This week we should be celebrating the 9th birthday of my son.
Instead we are celebrating the 9th anniversary since his murder.
If you have any information, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
November 14, 2013 10PM @ Southern Maine Community College Art Studio Bug-Light Parking Lot: 3 strangers armed with golf clubs, attacked me from behind while I was loading bags into the backseat of my car. They were a blond woman 60s-ish whom the others called "Claire", a natural red-haired woman also 60sish who called herself "Kendra", and a bald man, football player-body-type-build in his 30sish. I was 8 months pregnant. They murdered my baby, ruptured 3 discs in my spine, shattered 3 vertebra, broke my pelvis, hips, and knees. I was paralyzed for 5 months and was 18 months relearning to walk. The nerve damage has left me with limited use of my hands, legs, bladder, and intestines.
On top of that, they have also taken to harassing the baby's father, a disfigured, homeless, WW2 veteran, whom they call "Etoile". They spread hateful rumours about him claiming he is a cryptid, a demon, or most often what they term "an amphibious alien". He lives in pine branch lean-toos he builds in Old Orchard Beach and Ocean Park, and they have been hunting the locations of them, tearing them down, and smashing up his belongings.
April 10, 2015 1PM at 146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach Maine a gang of estimated 74 people, some of them wearing ku klux klan robes, invaded my farm, used a Blow Brothers sewage truck to pump 500+gallons of sewage into my motorhome flooding it to over the kitchen counters deep, ripped out all the cabinets and built in furniture, while 14 men armed with guns, held my family down on the ice and snow, with guns to our heads, and used cinder block bricks and a metal pole with metal wire loops to beat and behead 10 of my 12 foster children (the youngest age 4, the oldest age 16). May 15, 2015 they returned and nailed their heads to my front door. The 3 people of the November 14, 2013 attack were among the group.
September 12, 2015, 9AM a dozen+ of these same people arrived again in my driveway at 146, this time chanting: "Too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach. Kill of be killed. Remember Saco Shaw's, Transgender Murder Store, kill the transvestites before they kill us all", one white haired man in a dark green pick up truck was leading the herd, while waving a rifle over his head and shooting at me and my pink motorhome, he shot several holes through my neighbour's shed. The crowd was accusing me of being a male-to-female "transgender terrorist" (they thought I was Muslim because I wear Catholic veiling).
June 26, 2016, the same 2 women of the first 2 attacks, arrived at my Scarborough WalMart workplace, and in a near repeat of the first attack, again while I was leaned over the back seat of my car putting bags in, this time they attacked with a chopping cart, re-injuring my spine, hip, and pelvis that was not yet fully healed from the first attack. The blond "Claire" woman was screaming "That's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband!" while the redhead screamed "I'm Kendra Silvermander it's my turn the shine!" They sped away in a early2000s-vintage gold Volvo SUV station wagon. This attack left me permanently crippled, and bedridden from 2016 until May 2022.
November 21, 2021: They shot "Etiole" in Biddeford, while he was staying at the tent-shanty-village with about 50 other homeless people along the Saco River in Biddeford. They made the claim he was a "suicide demon" citing that he was driving locals to suicide by putting "evil eye curses" on them.
These people murdered my baby, attempted to murder the baby's father, drove a backhoe over our house, and left me crippled for the rest of my life in their attempt to murder me.
I do not know who these people are. I never saw them before these attacks, and I've not seen them outside of these attacks. The police and FBI believe I was not the intended target, and that they were likely after my mother because of posts she makes on FaceBook and got us mixed up. The Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police and the FBI are seeking information leading to their identity and arrest.
These people who show up to vandalize, while they scream about aliens and demons and Etiole, prove how retarded they are by their own words.
Why?
Because only a retarded person believes in aliens.
Because only a retarded person believes in ufos.
Because only a retarded person believes in demons.
Because only a retarded person believes in ghosts.
Because only a retarded person believes in haunted cars.
Because only a retarded person believes in demon possessed cars.
Because only a retarded person believes in alien abduction.
The inbred insect locals of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine are too damned retarded to know how much of a fool they make themselves look when they run around calling my cars demon possessed, calling my husband an alien, and calling me an alien abductee.
More Info @ eelkat.com
Long detailed info on the over 200 attacks they have done between June 2001 and May 2022, including photos of them driving a backhoe over our house on August 8, 2013 and the details of the malicious "amphibious alien" rumour they have been spreading about a local homeless disabled veteran @
https://www.eelkat.com/AmphibiousAliens.html
Images:
July 4th 2013: my car in front of my house.
August 8, 2013: me getting home from work to find a backhoe sitting on top of my house.
The FBI already found the people with the backhoe incident, and learned that the backhoe driver was paid $600 and given a fake demolition paper, the paper stating one of my relatives (the one who paid him the $600) owned my land. The backhoe driver was unaware that the man he was dealing with was not the owner. I have lived at 146 Portland Ave since 1975 and have owned the land since 1983, it has never been owned by anyone else, even though we have now learned that both my mother and my father and 3 of my uncles had been actively going around Old Orchard Beach claiming they owned my land.
This happened 3 months before my son was murdered and the police and FBI believe my son was murdered BECAUSE of this picture being posted on FaceBook, and my mother making inciting/inflammatory posts about it on HER FaceBook, where she falsely accused me of being a witch. The FBI and OOB police believe the golf club wielding woman of November 14, 2013, is somehow connected to the backhoe driving over my house incident.
Since the murder, 3 other different backhoes have invading my land to dig up my yard, looking for the grave of my son. There is a family cemetery on my land, the stones dating mostly in the 1500s and 1600s, with a few from the past hundred years, the most recent being my son in 2013. 146 Portland Ave has belonged to my family since 1530, and I inherited it in 1983 from my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen. The most recent backhoe attack happened September 19, 2020, when they illegally cut down several trees in my yard, and started construction of a road through my yard between my pink 1975 Dodge Sportsman motorhome and BackElder Brooke, again the backhoe digging up and destroying large portions of my farm, in their search for my murdered son's grave. They dug up 16 of the graves in this attack.
We have had to remove the grave markers from the family grave in order to stop these vandals and their illegally trespassing construction equipment from destroying the graves.
The FBI believes these construction crews are being hired by the golf club wielding women, and believe she is trying to destroy the grave of my son, due to a fear of his golf club smashed skull being used as court evidence against her.
The most recent attacks by these people occurred November 21, 2021 and March 27, 2022 when they attacked my painted Volvo while it was parked at my dad's apartment in Biddeford, both times the vandals also cut all the wires to electricity, internet, and cable off the apartment building, effecting all 9 families living there.
The Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police Departments as well as the Portland FBI are seeking any information regarding any and all of these attacks on my family, my home, my land, or my cars.
If you have any information, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
And no... to those who asked... the FBI is not looking for info on the 4-door white truck driver... the FBI has ALREADY ARRESTED the driver and owner of the 4-door white truck - 2 different people. The 4-door white truck was owned by Old Orchard Beach Town Hall clerk and Old Orchard Beach Police Department Dispather Kathy Smith, Relief Society President of the Saco Ward of the Agusta Stake Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Her son was the driver. They were both arrested and sentenced in 2017, and were also both excommunicated from the Mormon church as a result of their MANY hate crimes, which included but were not limited to the 4 door white truck attacks of 2013 to 2016.
Yes. A LOT of arrests have already been made. Do keep in mind the April 10, 2015 attack involved 74 people who were wearing Ku Klux Klan style white robes and pillow cases over their heads (which is how you can tell they were not real, actual Ku Klux Klan members as the REAL Ku Klux Klan wear miters on their heads, NOT pillow cases). There are in total MORE THEN 74 people actively being hunted down by twenty-one different Maine police departments, the Maine state police, the Florida State police, the Connecticut State police, and the FBI.
Since the backhoe attack of August 8, 2013, there have been a whooping 24 arrests JUST IN TWO CHURCHES:
The Saco Ward of the Augusta Stake of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints
and
The Sanford Ward of the Exeter Stake of the Church of Jesus Christ of Later Day Saints.
There have been additional arrests at the following three churches which all have the same owner:
Grace Point in Biddeford
New Life (aka That Church in front of WalMart) in Biddeford
and
Curtis Lake Church in Sanford
Due to the alarmingly high rate of arrests and prison sentences made at these 5 churches, the police and FBI have focused the bulk of their investigation on all members of these five congregations, with the bulk of the investigation being on the two Mormon churches and all friends, family, and relatives of the members of those five churches, as it is believed that ALL people involved in the murder and 20+ years of harassment of my family, are all members of these 5 churches and or friends, family, and relatives of these five churches.
To date, 64 of the 74 suspected white hood wearers of April 10, 2015, have commit suidice, four of which when killing themselves, also killed 5 or more members of their families with them at the same time. One of them was Old Orchard Beach Police officer Bruce Savoy, who killed his entire family and then himself.
The police and FBI believe there is a suicide pact between the 74 attackers who arrived April 10, 2015 on my farm at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine... as 64 of them have now commit suicide, between 2015 and 2023.
Additionally, Agent Andy Drewer was NOT the original FBI agent heading the case. Laura was. FBI agent Laura was murdered February 6, 2021, during her attempt to arrest a murder suspect who was in Florida at the time he murdered her. So in addition to murdering my son, these people have now also murdered an FBI agent.
People around local, seem to forget that what happened April 10, 2015, was not some local hick beating up one person... this was a large PREMEDITATIED ORGANIZED EVENT which drew in a CROWD of WELL OVER ONE HUNDRED PEOPLE to activly participate in beating to deth and beheading ten children, the oldest being aged 16 and the youngest being aged just 4 years old.
What the people of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine did was monstrous on levels of extreemes.
And then when the FBI agents tried to arrest these people, they ganged up again on February 6, 2021 and murdered, not one, but THREE FBI agents.
This is an organized terrorist group that is activly killing people here in Maine.... and this Claire woman that murdered my baby, the one the FBI believes is the ring leader who has been organizing these events.... and when I say events... I was NOT the first family attacked.
According to the FBI, the April 10, 2015 attack was the ELEVENTH such attack to happen on Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine since June 2001.
And since the April 10, 2015 attack on my family, this VERY LARGE hate group has repeated this even seven more times, to seven more families all on just one street, all on Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine... in total, this extremist fanatical Christian hate group has murdered more then 120 CHILDREN, just on our one street alone.
And in every case, the grand of white hood wearers was chanting the same mantra: "Too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach, kill or be killed, remember Saco Shaws".
This terrorist group is murdering anyone on Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, whom they believe of being gay or transgender, whether or not they are gay or transgender.
These people are beyond evil. And this Claire woman is their leader, and she's the one the FBI wants.
If you have any information, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
I have a weird text message… from the woman, a relative who looks enough like me to pass for my twin…from the women, who keeps pretending to be me, the one who lat Aprile pretended to be me and tried to sell my land, the one who in 2007 pretended to be me and hired a guy with a backhoe to dig holes in my land under the guise of putting in a septic system that I never ordered… the woman who in 2013 hired the same back hoe to drive over my house…
the woman the FBI suspects of being the one who hired the golf club woman also in 2013 to cripple me nd murder my baby… the same woman who was in my yard April 10, 2015 again pretending to be me when she locked her cats in my motorhome, the same woman who took out 27 credit cards in my name and ran them each up to $20k max, me, who’s never had a credit card in my life because I can’t count or do math so also can’t do money or numbers, …. The same woman who creates several online accounts pretending to be me on those… that woman… just sent me a text message, wants me to go with her to Bug Light lighthouse tomorrow…
Uhm… Bug Light lighthouse art studio is where I was November 14, 2013, when the Claire and Kendra women broke my spine with a gold club… so, why does this woman who has a 50 year history of impersonating me… the woman who convinced half of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford that she owned my land, and has half the locals convinced that SHE and not ME, is me… she, suddenly wants me to met with her at the exact location where the blond Claire and red haired Kendra women - whom the FBI are still trying to find out the identity of - crippled me 9 years ago… and she won’t tell me why.
Well, at the moment I am recovering from, a broken pelvis, so, I can’t get out of bed, I haven’t been able to get out of bed since December, it’s not February. So, even if I would meet up with her, which I wouldn’t, right now, I can’t anyways.
She’s an Atwater… yes, the sister of Bruce Atwater… you remember him, he’s the one who was a member of Heaven’s Gate, and is so obsessed with aliens, that he and her, she helped him by pretending to be me, yet again… went around with the whole “amphibious aliens” rumors, making the claim I was abducted by aliens, calling my husband Ben Wildes, an aliens, dubbing him Etiole… he is by the way, the guy you see walking my dog with me in Biddeford… so, yeah you locals have met and talked to “Etiole” quite frequently, he attends the Saco Ward Church or Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, and spent 48 years as the High Preist Quarum Leader of the Sandford Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of atter Day saists, he left the Mormon church in May 2015, after our children were murdered… thhey were kidnapped April 10, 2015, the same day the impersonator bitch locked her ten cats in my motorhome and tried to pretend they were mine, called the police, the police, Will Watson specifically, took her cats, and did not arrest me, because, they weren’t my cats… then she spent the past 9 years running around saying they were my cats and because it happened the same day, she also tries to convince people that mychildren never existed and that her cats are my children… what the fuck? She’s a raving lunatic.
She’s the one who who runs around screaming “Mark and Dan this and Mark and Dan that” and I don’t know who the fuck her Mark or her Dan are, however, the psychotic gun totoing white haired man with a green pickup truck, regularly arrives in my driveway to yell at me a, claiming he’s Mark, while saying I’m deframing him, and I don’t know who the hell he is… but apparently, he’s the Mark she keeps talking about, and she’s fighting with him while claiming to be me, so now, he’s mad at me because of something she said, but I don’t even know who the hell he is or what he’s talking about.
This is the same woman who ran around cutting the internet and electric wires off my Biddeford apartment building in 2021, while screaming about Tod Murphy, and I still don’t know who Todd Muruphrey is yet… except she and her friends claim he was hit by an Amtrak train Nov 21, 2021 at 10PM, and you can check the police records, no one was hit by a train that day… However, as you all saw on my dog walking livestream on Nov 19, 2021 at 6:27pm, 4 women on bikes chased a homeless man on the the freight train tracks a quarter mile away from the Amtrak train tracks… I have it on video and I’m the one who called the police. Apparently, that’s the train accident she was talking about, be she had all the dates and times and names wrong, AND, for a full 8 months after that, I had to deal with her Atwater hoodlums and their friend vandalizing my car… they did more then $10k in damages, which yes, that why I don’t have my car again, in case you hadn’t noticed a 40 year old antique car is rather difficult to find parts for.
This woman… the one who does all of these things… oh yeah, by the way, you remember the woman who cut my 1964 Dodge 330 in half on May 9, 2010… yeah… same damn woman… and the same woman who took a fucking sledge hammer to my 1974 AMC Gremlin… that woman, the same one woman who has done ALL of these things… just sent me a text, wanting me to meet her at Bug Light lighthouse, where her Claire and Kendra buddies crippled me and murdered my baby 9 years ago.
No!
Fucking no!
Why can’t this bitch leave me and my family alone!
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HER!!!
Bug Light? Really? The location where my baby was murdered and I was left crippled for the rest of my life?
Really. She wants me to meet her at Bug Light Lighthouse.
Why?
I don't know.
She won't tell me. It's all a big secret.
Everything's always a big secret with the Atwaters. Because everything has to be a secret with criminals. If their crimes get found out, they end up in jail. That's how criminal thugs operate. In secret. So she she can't do anything without it being some big grand secret.
Why do you want me to meet you at BugLight, the lcation where my baby was murdered?
It's a secret, I can't tell you, you just have to come and find out.
No.
For one thing my car is not here, because oh, fucking Atwater scum bags vandalized it.
For another thing, I have a broken pelvis, I have been able to get out of bed since a week before Christmas 2022.
This is the 3rd time my pelvis has rebroken, since it was originally broken by the golf club weilding Claire bitch at... oh, BugLight lighthouse!
This is the same woman and her Mark simp from the day the police showed up at my Biddeford apartment to ask:
Police: "You're EelKat, right?"
Me: "No, that's what people call me though. EelKats a fictional character from my books."
Police: "This is Biddeford, right?"
