | Weird Fiction | Weird West | Why Choose - Poly Romance | Zombie Apocalypse | And probably more.
I don't exactly stick to one genre and I'm constantly experimenting with new genres and new writing styles. If you don't know the meanings of any of those genres, Google can help you, I should probably make a page defining each, I might do that in the future. 🦄🌸 - -not all genres appear in every story. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆.
🌸🦄🌸LITERARY FICTION WARNING: This entire series is Character Driven Slice of Life Vignette Literary Fiction, regardless of what genre each individual story within it may be; meaning there's a lot of dialogue, a lot of talking, a lot of thinking, a lot of monologue, a lot of characters having existential crisis, and a lot of emotional introspective, but not much action or plot going on in this heavily character driven series, that focuses largely on three non-Human bumbling wizard super villains and their often ridiculous attempts to take over Humanity.
Each story is a narrow focused look at a single event (often a single day or usually just a single sliver of a single hour) in Quaraun's life.
This content warning has been added because for some reason, more than 1,000 readers have contacted me to suggest I add it because they said they would have bought nothing in the series had they known ahead of time this was LITERARY Fantasy and not generic Fantasy.
*shrug*
I don't see the need for this content warning, but, whatever. Here it is.
Character driven fiction is highly uncommon in the fiction world, readers who are used to reading fast paced, plot driven stories WILL find their panties in a twist, if they never encountered slow moving, plotless fiction before.
This is Character driven Slice of Life fiction and does not follow the Western publishing norms of either plots or 3 act structures (beginning/middle/end).
I use the Japanese 4 act structure (aka kishōtenketsu - Introduction/Development/Twist/Conclusion), which does not start at the beginning and is left open ended without clear resolutions.
It's kind of a sometimes Cozy, sometimes semi-Erotic, sometimes borderline spatter punk gorn, usually deranged bickering lover's spat Fae-punk horror series about Quaraun, a fragile, volatile autistic necromancer, and his hypersexual undead pastry chef lover surviving a frozen post-apocalypse. An autistic necromancer battles inner chaos, eldritch threats, and love in this tender, darkly whimsical cozy fantasy on an ice age planet. A genderfluid Moon Elf necromancer and his undead Fae lover navigate grief, magic, and quiet apocalypse in a queer gothic fantasy world ruled by Fae. It's weird. Venomous jellyfish hair. Gingerbread swords. Sweet cuddles jutixpointed against fire, blood, magic, and venom. Undead lobsters. Undead moose. Psychotic evil Elves. Welcome to the gentle madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. A soft-spoken necromancer drifts through frozen forests, haunted kitchens, and forgotten spells in a quiet saga of grief, love, and magic. After the fall of the Human world, a fragile Elven mage clings to love and ritual in a world of snow, silence, undead moose, and pink silk curses. Fae-punk, cozy horror, autistic protagonist, queer necromancer, UnSeelie Court—Quaraun's magical survival story unfolds in icy solitude. Fucked-up sensuality with claws, in a world where roses bite and dust bunnies kill, Quaraun—the broken Elfin necromancer—shelters with his ghostly Fae lover and sentient kitchen. But raw, damaged, obsessed, unstable beings in a hostile world where civilization has been erased, not rebuilding. BoomFuzzy who kills over a miscooked mushroom and Quaraun who rants for 2 pages about the word 'insane' and why he isn't. All are domestic, darkly romantic, usually set in the lighthouse or food truck, from Quaraun’s POV. Quaraun is neurotic, obsessive, and overwhelmed. BoomFuzzy is lewd, sharp, dangerously charming 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆ . 🌸🦄🌸
This page, including all art, photos, and text was written & created by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine. All Rights Reserved.