Me: "Uhm? Yeah?"
Police: "And I'm standing here in Biddeford right now, talking to you, right?"
Me: "Uhm? Yeah?"
Officer starts talking in his phone to officers Will and Robby of Old Orchard Beach Police Department: "Yeah, she's right here with me, I'm talking to her right now. Got her Autism car here and everything."
Will and Robbie: "Yeah, that's what I been saying. This isn't her."
Me: "What's going on?"
Police: "Wolfboy is trespassing on your property again…"
Me: "Wolfboy? Who's Wolfboy?"
Police: "Mark. We call him Wolfboy. He calls 911 a few dozen times a day. Constant false complaints about every one. Boy who cries wolf you know."
Me: "Who's Mark? I don't know anyone named Mark."
Police: "Town busy body. Gossips and complains about every one. He's a real pain in the ass. Pardon my French. Can't leave anyone alone."
Me: "Why is he in my yard?"
Police: "Citizens arrest. Says he's arresting you."
Me: "Me?"
Police: "Yeah. He's got some bogus court documents that say you are not allowed on your own property because you're gay."
Me: "I'm gay? How am I gay?"
Police: "Yeah. Well Wolfboy thinks everybody is gay. He's waiting for the gaypocalypse, you know?"
Me: "What's the gaypocalypse?"
Police: "He thinks us guys are going to mass murder all the Christians. We have to deal with his fake 911 calls reporting us gaaaaaayz all the time."
Me: "I take it you're gay?"
Police: "Ahyap, several of us on the department. We don't like jerks like Wolfboy. He harasses people like you all the time."
Me: "Like me?"
Police: "Disabled. He targets disabled women. Thinks it makes him a man. You might not remember me. I was the one who came with the ambulance. You know? I knew you were laid up in bed here and couldn't be in Old Orchard right now, seeing how you can't walk, let alone drive."
Me: "And you said he's in my yard right now?"
Police: "Yep. He says you hired him to dig a septic tank."
Me: "I what?"
Police: "Yeah, we know. We checked. It wasn't you. We got this woman who's impersonating you. She's the one he's trying to arrest right now. She hired him to dig a hole in your front lawn. She says she's EelKat. That's why I'm here, to make sure you are here in Biddeford and not in Old Orchard Beach, right now. Buddy Will and Robbie are dealing with it."
Me: "Why is there anyone in my yard? There should never be anyone in my yard!"
Police: "Yep, we know. Wolfboy and crew do this sort of thing every day. You have no idea how often we have to deal with his crew of chronic 911 false report complainers. Whole family's crazy."
Me: "So, you're telling me there are two people in Old Orchard, right now, on my land, fighting over my land, and one of them is claiming to be me?"
Police: "Yeah, that's the deal."
Me: "He says I hired him to build a septic tank?"
Police: "Yep."
Me: "Do I look like I can afford to have a septic tank built? I have twenty million in medical bills. I can't even walk! What would I even do with a septic system, my bladder and intestines don't work, I wear adult diapers because I can't even use a toilet! Why would I of all people have a septic tank put in?"
Police: "Yeah. I know. I don't think Wolfboy and crew know how crippled you are. That's why we knew whoever he had in your yard, wasn't you. I also, don't think he's ever met you. We showed him a picture of you, and he swears that it wasn't you. We showed him a picture of *name removed* and he says that's you."
Me: "She's not me."
Police: "We know."
Me: "She's been after my land for decades. Was trying to get it aways from Grammy Helen, before I inherited it."
Police: "Oh, we know. Police reports from your Helen Ricker go all the way back to the 60s. They been after the Ricker farm since before you was born. Wolfboy's bitten off more than he can chew this time. He don't know who he's dealing with. He never should have gotten messed up with the Bacon Street Gang."
Me: "Bacon Street Gang?"
Police: "Ahyep. That's who Wolfboy has got tangled up with."
Me: "Who's the Bacon Street Gang?"
Police: "A gang. Think of them as kind of like the local Mafia, only worse. Most of them are doing time for murder. A few of them are out now. I don't think Wolfboy knows that's who he's dealing with any more than he knows who you are. He wouldn't be down there right now claiming she's you if he'd ever actually met you face to face."
That woman and that Mark, are the ones behind most of the rumors and misinformation spread about me.
The woman I know. She's a relative, with a long list of mental health problems.
Her Mark buddy, that the local police call Wolfboy, I don't know. I've never seen him. Never met him as far as I know. Obviously he's some friend of hers, probably one of her exs as she has a lot of them. She's got a bad reputation for slutting around with married men and breaking up families.
But all these wild alien abduction, transgender, ufo, nutcase rumors that get spread about me, whenever I ask "Who told you that lie?" They always say it came from her, my Uncle Bruce, or some guy named Mark.
And clearly this Mark guy is talking about her, but he uses MY name when he does it, because he's convinced she is Me. It's incredibly obvious this Mark guy has never met me and has no clue he's being scammed by her. But it is incredibly annoying because, I'm the one who is crippled for the rest of my life because some blonde bitch named Claire beat me up with a golf club at Southern Maine Community College Bug Light Art Studio on November 14, 2013, while screaming "Kill or be killed, gotta kill the transvestite freaks before they kill us all!" I was 8 months pregnant. That mystery Claire bitch not only left me crippled, she also murdered my baby. Why? Because this mystery Mark guy runs around calling me transgender and gay even though I'm not trans or gay. And he's only doing that because this nut job Atwater woman who pretends to be me, is after my land, so she runs around doing crazy ass shit while pretending to be me, in order to start the crazy ass rumors in the first place!
This Claire woman is the one the FBI is looking for information on. Because no one knows who the hell she is. She's just some random nut job who clawed out of the woodwork and showed up at college one day to attack me and kill me baby, while screaming utter insanity. The guy with her called her Claire, beyond that we've no clue who she is.
This Claire woman is the one wanted for murder, agitated assault, and owes me $20million in medical bills. If she's ever identified, she's also got life in prison for murder to look forward to.
No, I can not identify her: I am blind.
Did you forget I am blind? I've been blind my whole life.
I am legally blind. I can not see faces, not even if you are close to me. I can not make out the colour of skin because there is so little variation in colour from light to dark. I can only identify the attackers by their hair colour, because I am blind and can no see their faces. That is why I do not know who these people are. I'm blind. I've been blind since I was 8 years old. I can only identify people by their scent and the sound of their voice. Yes, the golf club woman attacked a blind pregnant women, and the FBI needs help to identify her because, I'm blind, I can only id her by the sound of her voice, and I've only encountered her twice...
November 14, 2013 when she crippled me with a golf club and murdered my babyat SMCC, and June 26, 2016 when she attacked me with a shopping cart at Scarboror WalMart, she drove away in a gold volvo station wagon. The first time 2 people were with her and they called her Claire. The 2nd time only the red haired woman was with her, and she was screaming "My name is Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine!"
I do not know what the faces of wither the blond Claire who drove a gold volvo wagon or the redhair Kendra Silvermander are because I'm blind... I can see exactly 8 inches from my nose, I can't even see the ground to see my own feet. That's why the FBI is in need of witnesses to come forward and identify the 2 women who murdered my baby.
I'm blind, I don't know what they look like, I only know them by their voices.
If you have any information, about the Claire bitch who murdered my baby at BugLight Lighthouse on November 14, 2013, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
I am severely disabled. I have been since November 14, 2013. I was paralyzed for 5 months. It took me 18 months to get out of a wheelchair. It's been 9 years and I'm still using a cane and walker to get around, but, after standing and walking for an hour or two, I collapse and have to be carried back to bed, where I end up staying for days, sometimes weeks, before I can attempt to stand up again.
And since that happened, there have been a lot of local rumores.
Plastic surgery reconstructed my face, but I noticeably don't look the same as I did for 40 years prior to becoming disabled. And this has led to a lot of local rumors... people call me a demon, or demon possessed, or an alien, or say I was abducted by aliens and that's why I look different.
Welcome to Maine, where the average person believes aliens and demons are real, and think nothing of driving a backhoe over my house, because im just a demon who deserves it, they vandalized my car repeatedly every few months I who am already disabled and severe difficultly getting out and to the store, have even less ability to get out when my car is in the shop for repairs months to a time, multiple times a year.
This is the reality of how we horrifyingly disabled people are treated, at least here in Maine.
Being attacked in the college parking lot by 3 strangers with golf clubs is what dramatically changed my appearance. Doctors, plastic surgeons, rebuilt my face as best as they could, and they did a very good job all things considering. My vertebrae are broken in such a way that my spinal column is severed and so I have almost no use of my left hand and arm, I have no control over my bladder or intestines so have to wear adult diapers. And Doctors can't operate on this injury because there is an 80% chance of me becoming paralyzed from the neck down if they even attempt surgery.
I have been sent to the top neurological surgeons in America and they've all said, they wouldn't dare take the risk of doing the surgery.
I have been 9 years, actively studying everything I can find on the subject of spine surgery. I follow every medical journal, hanging on every update, watching and waiting for the day, when surgery advances to the point that it is an option for me.
Interestingly, as a side effect of this, I started reading and watching Horror genre, something I did not previously do. Things like The Island of Dr Moreau have become my favorite books and movies. I'm not sure why. Perhaps it is because I can identify with the characters who have those radical body changing surgeries in those books and movies.
In short, I have become fully obsessed with studying all aspects of radical surgery, both real and fictional, in some sort of hope of finding, something, anything, that will help me walk again.
THIS is what this Claire woman with the gold Volvo station wagon did November 14, 2013... and made worse when she attacked the second time June 26, 2016.
The Claire woman with the gold Volvo station wagon, not only murdered my son, she completely destroyed my life, my health, my ability to function on even the most basic levels.
I can't walk, my baby is dead, there's a giant fucking hole in my yard that looks like a Moon crater, and I'm homeless because a fucking backhoe drove over my house.
And because I was paralyzed for 5 months, and spent 18 months relearning to walk, and still can't walk on my own now 9 years later, I also have $20million in medical bills, which is why I can't afford to rebuild my house.
In the meantime, some jackass with a green dump truck that has a black and silver striped nose, dumped hundreds of loads of garbage, actual literal black bags of garbage that he stole from the town dump, and dumped them in my yard. Do you know how much garbage he dumped in my yard? It was one hundred and seventy three feet long, thirty feet wide, and twelve feet tall… yes, the pile of garbage was 173 feet long, 30 feet wide, and 12 feet tall… and it cost me $12k March 2015 to have a garbage company come in and haul it away.
What the fuck?
And you know what the police said? They think this woman and her Mark buddy are having a fuel, but because she's convinced him that she is me, and he's never seen me, so he doesn't know she's not me, that the police think, he's the one doing all the harassing of me and my family, but he thinks he's harassing her and her family and doesn't know he's harassing the wrong people, because she gave him my address as her address.
So, I'm being harassed by some guy who is a total stranger to me, because he's mad at some psycho bitch who was pretending to be me.
And because of all this, I'm crippled for the rest of my life, my baby is dead, a backhoe drove over my house, and then on April 10, 2015 my 10 foster children were kidnapped, and then on May 15, 2025 there heads were nailed to the door of my big pink motor home. So, now not only am I homeless and crippled, but my family has been murdered as well, all because some bitch impersonated me spreading weird ass alien abduction lies, weird as transgender lies, and weird ass gay lies about me, because for some reason she thought that would get her my land, and in doing so, she passed off some guy who went psycho serial killer on me, while thinking he was attacking her.
Yeah.
And so, two criminal ass thugs are funding with each other, and now I'm homeless and crippled and my family is dead, and the FBI is here now, and according to them, me and my family was never the target, me and my family got attacked by mistake because at the start of all this, some ufo nut, thought it would be funny to impersonate me and try to make it look like I believed in aliens, because this whole thing started because of some phoney ass alien abduction ufo haunted car hoax started by my uncle Bruce back in the 1990s, because he was mad, that Stephen King filmed The Thinner movie on my land, and my uncle Bruce was mad that he didn't get to be in The Thinner movie.
All of this started because Stephen King filmed a movie in my yard almost 50 years ago, and an uncle of mine was jealous, so he had his sister, pretend to be me to start some crazy ass alien abduction rumors, her running around claiming she was me while claiming to be abducted by aliens, while dubbing my husband as "etiole" and "amphibious alien", because in their minds that was some kind of revenge porn for not being in a Stephen King movie, and they've spent almost 40 years running with their alien abduction hoax, adding more and more to it all time time, including to start calling me a transvestite... and then, these people who used to live in Utah, my uncle and his sister, come back here to Maine to run around spreading the alien and trans rumour on a local level around Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, because, I have no ide why... they are just pure evil, and evil things like this are what hate filled evil people do.
Jealousy and hate. That's what fuels her. Pure raw jealousy and hate.
And my family is dead, my house is gone, and I'm crippled, all because some uncle of mine, whom I never even knew before any of this started, wanted to be in a Stephen King movie, and wasn't in a Stephen King movie and for some reason that was justification for all of this.
I don't get it.
The Atwaters are just hate filled, evil scum. You can't do something like this and be anything OTHER than pure evil scum.
Buglight lighthouse is where my baby was murdered on November 14, 2013 by the Kendra Silvermander and Claire bitch duo... why would I want to go there?
What the hell is she even thinking?
Every one who knows me knows my baby was murdered at Buglight lighthouse the beach behind the art studio at Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, on November 14, 2013, the same event that left me crippled for the rest of my life.
So why in the hell would anyone dare ask me to meet them at fucking Buglight lighthouse?
How much more evil can you be?
Update: February 19, 2023
??? Weird. ...
So, I just got a flurry of weird text messages… about FabeBook posts? I’ve not seen said posts, so I don’t know exactly what they says, but I’ll respond to the text messages about said posts:
ONE... who is in my yard? It's certainly not me, I broke my pelvis a week before Christmas and haven't been out of bed in 3 months. There should never be anyone in either of my yards, not the one in Biddeford nor the one in Old Orchard...
TWO... when did my cousin Danny die? First I heard of it. Last I knew he was living on a farm up by Heath road in Saco. I haven't seen him since a few years before the grease fryer bomb blew up my house, that happened on October 16, 2006... so it was sometime before 2004 last time I saw Danny. Didn't know he died. That's sad. I liked Danny. He was one of the few good Atwaters...
Three, uhm, what garden? My land in Old Orchard is bare ledge. Not even any soil to plant anything in. It's been that way for nine years. When the backhoe drove over my house August 8, 2013, it also came in with a green dumptruck and strip mined my land, they stole all of my roses, apple trees, grapes, blueberries, and flowers, and took all the top soil down to over six feet deep, strip mined my farm down to bare shale and granite. It would cost over $three-million dollars to buy new top soil to replace what the vandals stole, and I don't have that kind of money, so I've not had a garden since, no vegetables, no flowers, nothing, can't plant anything on bare ledge....
so, yeah, weird, this latest rumor, which states I stole something from Danny's grave to put in my garden. Seeing how, I didn't even know Danny died and I also don't have a garden.
........... Update February 22, 2023
So, because I didn't know Danny died, people have started sending me these long lists of Atwaters whom have died since 2015... apparently there are well over 30 - thirty - dead Atwaters, none of whom I knew had died, and many of whom, I never even heard their names before. I'm told they are largely from the Utah division of the Scottish Traveller clans. But I did notice, half of the original twelve are dead? Is that true? No one told me any of this. I had no clue. It says here that uncle Peter and his wife, Bobby's wife Cathy, and even my uncle Brucie are all dead? When did all this happen and why did no one tell me? There a bunch of cousins, second cousins, and thrid cousins on the list too, but I've never heard any of their names before I have no clue who any of them are.
There also seems to be some weird thing where they are saying no one ever told them my son was murdered November 14, 2013... my mother, my father, my step father Wade, aunt Barbara, uncle Dickie, uncle Brucie, cousin Danny, and Danny's wife Amanda all knew about this. Barbara showed up at the hospital and tried to get me to join her in some stupid ass medical scam she said she was running via her EMT job, she wanted me to be some poster child for some medical scam website she was running, she said she could get more money if she had a real cripple on her website. Dickie and Brucie were both at my Water St apartment the night it happened and they were mad that the police showed up to question my family and found them there with my daddy and some private detective, I don't know who the private detective was... according to the FBI agent in charge of the murder investigation, my dad hired the private detective to trail my mother and her then husband Wade, and Dickie and Brucie were helping my father with that.
Barbara, Dickie, and Brucie were all at the hospital November 2013, when I was paralyzed.
Barbara knew I was in a wheelchair, because in 2014, at Saco Shaw's, she stopped to talk to me, while I was shopping and in the wheelchair.
I'm also being told most of them are claiming they didn't know a backhoe drove over my house. Uncle Joey in Australia, not only knew about the backhoe driving over my house, by the FBI has copies of the $600 wire he sent to the backhoe driver. My father is the one who forged the demolition permits, with some guy named Dan who I never heard of before.
Also, you remember Barbara's ex Paul Martal... do you know what he's in prison for? FBI arrested him in 2016, for not one, but many bombs that he built, including the bomb that blew up my house October 16, 2006 and wait for it... the Boston Marathon bomb in 2013, he built it and sold it to ISIS.
The Atwaters claiming they know nothing of the 2006 bomb, is a lie, considering the FBI arrested some of them for it.
The Atwaters claiming they knew nothing of the backhoe driving over my house August 8, 2013, that replaced the bombed house, is a lie, because because Joey is the one how organized and funded it and he's going to straight to prison if he ever sets foot in America again, the FBI is ready to arrest him the moment he sets foot outside of Austraila. They have uncovered all the evidence they need to do so.
Barbara posted the message on my FaceBook wall: "The next head nailed to a door will be yours", she posted that message May 14, 2015... the DAY BEFORE my foster children's heads were nailed to the door of my motorhome. I didn't know she posted that message... the FBI agent, had screenshots of it that he had made, he showed them to me in June 2016... I didn't know she had posted that on my wall.
Yvonne and Shem, posted on my FaceBook wall more then two hundred pictures of themselves holding various guns, and on every post they wrote the words: "This is the gun I'm going to kill you with." Again, I did not see the posts, because I was in the hospital, paralized, I was paralyzed 5 months, I was 18 month relearning to walk... I've been bedridden for the last 9 - NINE - years... I found out about the death threats Shem and Yvonne were posting when an FBI agent, the one, who is now dead. Larua, she was murdered February 6, 2021... arrived, at my 6x8 tarp that I was living under in my yard... she arrived, with a huge stack of printed out screenshots of death threats posted by them, along with 27 FaceBook accounts all owned by Brucie, most of them using variations of Doris's name... all 29 of those accounts spent the entire of 2014, 2015, and 2016 DAILY posting death threats on my FaceBook wall, and often mentioned the November 14, 2013 murder of my son, the August 8, 2013 backhoe, and the April 10, 2015 SWAT team... the SWAT team being something I never mentioned online... also... the police department is in search of a VERY UNIQUE murder weapon that was used in the May 15, 2015 beheadings, and the crackhead Camilla, the cocaine dealer for the Bacon Street Gang, who is an Atwater, has been since October 2021 showing up on my Biddeford front porch to gibber about... that murder weapon... the police and the FBI never released to the public what the murder weapon was, because it is a VERY UNIQUE one of a kind hand made item. And yet, MANY of the Atwaters... 23 of them, showed up in my Biddeford driveway January 8, 2021 to gibber about that murder weapon while also chanting "God-King-Trump".
January 15, 2021, a few days later, the fbi shows up with half the fucking plice department, here at my biddeford apartment, said they followed lucy and barbara up here from some attack on the president in washington dc and wanted to know if U'd seen them? what the fuck? I have no clue. I've not see Lucy since 1994 and I've not seen Barbara since 2013 the day she tried to get me to join her weird medical scam plot. But according to the FBI... they were watching my Twith livestream tht day, so they saw the "God King Trump" chanters, as did all of my viewers, I was live and my webcam faces the driveway window so, they were chanting "God-king-trump" on my Twitch livestream... according to the FBI, those 23 people were Lucy's crew and the had stolen stuff from the White House, and were carrying the stolen white house stuff while chanting in my driveway... the FBI wanted to know if I recgonined any of them, and I didn't, the FBI had tons of pictures of them, and I don't know who any of them were... but according to the FBI, they are the adult children of several of my cousins, via Lucy and Barbara's kids. What the hell?
I am so sick and tired of the FBI showing up here and questioning me every few weeks, because of some fucking ass shit Barbaras family is doing, when I don't even know Barbara's family! I haven't babysat for her kids since I was 12 years old and that was fifty fucking years ago!
Tell me, how do so many Atwaters have inside information about the murder weapon that was used to behead my ten foster children on May 15, 2015... when those police records are sealed, were classified by the FBI, and only me, 6 FBI agents, 3 police officers, and of course the murderer, know what the murder weapon was?
I don't know who contacted the FBI... it wasn't me. I assume is was police officer Will Watson as he was the original head of the police investigation. And yet, I have many THOUSANDS of hate emails, hate snail mail letters - hand written and signed by Atwaters, accusing me of sending the FBI to "snoop in on them" as they put it. Good god! The FBI is over here interigating me 2 or 3 times a fucking month! The Atwaters act like they are the only ones who have to deal with FBI agents hanging around all the time! At least with me the FBI are here trying to help solve a crime, not interigating me of being a criminal... my fucking son was murdered! Atwaters bitching about the FBI questioning them, well maybe they shouldn't be posting death threats all over my FaceBook wall constantly none stop, the same week my sn was murdered, but that's what they are being questioned about.
I never sent the FBI anywhere... I don't control the FBI, and anyone who thinks that is got some serious mental retardation issues.
I didn't even know the FBI was actively going from Atwater to Atwater questioning them, and I wouldn't have known, had the Atwaters not been writing long hate letters and mailing them to me.
My son was murdered in 2013... it was 3 years later, when the FBI showed up to talk to me, for the first time, and yet they informed me, they'd been on the case for three years at that point and had some pretty daming evidence, about one Atwater: Paul Martal, whom I've never met, didn't even know he existed... he got 14 years in prison for the 2006 bomb that blew up my house. But what the FBI wanted to know was: Why me? It appeared he didn't know me any more than I knew him. According to the FBI, Paul Martal was in heavy contact with 2 people, and the FBI believes it's one of them, who hired the golf club woman to murder my baby November 14, 2013...
...and the problem is, I've not mentioned it to the family, The Atwaters, so they don't know, not even my parents know, but on September 12, 2021, there was another attack. I've not released any details, nor have the police or the FBI, One of the biggest ones yet. The FBI pointed out one thing... the attacks stopped when one of te two primary suspects died. They said they had reason to believe the one, of the two suspects, whom they believe murdered my son, died... so how did the the September 12, 2021 attack happen?
When that attack happened the FBI asked me to repaint paint my car: put the info from 2 different events, with the dates reversed, to see WHO would notice it was wrong. Someone DID notice it was wrong: Crackhead Camilla, cocaine dealer of the Bacon Street Gang, she showed up on my Biddeford porch less then ten hours after I painted my car. She noticed the incorrect date for the incorrect event... and she has said WHO told her... and it was one of the three people who arrived at the hospital November 2013... except, 2 of those 3 people are now dead, and the one she's naming, is the one still alive.
Who is it, who runs around telling people I believe in aliens? That same person. I don't believe in aliens. I'm the one who proved aliens and alien abductions to be a hoax, did that in 2007, posted my findings proving aliens a hoax here: https://www.eelkat.com/AmphibiousAliens.html
Who is it, who runs around claiming I say things about Utah Atwaters, people who I've never heard of, people I've never met? That same person.
Whose husband is right now sitting in prison for building the bomb that blew up my house? That same person.
Camilla was the bridesmaid of who? That same person.
Who KNEW I was paralyzed for 5 months, 18 months in wheelchair, and 9 years serverly crippled, bedridden... but neglected to tell anyone in the family? That same person.
Who is it, who is right now spreading rumors and lies about me, my brothers, and my mother, all over FaceBook? That same person.
Do you know what gaslighting means? Look at what she's doing. It's called gaslighting. It means she is trying to cast doubt on the victims, in order to make the victims look guilty, as a way to try to hide, her own crimes.
Ask yourself why you didn't know my son was murdered?
Ask yourself why you didn't know I was attacked by a blond woman with a golf club, left for dead, almost died, and have been crippled on paraplegic levels ever since?
Ask yourself why you didn't know I was paralyzed for 5 month?
Ask yourself why you didn't know I was in a wheelchair for 18 months?
Ask yourself why you didn't know my foster children, where not only murdered, but their heads were nailed to my door?
Ask yourself why you didn't know when Barbara, Brucie, and Dickie were all at the hospital, and knew what had happened. Why didn't they tell any of you? Why did they pretend not to know? Why did they hide for the rest of the family, what had happened to me?
Here's an important thing to ask: Why did none of you know the FBI was here investigating a very brutal murder that coincided with a LOT of harassment, vandalism, and hate crimes that were on levels of alarming extremes?
It's called impeding and FBI investigation.
Someone, in the Atwater family, has been very actively lying to all of you about what happened to me and my family... why? What is their motive? If they have nothing to hide, then why arethey bending over backwards to try to keep every one of you from finding out what happened to me, my son, my house, my yard, and my foster children?
Why?
Only the person doing these crimes, who any motive to try to cover them up.
Only the person who murdered my son, would have any motive to go out of their way to do everything in their power to try to make you forget he ever existed.
Only the person who did these things has any motive, to try to cover it up.
Only the person behind my son's murder has a motive to try to convince you I believe in aliens, when it's damn well documented that I don't believe in aliens.
Think about that, next time an Atwater starts spreading rumors about me, my mother, my father, my brothers, my husband, my dead children, or my dead son.
Also... who is it who told you that I knew about all these deaths in the family? Was it one of the three people who was at the hospital and knew what happened to me, but never told you all?
Also, yes... I have noticed that Dickies supposed death date is a full 3 months before he was at the hospital, before he was visiting my dad with Brucie and and having a meeting with the private investigator about Wade Witen... that's puzzling... but then again Brucie had faked his own death 4 times since the 1980s, each time to invade IRS fraud, so the Atwaters do have a history of faking their deaths. I know this because the FBI has all that info too and when interviewing me, they wanted to know if I was aware of the faked death, by 3 of the original 12 Atwaters... yep, three of the brothers have faked their deaths multiple times. So... when you people tell me Dickie and Brucie are dead, yeah, I kind of don't believe you.
Also, Barbara is the one going around telling everyone that Danny is dead and his grave is being vandalised... several people have told me that Danny is dead, his grave was being vandalised, and I a bedridden crippled, was being blamed for the vandalism, and I asked each of these people who told them this, and every one of them stated they recieved either a rtext, post, comment, email, or phone call from Barbara, some said she told them face to face in person... near as I can tell NO ONE other then Barbara os saying Danny died, no one other then Barbara is saying his grave is vandaised, and no one other then Barbara is saying I did it... also newsflash... my camera runs 24/7/365 ever since the day my foster children's heads was nailed to my door, so I can prove where I was and what I was doing every minute from May 16, 2015 to right now. The camera runs 24/7 in hopes of catching the murderer returning to attack again. Smile... if you've ever said anything to me online or offline, I have video footage of you doing it.
In case you've forgotten who Barbara is, besides being Bruce's sister, she's the 2 year old girl who was run over by this car. https://www.eelkat.com/images/1964dodge330_theGoldeneagleWorldsMostHauntedCar.jpg My 1964 Dodge 330 the one that was cut in half on May 9, 2010 by raving lunatics of the Saco Ward church calling it demon possessed. She's the one who started the rumor that the car was haunted, possesed by a demon and tried to kill her. The car used to belong to Dr Larochell, who paid Barbara $20k to stop her from spreading rumors about his car. Her rumours about his car got so bad that locals started attacking him, so in 1975 he sold the car and I bought it specifically to prove that it was niether haunted demon possessed and Barbara was just delusional and trying to get attention.
After I proved the car not haunted, I let a local elderly homeless man sleep in the car at night, while the car was parked behind my barn, 175 feet from the road in the forest where it could not be seen from the road, so no one knew the WW@ veteran was sleeping in my car... until that is, in 1978, Barbara tresspassed on my land, found him there, declared him first a demon, then in the 1990s started calling him "The Amphibious Alien"... Barbara is the only Atwater who ever learned French and guess what, she is also the one who coined the name "Etiole" and started calling the homeless WW2 vet "Etiole" and she is the one who has been vocal in instigating EVERY SINGLE attack on Etiole and my 1964 Dodge 330.
Also, do take a look at Barbara... we look alike, she and me... we can almost pass for twins. And what keeps happening around locally? People keep saying they are encountering me doing and saing things in places I've never been to, to people I've never heard of!
Also, every time I go outside, people - ttal strangers - keep coming up to me and asking me why I am emailing them stuff about aliens, and newsflash: I don't even use email! What the hell? I couldn't eail some one even if I wanted to!
In November, this guy comes up to me, he's about 90 years old and carrying this massive stack of sheets of paper - like 300 sheets, it's an entire reem of paper, and he starts waving it around and says it's print out of all the emails I sent him just in the past week, he says he gets more then three thousand emails from me on a daily basis and it's all crazy stuff about aliens... I looked at the papers and, the emails are coming from tons of emails with the word "eelkat" in the name, but they aren't mine. I'm not sending these things out to people and I don't know who is... but I do know who has a history of impersonating me with emails: Barbara!
In 1996, she started an email war with the Atwaters, with two emails, one that she said was heres, and one that she said was mine.
At that point... I had never had contact with an American, or TV, or electricity... I had never heard of computers or internet or email... he email war, was her, impersonating me, and sending hundred of hate filled emails to my aunts, uncles, and counsins... I found out about it a year later when Bishop Paul Morgan of the Cape Elezabeth Ward (no, not the Portland Ward, but yes the same building) called me in to his office one day, to ask why I was sending so many hundreds of emails about aliens and alien abductions to him and 750 other members of the church. No that's not a typo... seven hundred and fifty members of the church...
I had 3 questions for Paul Morgan:
1: What's email?
2: What are aliens?
3: What's alien abduction?
I had never heard of those 3 things before.
Paul Morgan had print outs of those emails, and it took me over a month to read those more then six thousand sheets of paper, but I read every one of them.
Paul Peterson, administrative director of Pine Land Center Insane Asylum... he showed up at church a few weeks later, yeah... turns out, several Atwaters used to be, how shall we call it... straight jacketed in padded cells because they were insane... and Pine Land Center, government run mental health institute, lost funding, shut down, in... oh look... 1996... and literally just let formally straight jacket nut cases, walk free out the front door. It's not hard to find out who the inmates of Pine Land Center were... the micro films are available in New Gloughster. So, yeah, that evidance exists and says a lot.
ALL of the rumors about me, my mother, my father, my brothers, my husband, my cars... all the Demon rumors, all the alien rumors, ALL of it... every single rumor, all the way back to the 1960s... all of them, were started by one person, Barbara, because, she was the 2 year old girl who was hit by that car, and she's pissed that I bought it, and she's even more pissed that Stephen King, my neighbour at the time, made a movie about it... did you know my real name is Christine and that's why the car is named Christine in the movie, even though the real car was named The Goldeneagle.
After Christine, Stephen King returned to film Thinner on my farm, and THAT is why, Barbara, has had endless amounts of jealosue rage and hatred for my farm, my land, my house... did you know I've rebuilt my house 5 times now... the backhoe has driven over THREE houses on my land, we keep rebuilding and it keeps coming back... but before the backhoe there was the bomb... and who did the FBI arrest for building that bomb again? Barbara's husband Paul Martal. That's what he went to prison for. He built the bomb that blew up my house, the FBI found him with the bomb parts in his house and car.
That's why, I always ask, when these weird rumors about demons and aliens show up... who told you? And EVERY SINGLE PERSON, EVERY SINGL TIME... they always say: "Barbara told me", "Baraba said it" , "Barbara called me" , "Barbara emailed me"... and so, I'm not surprised to find out that the rumors flying around this week, are once again, started by the same person who always starts them: the pissed off now adult, 2 year old girl, who 60 years ago was run over by the world's most haunted car, and is the one who both declared it haunted and dubbed the homeless man living in it as "Etiole"
Know your sources people. Do your background checks. Find out if the one spreading the rumors about me, might actually have a motive. Barbara REALLY hates that car. And at the core, her hatred of that car, her rage that Stephen King made it famous, is the cause of everything.
But guess what: Barbara and Brucie and their fucking endless jealose rage, is why I'm crippled, why my son is dead, why I've had to rebuild my house on my land five fucking times now... I'm not bothering any of them, I never have , and I don't know why they are bothering me! I want those bastards to fucking leave me, my family, my cars, my land, and anything else of mine alone.
Uhm… okay… so, a member of the Sanford ward church was just in a rage yelling at me about the drug raid across the street last year at the missionary apartment and this being the 18th anniversary of the dead girl in the Scarborough marsh… and, I'm not sure why they are yelling at me about it…but they were mad saying: "Why is the FBI here talking to you about the dead girl in Scarborough. You aren't family."
Uhm… no, but I am the one who found the body and called 911 to report it. And I've had to deal with police and FBi questions in regards to her death for the past few decades every single time they get a lead they show up and ask me:"So tell us once again what you saw." And I tell them yet again about the girl with no head, the thirty dogs with no heads, and that, I never saw her or the dogs before.
I was driving to work and they were all laid out ritual like in the road, not a one of them had any heads. Not the girl, not any of the dogs.
First experience with headless bodies… but far from the last. And police and fBi believe the killer was there and saw me call 911 and that's why my 75 pet roosters had their heads cut off and their bodies tied in rope nooses and hung in my Orchard fruit trees and rose bushes shortly after.
I can show you where ever body was the girl and the dogs. The first one was at the Ross rd Portland rd intersection at the light by where the medical building is now. The next one was at the Eastern trail Bridge just before the rv center. There was another at the cascade rd intersection by the flea market... they continued like that all the way to the Scarbourogh marsh. All black dogs, mostly Rottweilers and black labs, more than 30 of them, leading in a path to the dead girl. None of them had heads. Not the girl or the dogs.
It was after dark, I was on my way to Macy's.
The fbi says they think it was the same person who beheaded my cousin Murphy in 2013, beheaded 75 of my roosters and hung them from nooses in trees in 2007, murdered my son in 2013, and beheaded my mother's cats in 2015... he says there were 11 other beheading like this between 2001 and 2015 all of them invloving a huge amount of pets, mostly dogs and cats, but also birds and horses… in title more then 500 pets just on Portland Ave in old Orchard beach alone, the first one was a German Shepherd in June 2001 whose head was hung on the bucket of his owners bulldozer, and there have been 7 more since 2015 to 2021, all on Portland Ave, Ross rd, and Cascade Rd.
The dead girl in Scarborough had no head, neither did any of the dogs. I'm the one who called the police.
I was there when they found Timmy Murphy on cascade and Ross rd intersection. He had no head either.
My cousin Murphy, the newspaper said he was hit by a truck. But that's not what happened. I was there. Police made me wait 3 hours while they looked for his head. I got questioned all over for that. It happened June 2013. Backhoe drove over my house August 8, 2013, and golf club woman attacked November 14, 2013... fbi thinks the backhoe and golfclub attacks were both because I was there when Timmy's body was being wrapped up by police. The police found his head 2 weeks later down by my driveway on Portland Ave almost a half mile from where they found his body.
They believe the killer of my cousin Timmy was at the scene while the police were questioning me, and that's how the killer knew to target my house with the backhoe a month later… the issue with that is, one of my uncles, paid the backhoe driver, but that uncle lives in Australia and wired the money to the backhoe driver. The police have all the paperwork for this. And the police can't figure out, why it appears that my Atwater relatives are heavily invested in impending the investigation of what police are calling "the Ouellette case".
It appears the Atwaters are being egged on by someone involved in the murder of the headless Scarborough marsh girl, and that the Atwaters are being deliberately needled into a frenzy at me and my family in a bold attitude to through police off the killers trail.
The thing is, the Atwaters have gone into wild extremes bringing in weird alien abduction rumors that are just outlandish… but then… one of my uncles, when the FBI went to interview him… he had dozens of dead, headless black dogs, black cats, and black chickens laying in weird pentagram ritual formations, all over his yard, in his driveway, around his house, hanging on his fences… and… well… dead headless black animals were all around the Scarborough marsh that day of the dead girl… and so… it kind of looks a lot like one of my uncles either is the murderer or at least is the one supplying the murderer with dead black pets.
So, this lead the FBi to ask me more questions, because now it looks like the Atwaters lashing out at my family has a far bigger motive then, them just being crazy lunatic ufo nuts.
I've been a witness at 4 different beheadings.. and was the one who called police each time.
The raid at the Saco Ward missionary apartment across the street…I never said the raid across the street was a drug raid... the state drug force wasn't there. Ive seen drug raids before. My Atwater relatives are notorious for drugs, ive been in the house when two drug raids happened, one in 1982 and one in 2016 and both times the state police drug team was the one who did the raid.
State police drug team wasn't there at the raid on the missionary apartment across the street last year, it the US Marshalls and FBI there. They had 8 people handcuffed face down in the road in front of our apartment. And they said it was about the Ouellette case, specifically the headless girl in Scarborough marsh. I know this, because thry asked me if i recognized any of these 8 people. One I did, she's been my dads nurse since 2009. Fbi was here asking me about that raid, because he wanted to know if the dead cats and birds in the road here in front of our Biddeford apartment were lined up same way as the dead dogs were back in Scarborough years ago with the dead girl.
Me and others locally have been finding dead pets lined up on Main Street, western Ave, Cutts St, West Cutts st, James St, and Bradbury st every since summer 2021, I sent videos footage of all the dead pets to fbi, because it DID look like same ritual pattern used in my yard with roosters in 2007 and my mother's cats in 2015 and those dogs with the dead girl at the Scarborough marsh.
That's why I stopped walking around our apartment at night... dead cats and birds are being set up around my apartment and also my mothers apartment... looks like whoever killed cats and roosters in Old Orchard, wanted me to know they knew where I lived.
The officers think the person leaving the dead pets all around our apartment is whoever killed the headless girl at the marsh... they think that's why the attack on my roosters happened in 2007, the backhoe in 2013, the golf club women who killed my son and crippled me in 2013, because I'm the one who called the police about the headless dogs in Scarborough with the dead girl.
Weird, this Sanford Ward Mormon, who was just here at my apartment, made the comment: "But the dead girl in Scarborough wasn't beheaded."
I don't know if there's a different girl too or not. I only know about the headless girl, the one I called 911 about all those decades ago. I never looked up the news reports so I don't know if they ever mentioned the thirty dead dogs or her and the dogs having no head. I don't know what the news said about it. I don't even know her name. I just know whenever the police or FBI ask me to retell how the dogs were laid out, they always call it "The Ouellette Case". Beyond that I know nothing about it.
My focus has always been on the attacks on me and my family. I don't know any of the other families. I just know the officers said the April 10, 2015 attack on my farm was the 11th such attack on Portland Ave since June 2001 and that they now tell me there have been seven more such attacks on Portland Ave since 2015. They said a lot of details have not been released to the public, but that there are a few common things recurring in every attack which indicates it's just one person (group of persons) doing it. They say they keep going back to all 18 of our families reasking us for details we can remember because they are trying to match up the similarities of each case.
I know what details were left out of reports about the attacks on my family. I don't know anything about any of the other 17 families at all.
I don't understand these Saco and Sanford ward church members who keep showing up all upset because I'm trying to find out who murdered my son and left me crippled. What is their problem? It's MY family that's dead, not theirs, what the fuck business is it of theirs? Why are they so damned ruffled up about me asking for anyone with information to call the FBI? By being upset like this, they are just making themselves look suspicious. When they are mad that I'm asking people for help finding the killer, they just make themselves look like they are involved, they make it look like they know who the killer is, they make it look like they are protecting and defending the killer. Do they not realize how suspicious they make themselves look when they get angry that I ask on Facebook for anyone with info to please call the FBI and help put my son's killer in prison?
Do you remember Timmy? He's the same age as you and me. He's the one who lived at the black house next door to my on Portland Ave. He was the used car dealer, the one who always have a dozen or so cars lined up for sale across his front lawn. He also owned Etiole's swamp, my abutting neighbour from the back side of the land. He used to help me babysit Barbara's kids back in the 1970s and 1980s, we used to duo babysit together.
Timmy Murphy was the one beheaded June 2013 at the Ross Rd and Cascaed Rd intersection.
That's why I can't understand these Todd Murphy fucktrds who spent the entire of November 2021 to May 2022, daily arriving in my Biddeford driveway, chanting "Todd Murphy! Todd Murphy! Todd Murphy! Todd Murphy! Todd Murphy!" while vandalizing both the building and my car. They did $10k+ in damages to my Volvo and they did so much damage to the building that landlord Matt Holiday couldn't afford to repair the apartment building so he sold it because the city of Biddeford was going to condemn the building and kick out all 9 families at 409 Maine Street, because the Todd Murphy fucktard attackers did so much damage to the building. People know about them cutting all the wires off the building, but it was a lot more then that. They did huge amounts of stucture damage to the building itself as well. That's why Matt sold the building. He just didn't have enough money to repair the damages.
But the thing was, these vandals were acting like they thought I knew who Todd Murphy was, and I never heard of anyone by that name before. I think they mixed up whoever this Todd Murphy was with my cousin Timmy... who is not an Atwater... what the fuck are the Atwaters even talking about? Timmy was my dad's older sister's god-son. My aunt Victoria from Portland? The one who lived in that big tower on the waterfront up on the Promanard.
Why are the Atwaters so damned fucking arrogant that they think they are the only relatives I have? The Allens of Allen Ave in Portland are my relatives too you know, and Timmy Murphy was one of them. You know, the whole family who founded Amatos... the woman who founded Amatos was my dad's great aunt. That's why we always get free food at Atmatos, their family. The Atwaters don't hold a fucking monopoly over me, what the hell is wrong with them? You know, I'm sick of the Atwaters barging their way into everything and trying to make everything be about them. They aren't the center of the world and they need to stop acting like they are.
Near as I can tell, these Todd Murphy vandals are conneted to the Atwaters somehow, but I don't know how. And again, they are impeeding a fucking FBI murder investigation. Do the Atwaters know how to do ANYTHING other then stick their busy body noses in places they don't belong? What the fuck?
Do you know what the police said? They said Todd Murphy is the son of someone my mother and Barbar fight with on FaceBook. I've had my mother and Baraba both blocked on FaceBook since the shit they pulled back in 213 after my son was murdered. I don't have a fucking clue who my mother or Barbara are friends with on FaceBook, I have them blocked. I've had them blocked for 10 years this Novmber.
But then, I have fucktards from the Sanford Ward church showing up here now, do you realize how far they have to drive to get here to my driveway? What the hell? And they claim that Todd Murphy was a member of the Sanford Ward... you know what he's not on the rouster. You know I'm a member of that church right? I got access to the rouster, because my husband is the high preist quorum leader of that church... there's no one named Todd Murphy who is a member of the Sanford Ward church, and there hasn't been in the last 48 years that I've attended that church. So now I'm left wondering, even more what the fuck?
Who the ell is Todd Murhy and why the fuck should I care? I haven't got a clue what these people are talking about. I don't know who they are and I don't know who their Todd Murphy is.
Only thing I can figure, is somehow, something my mother and Barbara said, convinced these people that when I talk about Timmy Murphy's murder case that I'm talking about Todd Murphy. But why? Was Todd Murphy murdered in 2013 of the Ross Rd in Old Orchard Beach, same as my cousin Timmy Murphy, who was also my abutting neighbor and had the same birthday as me, so we celebrated our birthdays together, you know because we grew up together and knew each other own entire lives?
I mean, what the hell? And what does Todd Murphy have to do with The Ouelltte case aka the beheaded girl in the Scarborogh Marsh from 20 years ago? That's what they were talking about last night... thee Snford Ward members who were here in my ard in Biddeford last night, who yes, I do know who they are, but I don't know who this Todd Murphy is that they are talking about or what he has to do with my cousin Timmy Murphy and that girl, both being beheaded down the street from my Old Orchard Beach farm?
I asked, no one in Timmy's family knows any one named Todd. None of my Scarborough or Old Orchard Beach Murphy relatives know or have ant relatives named Todd, so none of them, know what the fuck these people in Biddeford are talking about. You know just because someone has the same last name, doesn't mean they are relatede, right? Do these Todd Murphy people who won't stop hrassing us, and now clearly have a connection to the Sanford Ward realize that?
And what is with Joel Bailey? What? Yeah... they're bringing Joel Bailey back into stuff? He went to prison in 2013, he, if you forgot was the counsellor of the Bisiop of the Saco Ward church, the entire bishiprisk went to prision, 2 to 10 years each one, along with the Old Orchard Beach Town Manager, oh wait, he was one of the bishipric, and 13 people from the Old Orchard Beach town hall and police departments, all members of the Saco Ward church, for stealing a little bitty number of thirty MILLION dollars in Old Orchard Beach tax funds out of the town hall bank account, which I only found out about, because they tried to forge my name onto the documents and that was why FBI Laura, the agent ho was murdered in Florida on Feberuary 6, 2021, was sent to interview me in 2007, 2010, and 20134... the Saco Ward church bishopric stole $30million from the Old Orchard Beach town hall and tried to pin it on me, only, I can't count, mI never learned math, and they didn't know I couldn't possibly have written the math figures. I don't know how to do money and only someone really good with money could have done the things they did. They also put a lot of stuff in Ken Shoop's name. That Joel Bailey, the one who is now out of prison and likes to walk circles around my Biddeford apartment all summer long in 2022. Yeah, I am aware he's back, the mini-Winnie RV that parks at the Biddeford High School at night, he is the one driving it.
Given his past history, no, I'm not surprised at all to find his name bring brought back up. Though the Saco Ward Mormons now trickling out of prison and back on the streets, would explain why the vandalism started up again, seeing how they were the ones who used to do most of it and the vandalism did stop when they went to prison.
I'm sick of the Atwaters and their Mormon friends. They're nothing but criminals, drug dealers, and gangster thugs.
The fact remains, the only thing I'm focused on is finding my son's killer and the Atwaters and their Mormon thugs, are interupting that, and I want to know WHY? No one who is not guilty of being involved in my son's murder has any reason or incentive to be here harassing me and telling me to take the FBI phone number off my FaceBook wall, and that's what they are doing and I want to know why. What business is it of theirs if the FBI phone number is on my FaceBook wall and what is their involvment with my son's murder that they think the FBI phone number on my FaceBook wall effects them?
Here's a weird one… I just got a text message from a Sanford Ward Mormon which states: "I've known you for 40 yeas I would remember you being attacked how come you never mentioned it before now"
Uhm… since 1996, my website, originally known as Space Dock 13, has documented daily blog posts of every day of my life.
The July 2, 2001 attack, when a house mover cut our house in half, put it on a flatbed and drove it to Waterville, was documented the day it happened. It was also the first attack. My neighbor's German shepherd dog was beheaded and left in the bucket of his bulldozer that same day.
Go look at my blog… every day since July 2, 2001 , every attack, from the minor paintball attacks to the big house bomb attacks, are all documented, each blog post written the day it happened. There are more then ten thousand daily blog posts just on that one blog, chronologizing every event of every day of my life and including every attack, since June 2001.
That fact that they only just noticed it now, does not mean, I've never mentioned it… it just means they were too self absorbed to notice anything going on around them. It also means I was never important enough to them, for them to notice I was homeless, or in the hospital, or had a baby that was murdered. … their shock of just discovering these things, says more about their lack of caring about me, then anything else.
As for the headless girl and dogs in the marsh, the murder of my cousin Timmy Murphy, and the golf club attack ,the 3 events they specifically brought up in their text…
I had Squidoo articles about all 3 events. Squidoo went out of business in 2014.
I have more then a thousand blog posts published between 2007 and 2013, on Tumblr, BlogSpot, and WordPress, about those 3 events.
On YouTube I had more than 2k video uploads between 2008 and 2017 that did absolutely nothing but talk about those events, and included the interrogations by police and Fbi, which I've recorded all of since May 2015. So, yes, you can go watch FBI agent Andy Drewer, lawyer Gene Libby in the Biddeford District Court, and police officer Will Watson, and dozens of others talking about these events, on YouTube, because my camera catches everything.
Since 2008, I have posted daily on Facebook and Twitter asking for witnesses to come forward about the dead dogs and the marsh girl...
Since June 2013, I added Tim Murphy to my daily Facebook request for witnesses to come forward,
Since August 2013, I added the back hoe driving over my house info to my daily Facebook requests for witnesses to come forward.
since November 2013, daily every single day requests for witnesses to the attack at phi theta Kappa ceremony at bug light lighthouse, where my baby was murdered and I was left crippled for the rest of my life.
I'm still crippled by the way, are they going to tell me they didn't notice that either? Did they not notice I was 5 months paralyzed, wait I know that person noticed because in February 2014 that exact same person carried me to their car and from their car into the hospital precisely because I was paralyzed and couldn't walk…. The person who carried me to the hospital because I was paralyzed and had to be carried is the exact same person who is now saying they don't remember this… and yet, they are the ones who had to fill out the paperwork to admit me in the hospital and their signature is on those documents. So, proof they are lying, right there.
after the June 2016 attack by the 2013 golf club woman, this time at walmart, the fbi gave me a hotline number for witnesses to call... this phone number has been on the flyers in the windows of my Volvo ever since June 2016 and these events are printed on said flyers.
Also in June 2016 the Old Orchard Beach Libby library and the Biddeford McArthur library and the Old Orchard Beach Salvation Army Church all printed up flyers about these events, and spent the summer handing them out to tourists and the fBI number was on all of those.
This is all very well documented as, I have been post them DAILY for over a decade now... and I talk about it constantly in my livestreams which I started doing in May 2015.
Just because one person had their head shoved too far up their church's ass to know what was going on in their own family, and they only just now noticed what was going on around them, doesn't mean I only just now started talking about it.
This is why I don't like churches. Church people are so focused on their Bibles that they haven't got a clue what's going on in the real world around them.
Not to mention all of the police reports, there are more than four hundred police reports, which span twenty one police departments, in three states as well as the Maine state police and the Florida state police, plus the FBI besides! Most of those police reports are public record, you can go read them for yourself. As far as I know only 3 of them were classified and sealed from public access which means there's still 400+ that can be read. There were newspaper reports of some of the attacks. And even though I don't own a TV so have never seen the tV news reports, I know those exist because there were so many TV station news reporters showing up in my yard with camera crews asking for interviews with me. This case is so damned well documented. It's utterly ridiculous to think there is a single person in Southern Maine who is so self absorbed and so oblivious that they have never heard of this case or any of the events that have happened within it in the last 18 fucking years!
But the worst part is, this my own church, a church I have been a member of for 48 fucking years, that is saying, they never heard of this! What the hell? There were more than 24 people from the Saco and Sanford Wards arrested by the FBI just since 2015, because of their involvement in this case. Several of them are still in prison. These people are really that oblivious that they didn't know I was in the hospital, they didn't know I was in a wheelchair, they didn't know my son was murdered, and they didn't noticed 24 members of their congregation disappeared because they went to prison for their involvement.
Really? Wow do these people really give a shit about their fellow congregation members or what? They not only didn't notice I was missing from meetings for 9 years because I am bedridden now, they also didn't notice 24 other members not in meetings because they are now in prison. Talk about dense numb skulls.
It appears the High Priest is back. You, Paul, have met the High Priest. You met him at WalMart. You met him at McDonalds, where you had a 4 hour long conversation with him. You met him my yard in Old Orchard when you visited a few days after the April 0, 2015 attack, and can I add here that you are the ONLY person since that happened, to ever once stop by and ask how I was doing, it’s you’re the only person I knew before the murder of my family, whom I still talk to. You ARE the only person, who ever showed you actually cared about what was going on.
Not one single member of my family or my church has ever stopped to see how I was doing, has ever asked online how I was doing.
But, since November 2021, Sanford Ward mormons have been showing up, all of them in wild raging infernos, and all of them talking about people and events I know nothing about, so I have no clue what any of them ae talking about, but they act like they think I know who the names they mention are, in particular they are cult-like worshiping someone names Todd Murphy whom I can only assume they have gotten mixed up with my beheaded cousin Tim Murphy of Pine Point district of Scarborough and Old Orchard Beach, somehow.
They showed up near daily from November 21, 2021 until May 17, 2022. They were lead on by two blond girls who looked like twins, and have mega long knee-length hair they kept in pony tails, and a smaller pudgier girl with a mint-green pixie hair cut. I don’t know these girls, they looked to be in their 20s. They are the same girls who spent the entire summer of 2021 harassing the homeless man who was living under the trestle bridge across the street from us. They would show up on bicycles every night around 1AM, chase him up out of the ravine, then chase him up the old back tracks along the dirt road to South Street, up towards your place. They did that every night for about 5 months, until he got hit by a freight train on Nov 19, 2021 at 6:27PM. They started attacking my and my family Nov 21, 2021, I think because they knew I had video footage of them harassing the homeless man and I think too they were pissed that I call the police when they killed him by cornering him at the bridge overpass so he couldn’t get out of the way of the oncoming train. Outside of them nightly harassing the homeless man, and then spending Nov 21, 2021 to May 17, 2002 chanting “Todd Murphy” in my driveway while vandalizing my car and apartment building, I’ve never seen these girls before of since. They seemed to have completely vanished May 17, 2022. Not seen them at all and the vandalism stopped cold turkey that day. I assume the police must have finally caught and arrested them, but the police never said they did, and in the past when someone harassed me, the police would always ask me to go to the station to ID them after the arrest.
In any case, the “Todd Murphy” dipshit bitches stopped harassing us May 17, 2022, and I heard no more of them, until this past month… only it’s not them showing up this time… this time it’s older people, elderly people in their 70s and 80s, members of the Sanford Ward Mormon church across the street from Curtis Lake Church… Curtis Lake Church being the congregation that shows up in my Old Orchard driveway with the “god hates fgs” signs and calling me a transvestite and calling my car gay, and marching around chanting “too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach”... several Curtis Lake members have been arrested by the FBI and gone to prison for their involvement in both the April 10, 2015 attack on my family and the headless Marsh girl. However, to date,, the killer has not been found, every one arrested so far has always been weird “cultist-like” gay-haters who are attacking people in the area while chanting “kill or be killed remember Saco Shaws” and then rambling gibbering about heads in ice cream. The people arrested, for 5 different local churches, are all outspoken in radically preaching a doctrine of beheading anyone suspected of being gay, while stating that they are doing so on god’s orders.
That’s why there has been so much difficultly in finding out who killed the marsh girl and my cousin Murphry and my family, because, it looks like it’s not just one person, but rather an entire group of people involved, and so far, all evidence has pointed to those 5 churches: Saco Ward, Sanford Ward, Grace Point, Curtis Lake, and New Life, all in Biddeford, Saco, or Sanford, and all run by just 2 families. One family runs 3, another family runs the other 2.
Anyways, I was just thinking, and I think I figured out why the Sanford Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints members are seemingly so clueless and unaware that I have been crippled and bedridden for nine years and why they were unaware that 24 members of their congregation have gone to prison, arrested by the FBI for being accomplices in the The Ouellette Murder Case aka The Cascade Murders aka The string of beheading on and around Portland Ave, Ross Rd, and Cascade Rd the past twenty years, which included the headless girl I found in the Scarborough Marsh, my cousin Timmy Murphy whom I found headless on the Ross and Cascade Rod crossroads, the beheading of my own foster children… Ben is the common link to all of them.
Ben, as you know, has severe dissociative identity disorder, that was brought on when his brother Willy commit suicide.
Ben has seven different, very distinctive different “people” living in him, that we know of, there could be moe then 7. Etiole is the one most locals are familiar with, though he does not call himself Etiole, Etiole being a name locals dubbed him. However, there is the High Priest, who is the one you, Paul, are personally most familiar with.
I’ve not seen the High Priest since April 10, 2015. Ben WAS there the day of the attack, he was also attacked… the attackers had me, my mother, one of my brothers, and Ben, all on the ground with guns to our heads, while they use a weird looking long pole with a piano wire-like loop on the end, to cu the heads off of everyone else who was there. Me, my mother, one of my brothers, and Ben, were the only ones to walk out of that attack alive. Ben’s favorite daughter Bella was one of the ones beheaded. His mind snapped, because, he recognized one of the attackers as “Rick”... When the attackers arrived, Ben ran up to one of them and said “Rick! What are you doing here?” Ben does have a friend named Rick… I know Rick. Rick is a very violent, vicious spouse abuser. His wife Paula used to come to church been to a pulp every week. Broken arms, broken legs, broken nose, black eyes. It went on for years. She finally divorced him and fled to Utah when he beat and nearly killed their teenage son. Rick has beaten me up, right in the Sanfard Ward church building. He’s a major bully, a huge bigot, and an extreme white power racists. Rick WAS there April 10, 2015… he didn’t have a white pillow case over his head like the rest of them did, but I don’t kow if he was a part of the attack or not, I was too busy trying to fight the bastard who was holding me own with a pistol in my face, to notice what Rick was doing. It was Rick though, his face in unmistakable… he has no face. Elephant man disease, I think you cal it, but you can’t mistake Rick, and he WAS in my yard April 10, 2015 the day my family was murdered, I just don’t know what he was doing there or if he was involved in the attack or not.
The thing is, something snapped in Ben that day. ALL 7 of his multiple personalities vanished, including the High Priest, thankfully. You know how bad the High Preist could get, you met him several times.
Ben left the Mormon church. I don’t know what triggered him more: his favorite daughter Bella being beheaded in front of him or his best friend Rick, seeming to be the one leading the charge ahead of estimated 74 people in white robes and white pillow cases over their heads.
In either case, Ben has developed a server hatred for the Mormon church and refuses to set foot in a Mormon church building… he who was High Priest Quorum Leader of the Sanford ward for so many decades.
The thing about the High Priest, was he was everything so far the opposite of who Ben, my husband, actually is.
The High Priest Quorum Leader of the Sanford ward boldly proclaims to be a virgin. Ben in not a virgin. Not even close. He had a prostitute problem back in the 1980s when I met him.
The High Priest Quorum Leader of the Sanford ward boldly proclaims to not be married, yet Ben and I got married on the Old Orchard Beach Pier August 13, 1987, so he’s been married several decades and still is, we don’t live together because he’s terrified of the Bishop finding out he has a wife. Keeping in mind Mormons don’t forbid priests from marrying, however Ben grew up extreme strict Catholic and his brother is the current leader of Opis Dia and he has to keep up appearances of being a Catholic Priest for his brother, from times when he visites from Italy, which happens a few times a year. Ben became a High priest in the Mormon church, but then goes to several local Catholic churches when his brother is in America, so that he can say he’s a High Priest without lying about it, and keeps his brother thinking he’s Catholic High Priest when he’s actually a Mormon High Priest. In other words, Ben lives a very big double life of trying to juggle his priesthood in two religions, hiding it from each other religion, while also maintaining a (very annoyed) wife (me) that he hides from BOTH religions.
Which is WHY, I’m allowed to PUBLICLY be friends with you, because it helps him to keep up the facade of “see, I’m not married, she hangs around with Paul”, which yes, that IS what Ben tells people at church about you.
Yes, Ben is a dick, I am very aware of this.
But, here’s the thing… Ben TELLS ME he is no longer in contact with any Mormons whatsoever, claims he hates, them, claims he shuns them, claims he’s not spoken to any of them since April 10, 2015…. HOWEVER… he was caught in July 2022, giving one of the Sanford Ward Mormons a ride to the store…. And Rick specifically, has been one the phone with him, when I came in the room and he thought I was elsewhere, causing Be to run around in a panic, knock his glasses off, break them by stepping on them, all while Rick was screaming out of the phone, “Ben, ya there? What happened? What’s going on?”
It appears the High Priest is back…. However, I suspected this in November 2021… the High Priest uses specific pontificating phraseology that none of Ben’s other personalities use…. And on november 24, 2021, the same night the Sanfard Ward Mormons were here cutting the wires off our Biddeford apartment building, Ben started talking like the High Priest again. It’s really distinctive. Normal people don’t talk in long winded drawn out droning, monologuing pontifications about Jesus, and of Ben’s 7 known people living inside him, the High Priest is the only ne who does this. Ben was here and witnessed the wire cutting event, he even went out side and talked to the crowd of “Todd Murphy” chanting lunatics to try to talk to them… and,... he said one of them is Todd Murphy’s grandmother from the Sanford Ward. Ben indicated at that point that he knew who Todd Murphy was, but since then, has denied knowing who Todd Murphy is. But, he came in, and told me outright that “I know her from the Sanfard Ward, she’s Todd Murphy’s grandmother”..
Each of the 7 people who live in Ben have no knowledge or memory of the other 6, and when one of the 7 does or says something, none of the other 6 have any memory of doing or saying those things.
It appears that The High Priest knows Todd Murphy, not only that, but also knows the attackers who came here daily from November 21, 2021 to May 17, 2022… and it looks like Ben, in his High Preist version of himself, is the one who told them where I live and is the one who worked them into a frenzy to begin with.
I have video footage of the homeless man who died Nov 19, 2021… a LOT of it. He knew Ben. That was obvious. Me and Ben were walking Main Street every night the summer of 2021 and the homeless man from under the trestle bridge would stop to talk to us a few times a week. And those weren’t just videos, those were Twitch livestreams so everyone watching my channel saw this homeless man stop and talk to Ben… he said he knew us. I did not recognize him, but Ben… I don’t know… Ben acted like he did know the homeless man, but didn’t want me to know it, so he told the homeless man he was mistaken. But people around local are saying that thie homeless man who kept showing up in my videos IS Todd Murphy, they say they saw my videos and it was Todd Murphy in my videos.
I am finding this whole thing very confusing… because NOW… even though I have video footage of Ben talking to the homeless man, Ben now claims, he never saw the homeless man at all and tells me I’m delusional. That's what he said: Ben said: “Your delusional, there was no homeless man” and, yet hundreds of people, many of them local, saw those videos of Ben talking to the homeless man. Which means, the man Ben was when he was walking with mt summer 2021,is NOT the man he is right now… and… either this a new 8th personality Ben has recently developed, or, it’s the High Priest back, but being deliberately sneaky to try to hide the fact that he’s the High Priest… which is odd, because before now, NONE of Ben’s multiple personalities have ever showed any signs of acknowledging any of the others, and the High Priest trying to high he’s the High Priest by trying to act like a different person, indicates the High Priest DOES remember and IS AWARE of the other personalities.
As you are well aware, I HATE the High Priest. I want nothing to do with him. I never would have married Ben if I had ever encountered his High Priest alter ego before marrying him.
June 26, 2016… FBI Agent Andy Drewer asked me to meet him at his Portland office on Middle St. He had… info. And a new primary suspect. Ben, specifically his High Priest alter ego, is the FBI’s #1 suspect in being the inforat, who told the golf club attackers I was at BugLight Lighthouse November 14, 2013. The FBI has phone records. I told only 3 people, where I was going that night: my mother, my father, and Ben. I told them only 5 minutes before I left, because I had been sick earlier and had previously told everyone I was not going to that event at the college. According to the FBI, my parents and step father Wayne Whiyyen, never left Biddeford, they continued to argue all night, and the FBI knows this because my father had hired a private investigator to tail Wayne, and so they have a lot of evidence as to where 2 of the 3 were. Ben on the other hand, called his friend Rick, the same Rick who was in my yard April 10, 2015… Minutes after I left my dad’s Water St apartment and drive to Southern Maine Community College, November 14, 2013… Ben called Rick. Rick drove to Ben’s house. And the two of them together left.
FBI Agent Andy Drewer had one question: “How well do you trust Ben? Because right now, he’s our primary suspect.”
They believe Ben told Rick, I was pregnant with someone else’s baby and Rick is the one who sent the golf club women to deliberately kill my baby.
Why do they believe this?
Because between 1987 and 2013 I have had 7 miscarriages, something that can be proven… Ben ins the only man I’ve ever been with. It’s not possible for anyone else to be the father. This was my 8th pregnancy by Ben and he was at the time running around accusing me of cheating on him with Etiole. The thing is… he IS the one people call Etiole… but his D.I.D. means he things Etiole is someone else, he doesn’t believe its him, because none of his personalities have any memory of each other.
Ben is a total nightmare to live with because I never know from one day to the next, who the hell he is going to be that day.
Ben has denied every pregnancy. Why? His exact words are: “I wouldn’t. I am a High Priest. What would the Bishop think?”
According to the FBI too, Ben, behind my back, runs around from one LDS/Mormon congregation to the next tell people that I am quote: “An unrhightious, unfaithful aunty-Mormon who puts the church down.”
Interestingly, I have been a member of the Mormon church since 1975. Ben joined in the 1980s. Ben left the church in 2015. I am still a member.
My FATHER is an extremist anti-Mormon, who preaches hatred for the Mormon church. Not me. Kenny, my father, is the anti-Mormon. My father, is such a huge radical extremist anti-Mormon that he has gone on to convince my mother, a 5th generation Mormon who is related to one of Smith’s poly-wives, to leave the church. She left the Mormon church in 1994 and joined up with some anti-Mormon group lead by some woman named Tanner or something. My mother, took her anti-Mormonis to extremes far above and beyond my father, taking to FaceBook and a forum called exMormon something and went total psycho nutjob anti-Mormon conspiracy theory all over the internet through the late 1990s into the 200s and still does it to this day now in 2023, preaching her wild anti-Mormon conspiracy theories now 27 years. In 3 years it’ll be her 30th anniversary of her wild mega hyper anti-Mormon rampage, with my father cheering her on and needling her forward the whole way in a weird Bonnie and clyde style vendetta attack everyone who is a Mormon hate fueled bigotry.
I on the other hand, am still a Mormon, have never had anything to do with the anti-Mormon movement, and, was shocked to learn from the FBI, that, the anti-Mormon rumors about me online are massive, and spread largely by members of the Saco and Sanfard Wards, with their info being just misinformation they regurgitate after talking to Ben, my mother, or my father.
Apparently, because I am bedridden and crippled, since 2013, and thus have had no way to get to church these past nine years, this, my absence in church meetings, after 48 years of never once missing a meeting, has allowed my mother, my father, and Benn to be able to spread wild anti-Mormon rumors about me, with the 3 of them going to my church, the Sandford Ward, and telling the church leaders that I’m not in church because I’ve turned anti-Mormon.
And yet, it is Ben who is the biggest anti-Mormon of all… he’s actual friends with that Tanner woman. My parents only run around preaching the Tanner woman’s message, Ben, actually sought her out and became personal friends with her and helps the Tanner woman one on one…. And he brags about this all the time.
I’m sick of hearing all the anti-Mormon Tanner woman bullcrap from Ben and my father and my mother so, whenever any of the three of them start chiding me for being a Mormon and telling me how evil and deceived I am because I refuse to leave the Mormon church, I just put my headphones on and listen to Markiplier YouTube videos and, ignore them.
I don’t hate the Mormon church like Ben, my mother, and my father do, so I am fed up with them constantly bitching at me because I’m a Mormon. Which is why I’ve not spoken to my father in 3 years even though we live in the same apartment, and was a contributing factor to why I blocked my mother on FaceBook in 203 and have had no contact with her at all offline since… though that hasn’t stopped her from showing up, trespassing, and hounding me.
Ben, is far worse then my mother or my father combined… since 2015, he has hand written thousands of anti-Mormon letters to every church leader he can find, local, not local, all the heads in Utah… and he bought a dozen cases, each case with 144 books in it, cases of Ket Kerr’s books and daily mails them out to every member on every rouster list of every ward in the Exiter and Augusta stakes, using his position as High Priest Quorum leader to get the home addresses of every Mormon in Southern Maine and New Hampshire, mailing all of them aunty-Mormon letters and copies of Kat Kerr’s books. Ben, as you know, has more money then he knows what to do with, and right now, he’s spreading thousands of dollars every day, just on the postage stamps to mail Kat Kerr’s books and his anti-Mormon letters to every local Mormon he can find.
And so, I knew he was mailing out the Kat Kerr books… but, until FBI agent Andy Drewer told me, I did not know that Ben and my mother and my father, having been putting MY NAME of the letters they are mailing out to people, and the three of them, through impersonating me, have got my church, the Sanford Ward, and it’s sister church, the Saco Ward, 100% convinced that I stopped attending church because I’mm now an anti-Mormon who hates the church, and that’s why my church, the Sanford Ward, and it’s sister church, the Saco Ward, are both unaware that I have NOT left the church, but rather I’m bedridden and crippled and have no one to help me get to church.
And so, now I’m finding out, that Ben, my mother, and my father, working together, according to the FBI, seem to be the fuel that is, and has been for several years, the fuel working locals up into a frenzy… including, they are the ones who are getting the Atwaters riled up, my being an Atwater, and the Atwaters further fueling locals on top of what Ben, my mother, and my father are doing.
What is their motive?
I ask them.
My father says he’s doing it to impress my mother so she’ll remarry him.
My mother says she’s doing it because I need to sell my land and give her the money so she can buy a house in Kennebunk.
Ben says he’s doing it because Mormons are led astray by Satan and he has to save my soul from Hell.
I’m so sick of all of them.
You know, one of the things I find most weird about the Atwaters is that so many of them seem to think I know them, even though I have never met them, nor even know any of their names.
Of the original twelve, I have only ever met five of them. And while I know Danny, I don’t even know the names of his siblings. I met Angelia once when she was twelve, at a Halloween party at the Cape Elizabeth Ward LDS Church, and then I saw her for about 2 minutes before she left. And Danny I only met when I was 37 years old and I only saw him about 10 times, back when my mother was trying to scam him out of his money from being hit by a train… which I didn’t know that was why she was visiting him, until a few years later when she had a big rant about how she wouldn’t visit him any more because he was, in her words “stingy and greedy” because he refused to give her the money to “use as a downpayment for a house in Kennebunk”. I should have known that was why she was visiting him, as that’s the only reason she ever does anything. She’s obsessed with trying to by that $3.7million mansion by the Wedding Cake House, and has been trying to scam relatives out of money for a downpayment on it for decades now… it was her reason for her involvement in the backhoe that her brother Joey hired to drive over my house. She and Joey figured I’d sell my land if there was no house on it. They didn’t exect me to set up a lean to made out of a 8x6 tarp and just spend the next 9 years living under that.
I met Doris once when she was squatting illegally on my land back in 1996. Took me and the Old Orchard Beach Police 9 months to get them out. I only ever saw her one day. She had 4 military tents, the size houses, 2 Winobegos and a Cadillac, that they illegally dumped on top of my corn crops, along with more then 600 bicycles, and 2 school buses full of sawed up copper pipes. Took us 9 months to find out who in the hell was living there and dumping that garbage on m land, and it turned out it was Doris. Only time I ever saw her, was one day, for about 15 minutes.
I remember Micheal, Tonya, and Scotty from before the caged years, but, I was put in the cage hen I was 8 years old, so I’ve not seen then since I was 8.
Once every year, usually on September 19th, David and Lucy would show up with a herd of incredibly violent gun toting vandals who would go through our farm and use shovels to chop the heads off all our pet cats, dogs, hens, ducks, and roosters. They were kill 200 to 500 of our pets every year in this anuel bloodbath on my farm. I don’t know who the hoodlums were. David said they were his kids, but he also said he had 15 kids and there were WAY more then 15 people involved in the annual Sptember 19 boodbaths… way more, closer to 100. Brucie said once that it was not JUST Davivd’s kids, but also a group known as The Halls. I don’t know who any of them were, but the police showed up every time, trying to get them out, and they always had huge shootouts with the police every year. It’s why I have a massive phobia of guns. A bunch of them were arrested in 1982, when that time the state police drg team showed up and arrested them and confincasted meth, marhawana, opium, and LSD
I know Dickie, Brucie, David, and Barbara because they were the ones that helped my mother build that room, that they locked me in when I was 8 years old, right after my Grammy Hellen Ricker’s funeral. They kept me in there for 27 years. One of the 4 of them would show up every 12 days to throw rotted molded food in the cracks between the boards. They are the only 4 Atwaters I know, and I only know them from their weekly coming into the room to beat me up, torture me. They are the five who raised me and said I was not Human, said I was a Demon and that I wasn’t allowed out of that room because Demons weren’t allowed to have contact with Humans.
I was 12 years old when the High Priest found out about that room, and he took me out every Sunday to go to church, and then took me back to that room after.
No one ever told me I was a Human and was allowed to go outside or talk to Humans until the social workers showed up when I was 31 years old. They are the ones who started using the term “feral child” to describe me and they to this day are still trying to “integrate me into Human culture” but two of them say they have given up on trying to convince me I am Human, they say there is little chance of my mind ever fully grasping the concept of being human because it’s too difficult to undo the three decades of Brucie, David, Dickie, Barbara, and my mother doing their “child social experiment” (as the social workers call it) to raise me to believe I was not human. They said the bigger problem is the fact that almost immediately after I was rescued out of that room/cage they kept me locked in for 27 years, the 2006 bomb blew up my house, which the FBI says it was Barbara’s husband Paul Martel who did that, but I don’t know why, as I never met him or even knew about him prior to the FBI arresting him, and the backhoe arrived to drive over my house 5 different times over the next 10 years, same back hoe, same yard, different house each time, as I kept rebuilding houses. Then I found that headless girl in the marsh with all the headless dogs and the FBI thinks one of the Atwaters did it seeing how the headless dogs were lined up in a row from my land to the march, each dog about 500 feet apart (for some reason the Saco and Sanford ward church members forget my land in Old Orchard abuts the Scarborough Marsh and is right on the edge of OOB bordering Pine Point in Scarborough. And that the dead girl in the Scarborough marsh was literally only a few hundred feet away from my driveway… they keep asking why I am obsessed with the Oulette Case, but they forget I’m the one who found the dead girl in the Marsh and that she was set up in a friging ritual pose, practically on my front lawn AND the FBI thinks the whole thing was done in some weird attempt by the Atwaters to frame me, so that I would go to prison for murder and they culd take my land… which it’s always my land and the Atwater obsession with taking it that is at the core of everything)
But in any case, the social workers say that because these events were my very first interactions with Humans, that it instilled in me an psychosis effect of further belief in not being human because I had trouble accepting the fact that I am the same type of creature as the monsters humans are, because, yeah, all I’ve ever seen from humans is death, bloodshed, violence and distruction. I have no reason to WANT to be integrated into a society that leaves headless dogs and headless girls in my front yard.
But then 2013, came along…. Social workers got me into college in 2010, in an attempt to show me that ONLY the Atwaters were shitty bloodthirsty bastards and that MOST humans don’t drop dead headless animals all over their houses and yards the way the Atwares do. And they were right. Humans in college were nothing like the Atwaters and their drug dealing, petty thieve, ganster thugs. The social workers and police keep telling me that this sort of behavior is not normal and that it is ONLY something the Atwaters and their friends do, that normal humans don’t act, do, or say the things the Atwaters do.
But then, I’m constantly running into people who make the claim to “know all about” me and they will spout off this weird freaked out stuff about witchcraft and curses and spelcasting and aliens and ufos and, I’m left totally clueless because I don’t know a single thing at all about witchcraft or curses or spellcasting or aliens or ufo, and I can’t figure out why these people think I have the faintest idea what the fuck they are even talking about.
They’ll say they thought I was some expert in casting curses and say they want to hire me to cast curses on people, and they act like spell casting is some sort of job I do. I don’t know heads or tails about spell casting.
They’ll say, “But your the sea witch of Old Orchard Beach”... yeah, people have been calling me that ever since Stephen King filmed Thinner on my land back in the early 1990s, but, I’ve never read a Stephen King book or seen a Stephen King movie, not even Thinner, so, I haven’t got a clue what is in his books and movies. All I know is he based some “Gypsy witch” in Thinner off me, because I’m the “Queen” (aka Priestess) of a local Gypsy clan. A Gypsy Queen is similar to a Catholic Nun in the Folk Catholicism of Mexico and has nothing to do with witches, witchcraft, spells, or curses, so I don’t know what the fuck Stephen King did in the Thinner movie to make people think I’m some kind of spell casting witch, but, people seem to have trouble understanding that the Thinner movie is FICTIONAL. I’m not a witch and I don’t know the first thing about witches or witchcraft. I haven’t got a clue how to cast spells or curses. And I can’t figure out why so many total random strangers think they can walk up to me at WalMart or Rotary Park or the library and demand I cast some curse on someone for them.
But, when these people do this, and it happens EVERY SINGLE TIME I go outside, which I have agoraphobia, so it’s sometimes weeks or months between my setting foot outside, every single time I go out, some one always identifies me as a witch and watches a curse cast.
At the same time I’ve got these UFO nuts constantly coming up to me asking me this or that about some weird ass alien ufo idea, and I never have a clue what they are talking about, They use all sorts of weird ass words and phrases that I’ve never heard before and gibber on like another language which I can’t understand… but then they act all surprised that I don’t know the meanings of the words they are using, and they’ll say: “But I thought you were supposed to be a top expert on UFOs and alien abductions” and I’m like what the hell are they even talking about and how the hell would anyone in their right mind come to think that I would believe in ufos or aliens, when I think people who believe in ufos and aliens are raving lunatics, my uncle Brucie being a perfect example of a raving lunatic who believes in aliens and ufos.
I don’t get it.
But then, every time this happened, and it just happened again today, because, as you know I’ve not received any mail since May 2022 and I went to the post office yet again today to once again ask where the hell is my mail… and low and behold, I can’t set foot outside without some alien believing, curse believing freak ass weirdo nutjob showing up to ask me to put a curse on someone while gibbering about ufos.
I ask him, where the hell did he get the ludacris idea that I was a witch, that I cast curses, or that I believed in aliens, nd he said: “Well, your mother says on FaceBook…” yeah, my mother is a freaking nut, which is why I’ve had nothing to do with her in decades. She’s a white power freak who runs around calling black people the n-word, is part of the anti-vaccer micro-chip in vaccines conpreracy theory, wouldn’t let me or my brothers go to school because in her words “the government controls the schools, and satan controls the government”, SHE spends 90% of her time running around putting curses on people, all she does is talk about whores and demons, demons and whores, every other word out of her mouth is either demon or whore. And the only time she ever shows up its because she’s trying to pul yet another lame ass scam to try to steal my land because she hated my grandmother and says it’s her life duty to destroy everything that”ever bolgned to that old bitch of a whore” including the farm I inherted from gramy Helen. My mother is spiteful, violent, vindictive, and has a police record for running around beating people in the face with bricks. On top of all of that she’s chronic liar and I’ve never heard a truthful word come out of her mouth.
I am well aware that my mother is the source of 90% of the problem, simply because she’s the biggest fucking gossip in Southern Maine, after he sister Barbara, and the two of them are rather famous all over Maine for thei trouble they have caused HUNDREDS of families. They are petty Karens who devote every minute of their lives to making up vicsious rumors and lies about every person they see, both people they know and people they don’t know.
And thanks to the FBI investigation into the murder of my on, I’ve found out a LOT about both my mother and Barbara and the bizarre, outlandish extremes they each have gone to in their petty vindictivness.
But the fact remains, I’ve not had contact with either of those bitches in several decades, precisely because I am sick and tired of their endless hate for everything and everyone around them. They both do nothing but gossip and lie, lie and gossip, and run around like a couple of teenage brats making a game out of seeing who they can hurt next … they fucking brag about it and spend hours laughing over how fun it is to destroy families.
It doesn’t take any level of intelligence to see that the dynamic trio (Barbara, Brucie, and my mother) are the source of every damn rumor about everyone in York County, Maine.
It’s such a big problem that I’ve had people come to my apartment and ask me if I could ask my mother and her siblings to leave their family alone. The fucking Biddeford Police have stopped by my apartment to ask me if I could do anything about my mother, that’s how I found out it was HER who knows Todd Murphey, because the police came right out and told me that my mother has been harassing Todd Murphey’s ex-wife and 15 year old son on their FaceBook accounts and wanted to know if I could ask her to stop.
No. I can’t. And you know why? Because when I asked her to stop spreading witchcraft and curse casting rumors about me, she arrived the next day and cut my car in half! The 1964 Dodge 330… she said it had a demon in it and she had to kill the demon by killing the car. What the fuck? She’s fucking insane!
And worse… half the time, these people will tell me some name I never heard of. Say this or that person told them I was a witch who cast curses or was some alien expert, and I’ll ask them who the hell is that, and they’ll say: “Oh that’s one of Brucie’s kids” or “David’s kids” or a grandkid… and I’ll point ou that I’ve NEVER EVEN MET Brucie's kids or Davids kids or ANY of the rest of the Atwares.
There are more then four hundred Atwaters, and I’ve meet EXACTLY SEVEN of them in my life time. I don’t even know the names of all the original twelve, let alone the names of their kids or grandkids… why would I? Most of them live in Utah and I’ve not set foot outside of Maine for nearly SIXTY YEARS!
I’ve never in my entire life even talked with an Atwter, not face to face off line, not online.
Because I’ve never even seen pictures of any of the Atwaters, I wouldn’t even know an Atwater if I saw one!
And yet, they run around spouting off things I supposedly said or did, and make the claim I’ve talked to them… and I’m just left wondering who the fuck is running around talking to the Atwaters while pretending to be me, because I don’t even know who the Atwaters are!
Clearly, there is someone out there pretending to be me and the Atwaters think they are talking to me, but they are NOT talking to me, I’m not talking to them, and I want to know in the the fuck is running around pretending to be me?
Its so damned fucking obvious the Atwaters don’t know one iota about me, just by the level of the ludicrous witchcraft, curse, alien, and ufo lies they spread around about me!
I should be able to go to my post office, go shopping, heck just walk down my driveway to get my mail, without being bombarded with stupid ass freaks gibbering about witches, curses, demons, aliens, and ufos! I am so damned sick of my mother and her fucking Atwater relatives…
You know, another thing that’s fucked up about all this and again is my mother running around lying her ass off to hell and back, yet again… is this whole situation with HER cats.
The attack on my family, happened the same day as the whole thing with her cats, and she is so obsessed with the cats, that she has gone out of her way to run around telling people that when I talk about April 10, 2025, I’m talking about HER cats… but, in order to further promote that lie, she also tells people they were MY cats! What the fuck?
You know that Nick guy my mother sleeps around with? The one she broke up his marriage, convinced him to leave his wife and kids down in Mass and move up here to Maine, because she was scamming him… the guy she stole his credit card and went and bought that shed she put on my land, and bought those $2k dogs with, and bought those appliances with, and bought that tractor with, before that Nick guy found out she stole his credit cards? Him.
Did you know, she convinced him that she owned MY land in Old Orchard Beach, and she tried to get him to join her scam, and pretend he was a real estate agent, and my mother and her pimp Nick tried to sell my land last year… and this is not the first time she’s done this.
Did you know, that in 2007, she went to the town hall, pretending to be me, had them divide my land into sections, and then sold one section? That’s why Don Cooliard and his sister have a house in my driveway now… something they built in 2019… and it was when they built the house in 2019, that was when I found out my shit face mother and her jackass whore master Nick, sliced off a peice of my land in 2007 and sold it!
I had no idea they had done it!
That’s the kind of shit faced scum bag scam artist my mother and her fuck buddy Nick are!
But it gets worse.
My mother had 83 cats… eighty three cats.
And she was hiding 113 of them in an apartment owned by this Nick scammer. He found out she had cats in her apartment… guess what day… April 14, 2015. The day before the attack on my farm.
Here’s a thing… did you know there were no locks on the doors of my motorhome? Not one. I bought it February 21, 2012, and first thing I did was took all the locks off, because I have a PTSD phobia of locks, after my mother kept me locked in the room cage thing for 27 years.
And yet… when the vandals showed up with a Blow Brothers sewage truck to fill my motorhome with 500 gallon of raw feces, they had to pry a padlock off the door to get inside. A padlock, that I did not put there.
Do you know how that padlock got there? My mother put it there the night before, when she took HER thirteen cats, and shoved them in my motorhome, without telling me she was doing it… because she had to hide them from Nick.
People often ask, why, I a professional artist whom has had displayed at the Portland Museum of art… don't paint anymore.
It’s because paint supplied are expensive, and 500 gallons of raw human feces not only did $10k in damages to my bedroom, it also destroyed $30k in art materials.
But it gets worse… my mother was two timing Nick with both my father Kenny and her other ex husband Wayne… and on top of that, she was mad at Wayne, so, it turns out, that 7 of those cats were HIS cats, and she had stolen them from HIM…. so not only was she hiding thirteen cats from Nick, but seven of those cats were stolen cats besides!
She put the cats in my motorhome, them, because she is fueding with ALL her whore master fuck buddy men, one of them, the FBI hasn’t figured out which one yet, filled my motorhome with feces out of a Blow Brother’s sewage truck (my cousin Ken Blow is my neighbour, they stole one of his trucks to do it) , and then called the police and told them that the motorhome was HERS, because my mother had been running around telling everybody it was hers, she these guys thought they were pumping sewage into my mother’s bedroom and didn’t know they were pumping sewage into my bedroom.
But, because they DID know that she had put the cats in there, and they were made at both her and Wayne, they thought if they called the police, the police would arrest her and Wayne…
,...however, the gays haters of the local Mormon churches ALSO showed up that same morning, a completely separate incident from the cats, to attack my family, because, earlier that year, I had published a gay Romance novel, called Night of the Screaming Unicorn, and these gay hating church freaks, decided murdering my family was punishment for me publishing a Gay Romance novel.
A fucking five towns worth of police, including a SWAT team showed up… the white robed klan pretenders fled, thep police found the cats, I was left asking “What cats? What are you even talking about?” Later an officer asked me if I knew the cats, and I said, “Yeah, these ones belong to my step father Wayne up in Biddeford and those ones belong to my on the other side of Bideford, how the hell did they get in my motorhome?”
And the court cases people talk about… there where SEVEN different court cases going on all at once, including the Guy Gamon murder trail because he murdered my dog walker who walked my dog when I was sick, which was the big case, that uncovered he was a serial rapist, and went on for several years and included a jury trial.
The murder trail of my family was also going on. Different court case.
And then, my MOTHER had a court case going on with police over the cats, which, in the middle of that, she spun it around, started telling people the cats were mine, and the next thing I knew, there were TWO MORE court cases slapped on me, that I knew nothing about… both an extension of the cat case my mother had going on, because 2 weeks into HER court case about HER cats that SHE hid from Nick in MY motorhome, she had Nick convince the police to switch the case out of her name into my name, because she had convinced Nick that the cats were mine! So all of a sudden, I get this weird court case about HER cats slapped on me, on top of the three murder cases and rape case, that were already going on.
The cat court case lasted less then an hour before the judge threw it out of court, telling some Dan guy that if he ever tried to pull a stunt like this again (apparently he worked for the Old Orchard Beach town hall and had pulled scam court cases to frame disabled women before, because the judge told the Dan guy that this was the 64th bogus case he had done to try to steal land from disabled women in OOB)...... but… the judge was asking me about the cats, and I keep telling him, I don’t know anything about the cats because they were not my cats, they were my mother’s cats, and I still had no clue how they had even gotten in my motorhome in Old Orchard Beach, 14 miles away from Nick’s apartment in Biddeford where they had been for several years before that. Finally the judge asked if someone could get my mother to the court house, and surprisingly she showed up… with Nick of all people… and she boo-hooed to the court about the cats being mine, and my being homeless and living under a tarp (I was still living under the tarp in 2015, but not at the time of the attack… I had just moved in with my dad in Biddeford March 31, 2015 due to I have just come out of intensive surgery and the doctor wanted me to not be sleeping outdoors for the next 6 months because I had intensive amounts of surgery to heal from, so I wasn’t in Old Orchard the day my mother put HER cats in my motorhome and that’s why I had no clue the cats were in there).
Well, the judge got mad at my mother, because it was blatantly obvious to him that the cats were hers, because she was using all the cats’ names, while I didn’t know the cats’ names, and she was describing what they looked like and what breeds and ages they were, while I didn’t know what half the cats looked like, Three of the cats I had never even seen before, and I didn’t know their names. I didn’t know how many cats there were!
The judge outright told my mother to her face that she ought to be ashamed of what she did, framing me and pretending the cats were mine, and he sent the cats to the West Kennebunk Animal Shelter, something we knew right there in the court room, but in order to get pity, and money (my mother started a fund raiser on one of those kickstarter type places) saying she needed to raise money to locate the cats. What the fuck? We knew where the cats were. They were at the West Kennebunk Animal Shelter… she even went there to try to get them back… asked me to drive her there in my car, took Wayne with her because the cats were technically HIS cats that she stole from him… I have the whole thing on video camera, it was livestreamed… she had a big fucking fight with the people at the shelter and they told her they’s arrest her if she ever tried to get near their shelter again.
After that, she built up this weird ass conspiracy that the cats were sent to lots of shelters and foster care… which they probably were., I don’t know… and she went from one animal shelter to the next harassing them.
Meanwhile, her friend Joel Baily hacks my Twitter account and uses it to harass, yet another of my mother’s whore master men that she sluts around with trying to get money out of… some guy named Mark, who I never heard of before, but apparently, he’s been friends with my mother AND my father for some forty odd years, even though I myself had never seen or heard of him before. And yes, the same Joel Bailey from the Saco Ward and Old Orchard Beach town hall who went to prison for hacking the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall bank account and transferring $30MILLION in OOB tax money to members of the Saco Ward church… who it turns out, most of them were the anti-gay attackers in my yard April 10, 2015, which is why 24 members of that church went to prison between 2016 and 2021.
So, I’m still unable to do anything because, you know, still recovering from major spine surgery, because of the golf club attack that murdered my son in 2013, three years earlier, I didn;t have surgery until 2015 and 2016., because of the fucking red tape the USA medical system runs on… here I am, not online at all since November 14, 2013, so I have not yet told anyone about any of the April 10, 2015, and come January 2016, all of a sudden, there’s the Mark guy who crawls out of the woodwork, with yet another court case, this one claiming I was saying stuff on Twittrer about him… and yet, I had never heard of this guy before AND I hadn’t been online since November 14, 2013, so what the fuck? Who the hell is hacking my Twitter account pretending to be me, while harassing this guy I never even heard of before. But by this point FBI Agent Andy Drwer had taken over the whole case, and by June 2016, he found out, yeah,:” it’s your mother’s friends from the Saco Ward church. She’s convinced them the cats were yours and that you need to be punished for animal abuse, that you didn’t even do, by hacking your accounts and framing you” Great. So yet again, my mother and her cat obsession and her Atwater friends, and her Saco ward friends, and her fcck buddies are at the core of all of this, with them once again, putting my name on something I fucking had no part of and didn’t even know anything about! What the fuck!
This court case was ALL livestreamed, you can go watch it on YouTube. The Cat Court case was also live streamed. You can watch that on YouTube too. The murder court cases and the rape court cases, also livestreamed. You can watch them on YouTube too. And then on top of that, was the Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach Court case with the Old Orchard Bach Town Hall… also livestreamed, you can watch that on YouTube as well.
My mother, Nick. all these Saco Ward church people, the Dan guy, the Mark guy, the Gene guy… they are ALL on livestream… the judges, the police officers, the witnesses, the DA, even the FBI agents… all recorded, all livestreamed on Twich, all archived on YouTube, all SEVEN court cases, every day of every trial. You can go watch them all yoursel and see the truth, instead of listening to siller gossip and rumors started by my mother and her Nick buddy trying to cover their asses for trying to steal my land YET AGAIN, via the cats.
But have you ever noticed it is ONLY my mother and Nick talking about the cats in connection to April 10, 2015… do you notice how I never talk about the cats, because… oh look… they were NOT my cats, they were my MOTHER’S cats and that’s why SHE is talking about them?
Did you also notice how, in order to make people believe the cats were mine, that both my mother and Nick, are going out of their way to try to erase the existence of my family that was murdered that same day?
Did you notice how in order to push THEIR cat agenda, my mother and Nick are are doing a major gaslighting move to try to make everyone FORGET what happened two years earlier on November 14, 2013, the day my son was murdered and my spine was broken?
Did you notice how my mother and Nick are trying to use THEIR cats as a slight of hand move, so people wouldn’t see that they DID steal and sell part of my land to Don Colliard in 2007 nd that they tried to sell another section of my land in March 2015… yes, yet another court case which was going on, BEFORE the cats happened, and that the FBI believes my mother and Nick pulled the cat stunt deliberately to try to make people look the other way and forget that she and Nick tried to steal my land only 2 weeks prior to the cat event? Or that she and Nick tried for a THIRD time to steal and sell my land April 2022…
Know the truth.
Those cats were not mine, they never were, and I’m sick and tired of the jack ass fucking animal abuse rumors and lies my mother and Nick are spreading about me… lies that they are spreading ONLY to try to cover up the fact that they were trying to steal my land, to sell my land, so my mother could by some fucking mansion in Kennebunk.
Well guess what… my son is buried on my land, He’s been buried there since November 2013, and it doesn’t matter that there is no house on my land, because my son’s there and I’m never selling it. And my mother and he Nick and Saco Ward and Atwater friends are bunch of fucking scum bags who don’t give a shit about anything but the damned fucking money they think they can get out of my land.
So, we have confirmation that yes, our mail IS being stolen from 146 Portland Ave. As you already know, we have not received mail since May 2022 and it is now March 2023, it's nearly a year. Post office has just been saying "we are short drivers" and has not looked into it... so we went over the heads of the local Old Orchard Beach post office and went to the distribution center, and told the state post master what was going on, they got in touch with our delivery driver, and he has delivered our mail every day, all year, and is baffled because the post office had not alerted him that we were not getting our mail. So, YES, if you live on Portland Ave, in Old Orchard Beach, and have not been receiving mail, and I know most of my neighbors are saying they've not gotten mail in weeks to months, as well, go to the Saco distribution center in the industrial park, and complain there, because tour driver IS delivering daily and has not been missing delivers... all missing mail from Portland Ave is stolen and you need to let them know what mail you have not received to they can get to the bottom of finding who is doing it.
So, while I was at the post office today, seeing how the post office is on the Cascade Road, out here in the Old Orchard Beach section of the Scarbourgh Marsh... I decided to check the family cross, see if the name Todd had been added, seeing how the vandals and shitard harassers can't stop gibbering Todd Murphey this and Todd Murphey that in my driveway, and nope... here it is, https://www.eelkat.com/images/cross.jpg as you can see the only two names are my cousin Timmy Murphy and my uncle Gordon Murphy. No Todd.
You know, I would recommend these shittards take their heads out of their asses, and drive through all the roads of the Scarbourough Marsh. Why?
This cross is one of the more then a hundred crosses in the marsh, which marks the locations of the one hundred and twenty people whom have been beheaded in a four mile radius since June 2001. This cross stand at the Ross Road x Cascade Rd intersection. The Cascade Road, as everyone who watches the local news is aware, is where bulk of the serial killer's attacks have occurred, which is why local news reporters have dubbed the entire case as "The Cascade Murders", officially know to law enforcement as "The Oulette Case".
If you start driving through all the side streets of the Scarbourgh Marsh, you will find there are 120 - one hundred and twenty - of these crosses, some with 5 or more names on them, each marking the location where the the person dubbed by locals as "The Portland Ave serial killer" has murdered 120+ people between June 2001 and February 2021.
For some odd reason, the Sanford Ward LDS church, a church only a 30 minute drive awa from the Scarborough Marsh, is so clueless about the local biome, that they seem to think the ONLY place the Scarborough Marsh exists is across the street from the church owned candy store Len Libby's Chocolates.
Do you recall how people like to dub my land "Etiole's Swamp"... do you know why they do that? Because my land is a literal swamp. It's a peat bog, with more sinking quicksand and 6 foot tall marsh grass, then solid ground. I live IN the Scarbough Marsh, as does EVERYONE on Portland Ave, Ross Road, Pine Point Road, Cascade Road, Walnut Street, East Grand Ave, West Grand Ave, Milliken Mills Rd, and more then 200 - two hundred - other streets in Old Orchard Beach, all of which are located inside the Scarborough Marsh.
The Marsh is not JUST in Scarborough, nor is it just that one quart mile stretch of road across from Len Libby's. The Marsh sits in two countries and five towns, and covers several thousand acres of land... and the Scarborough WalMart and the South Portland Main Mall, both site in the marsh, with both of those mega buildings building on a massive system of concrete pilings to keep them from sinking into the many acres of peat bog that site under each of those buildings.
But do take a drive on the above listed streets in Old Orchard, as well as the following ones in Pine Point: Pine Point Rd, Blue Point Rd, Black Point Rd, Dunstan Corner, Portland Rd aka Rt 1, Payne Rd, and all the little side streets off of each one. In Saco head to Heath St, Jenkins Rd, Flag Pond Rd (stop and see the very real pet cemetery where Stephen King's The Pet Cemetery movie was filmed while you are there), and all their side streets, yes those are in the Scarbourogh Marsh as well... and instead of just blindly driving through the Marsh on your way to work, slow down and start counting the crosses... big white crosses, little white crosses, unpainted wooden crosses, reflector covered orange crosses... see if you can find all one hundred and twenty crosses in the Scarbourogh Marsh... they sit in 5 towns, in 2 counties... and every one of them marks the location of someone who was beheaded by a still uncaught, still actively killing people, serial killer who has plagued the streets in the Portland Ave region of the Scarbough Marsh since June 2001.
But as you can see, it's Timmy Murphy who was beheaded on the Cascade Rd... not Todd Murphy... there's it's cross which has stood there since June 2013.
You know, if these harassers spent more time paying attention to what is going on around them, and less time being self absorbed jerks... they'd know these crosses were here... they'd know, Old Orchard Beach has a serial killer on the lose who has beheaded more then 120 people and left their bodies at cross road intersections all over the marsh... they'd know that this has been going on for 18 years now, and they'd know that my family had been hit by this madman multiple times now, fist killing my cousin Timmy Murphy, then killing my baby and leaving me not only crippled, but also one of only 5 people to live through and survive one of this serial killer's attacks, thus WHY the FBI is so hyper focused on not letting me out of their sight because this killer has a history of not leaving people alive... they'd know that SEVENTEEN families all within a quarter mile section of Portland Ave, between Walnut St and Milekin Miles Rd, 17 families in this space of street, have not only have their families murdered, but their houses bulldozed by a backhoe, and in just those 17 families, in addiction to the dead people, there are also more then FIVE HUNDRED dead pets, including cats, dogs, birds, and horses, every one of which was beheaded and the headless pet hung from rope nooses and draped in trees and porches of the 17 families... something the FBI says is a scene from a Stephen King book, which the serial killer likes to recreate... and then the FBI points out this: each of those 17 families has appeared in The Thinner movie... it's the one common thread for ALL 120+ Scarbourough Marsh killings: every sing victim has somehow been involved in the filming on one of the 14 Stephen King movies which was filmed in Saco, Old Orchard Beach, and Scarboughor back in the 1980s. According to the FBI, EVERY SINGLE ONE of these murders, animal killings, harassments, vandalisms, and hate crimes, can be found in a Stephen King book and this lunatic is recreating "art" in tribute to Stephen King, using the bodies of family members who were involved in the filming of Stephen King's oldest movies.
If these people in the Sanford Ward church would take their heads out of Joesph Smith's ass long enough to look around, they would have known these things were going on, that they were going on to people in their congregation, that several members of their congregation have stopped attended church because they were murdered, that several other members of their congregation no longer attend because like me they are crippled and bed ridden from these attacks, and that 24 members of their congregation no longer attend church because they are in prison for their connections and involvements in these murders.
Heck, these murders have been all over the TV and paper news for 18 years now... you'd think the people of the Saco and Sanford Ward LDS churches - who are the ones in my driveway bitch screaming about Todd Murphey for the past 2 years now - would at least have seen enough TV news or newspaper news... oh look, did you know one of the big name newscasters on TV, someone who has in fact covered the Scarbough Marsh case on TV several times now, is a member of the Sanfard Ward congregation, and even SHE knows what's going on, obviously because she's one of the reporters who keeps showing up to interview all us families who live in in the Scarborough Marsh... so I know not everyone in the Sandford Ward is clueless as to what has been going on in the community round them.... several of these church members are outright screaming, literally screaming from my neighbor's front porch in Biddeford, that they never heard of any of this before... I'm sorry... what the fuck?
The Scarbourough Marsh murders is quite literally the biggest unsolved murder case in all of New England, not just Maine, it's been covered by DateLine, 20/20 and half the crime network tv shows! The fucking planet has heard of it! These people are telling me, literally, while standing on my neighbors front porch and shrieking at the tops of their lungs, that they never heard of this murder case, a murder case I've not stopped talking about for the last 9 years because as of 9 years ago now members of my family have been murdered.. heck, with so many deaths now, it's pretty hard to find any family in the Scarbourough Marsh who DOESN'T have a dead relative killed by this nutjob... and these people, who vandalized our apartment building so bad that the landlord has a repair crew here all of this next upcoming summer... these vandals and hate fueled harassers from the Sandford Ward church, are telling me, that they had no clue any of this was going on?
And worse... y Atwater relatives... they keep showing up and ALSO saying they never heard of this... really? How? I know the FBI has been talking to them about it because they keep showing up in a rage yelling that the FBI was just at their house and it's all my fault and demanding I stop sending the FBI to their house... but I didn't send the FBI to their house, heck, I didn't even know they were related to me, as I never heard of them before they showed up to yell at me, so how the hell do they think I sent the FBI over there? What the fuck?
But also... what the fuck? Family members have been murdered and as far as I know, the FBI is trying to locate every relative to find out if they might have any information about a member of their family being murdered... I mean, if these people really are relatives, like they scream that they are when they are in my yard yelling at me, then, someone in my family being murdered IS ALSO someone in THEIR family being murdered.... and yeah, of course the law enforcement is going to go to every family member and ask for info, that's what law enforcement does, because, they just naturally assume that normal families help each other and WANT to solv a murder that happened in their family.
Which is something FBI Agent Andy Drewer pointed out to me, he said: "The Atware relatives of yours... they're pretty paranoid aren't they? I'm having trouble getting any of them to talk to me. Most slam the door in my face the minute I say I'm with the FBI. They act like they got something to hide. Looks mighty suspicious. Can you think of any reason why any of your uncles might want you dead?" That was the same day he pointed out that his five top suspects for the November 14, 2013 attack were my uncle Bruce, my aunt Barbara, my mother, my father, and Ben. He said he can prove they all knew about the golf club attack, and yet everyone of them is openingly, publicly denying any knowledge of it, and all five of them are doing their most public outspoken, over the top denying it in two places: The Saco Ward LDS Church and the Sandford Ward LDS Church.
And most disturbing of all is this: He says my father was having an affair with a woman named Claire back in the 1970s, and that my father and my mother and Claire and Claire's husband have been feuding since the late 1970s, a fued which goes on to this day... and... that on ALL of my mother's social media accounts, FaceBook, Twitter, Pinterest, everything, are two usernames that show up in her friends' lists: both with the same last name, one using the username Claire while posting a 4 door white truck as her user photo, and the other... wait for it... has the user name: KendraSilvermander".
Yep.
The FBI has found an actual person, a relative, in law of the Atwaters, who goes by the username KendraSilvermander.
Why is this significant?
The people who murdered my son at BugLight Light house art studio at Southern Maine Community College on November 14, 2013, was a blond woman whom the other two called "Claire", a red haired woman who was chanting: "I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine! I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine! I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine! I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine!..." like she was singing a song... both women looked to be in their 60s, and today a decade later, would now be in their mid-70ish, and were with a large bald man, about 30th, today would be about 40ish, and the 3 of them left in a 4 door white pickup truck.
The odd thing is, people don't talk about themselves in 3rd person limited, but, that's what the red haired woman was doing.... and I've seen her before... she showed up at Westbrook Panera 3 different occasions in 2009 and 2010 and in each of those instances also did the same marching goosestep around, back then carrying a white poodle wearing a purple dragon coat... while again saying "I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine!" while also bragging that her father owned Saco FunTownSplashtown USA and having a psychotic meltdown screaming" My chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIR!" Annalese, the woman sitting next to me, another published author, as thi was a NaNoWriMo writer's meeting, who was the NaNoWriMo Ml of Souther Maine, leaned over and whispered to me "That's Kendra Silvermander, she thinks she's he ML, we try to humor her. She can get rather violent if you don't."
Whoever this red haired woman is, she has a server, mega in need of medical care, mental disorder, appears to be incapable of functioning beyond the mental level of a two year old, and is quite proud of repeating her name as fast as an auctioneer. But, she speaks in 3rd person limited about herself, using us and ours and we to refer to herself, and uses the phrase: "I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine!" as though it was a period at the end of every sentence. I don't know what sort of a mental disorder she has, but Annelese was right, this woman gets over the top violent, as we quickly saw at Westbrook Panera in 2009, when she started slamming her dog on the table while chanting "My chair", and then quickly lashed out at me, in a mega violent rage of throwing chairs. The restaurant had to drag her out and make her leave.
She repeated this at three different writer's meetings at the Westbrook Panera in 2009 and 2010.
She is the same woman who was ordering/leading/demanding the blond Claire woman's golf club attack at Southern Maine Community college November 14, 2013, murdering my baby and crippling me.
She returned for a 5th attack June 26, 2016, again with the bond Claire woman, this time at Scarborough WalMart, and this time attacking with a shopping cart, this being the attack that caused the inoperable 3 broken vertebrae and the organ and nerve damage which caused my current crippled stat. In this attack, yet again the red haired woman was chanting: "I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine!" but this time the blond woman was shrieking: "That's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband. That thing is Ken's son, look at how IT's dressed! Kill or be killed! Remember Saco Shaws! No more heads in ice cream! End the gaypocalypse! Kill the transvestite freak! Too Gay for the Family Friendly Town of Old Orchard Beach!" This time instead of driving away in a 4 door white truck driven by a bald man, this time he two women were alone and drove away in a gold Volvo late 1990s vintage suv station wagon.
The usernames now showing up on my mother's social media, and the Atwater relative's social media is significant, because, according the these FBI agents.... those are the exact same Atwaters who are REFUSING to talk to the FBI, slamming the doors in the FBI agents faces, and also, are the most vocal on social media in spreading the alien/UFO/witchcraft/cat rumors about me. And the FBI believes they not only know who the golf club murderer is, they likely were involved in planning the November 14, 2013 attack... and every one of them has been seen with the Sanford Ward LDS Church members who are likewise the biggest defamatory gossipers, running around slandering my name with their lies about witchcraft/curses/aliens/ufos/and cats.
AND... on top of that... they ae the EXACT SAME Atwaters ans Sandford Ward church members whom have spent the last two years bombarding my Biddeford apartment with these same rumors while the vandalize the building, which the landlord now has to spend the summer repairing.
AND... these are the same people who are also claiming, they had no clue these murders were going on in the Scarborough Marsh.
Overall... these people who are denying the events of the Scarborough Marsh murders, while simaltaniously going overboard gibbering lies about me online, are really working overtime at making themselves look like they were involved in the November 14, 2013 murder of my son, and making themselves look tremendously guilty of not only knowing who the killier is, but trying to cover up for the killer, and attempting to gaslight me with their weird alien rumors, in an attempt to make people not see their connection to the killer, that they are trying so very blatently to hide and are only succeeding and shining a mega sized spotlight of suspision on themselves, leaving everyone who is watching them doing it to ask: What the fuck did they do, that they are trying to hide so damned bad, that they are going mega big time slanderfeat screaming about aliens and ufos all over social media, trying to convince people that I believe in aliens and ufos when there are 40+ years of documented evidance of me debuncking aliens and proving their ufo accusations to a be a hoax they created to cover their own asses over a drug raid from 1982? And now they are rearing up their alien accusations again, which again, I can prove to be a hoax, because... what are they trying to cover up THIS time? Last time they rolled out the alien accusations they were trying to blame literal toddlers for the 1982 drug raid, by saying that 4, 5, and 6 year old children saw aliens... 72 people were arrested in the 1982 drug raid... there were no aliens... if anyone was seeing aliens, it was the drug addicted having drug induced hallucinations... and yet, those same drug dealers, now out of prison, are once again pointing to aliens, this time because they are mad that the FBI showed up to ask if they knew anything about the murder of my son.
???
Can I ask, what the fuck does not real, fictional aliens they saw because of drugs, during a 1982 drug raid, what does that have to do with my son being murdered?
And are they really that retarded that they think I control the FBI and tell the FBI what to do? What the fuck? Them coming over here and screaming for me to stop sending the FBI to their house, when I didn’t even know these people were relatives, never heard of them before, and wouldn’t even have had a way t tell the FBI a blooming thing about them at all, just makes them look suspicious, because for one thing: who even are these people? I still don’t know who they are! And for another thing, why do they think I sent the FBI over to them? And again: who are they? There are over 400 Atwaters and I’ve only ever met 7 of them, I don’t know the names or faces of any of the others, I don’t even know all the names or faces of the original 12, so I can’t figure out how they’d think I would know the names or faces of any of the kids, grandkids, or great grandkids of the original 12. What the fuck?
How are the Atwaters so full of themselves that they think I would have one iota of a clue anything about them, when I’ve never met them and I don’t even know their names… and also… why would I care? Tell me that? Do you know any sane person who knows the names of their parents in-laws.
Yes… my parents in-laws… in-laws of in-laws… not even blood relatives, but the aunts, uncles, cousins, grandkids, and great grandkids of in laws of my parents’ in laws… who in their right mind would even know the names of such distant relatives…
You, reading this right now… can you name your parent’s cousins? Do you know the names of your mother’s uncle’s great grand kids? Do you?
Can you see how utterly stupidly ridiculous the Atwaters are being, when they show up here yelling and screaming, and expect that I should know who they are or what the fuck they are talking about:
Newsflash: normal people don’t live in 400 person large family herds.
Normal people don’t live in herds.
Normal people don’t swamp in shark style frenzies in the driveways of distant relatives of your great grand pappies 5th removed cousin of an in-law, either. What the actual fuck?
And on top of everything else, there are Awaters running around screaming that I am vandalising some grave… the grave of a distant relative whom I never heard of before, so I don’t even know where the grave is… when I’m here bedridden and crippled and not even capable of going to visit my own son’s grave because… oh look: I’m crippled and stuck in bed with a broken spine and severed spinal cord for the past nine years!
You know… if you are going to accuse someone of going somewhere to vandalize something, you might want to first make sure that person is not wheelchair bound, bedridden, and crippled for a decade with a broken spine, so unable to even get to the place you are accusing them of going!
Also… since the day my son was murdered, I have a camera running 24/7 so, it’s pretty foolish of you to lie about me when I can not only prove you are lying, I can also prove every time you’ve been screaming in my driveway, because I have you on camera. They didn’t think of that did they? Oh no, of course not, why would they? They were too busy thinking about those aliens and witches they can’t stop gibbering about.
But look at this cross... Do you remember Timmy Murphy? He was the 5 year old with curly black hair, who was also accused of aliens during that 1982 drug raid. They called us The White Monkey Children, because we found Helen Pearly's missing pet white monkey. And the people arrested during the 1982 drug raid, many of them Atwaters, pointed to that white monkey that had escaped from White Animal Farm, a zoo in Old Orchard at the time, they pointed to that white money and called it an alien. Helen Pearly, look her up, is the founder of the Scarbourgh Marsh preserve, an animal preserve that started out with one pet white monkey, and is today, many thousands of acres of protected land known by the name The Scarboughorgh Marsh.
Can you see NOW why the idiots screaming aliens are seen as so damned idiotic?
But can you also see the names on the cross?
https://www.eelkat.com/images/cross.jpg
There were 31 children involved in helping Helen Pearly capture her escaped pet white money.
Drive through the scarborough marsh looking at the names of the beheaded victims on those crosses... 29 of the 31 White Monkey Children are now dead, killed and tossed in the marsh, where 40 years ago, they helped little old lady look for her lost pet albino monkey.
Every one of them accused of being alien abductees; accusations which was screamed ONLY by the drug dealers and drug users of the 1982 drug raid, which took place in the Scarbourough Marsh.
The only people who accuse me of aliens are the people now out of prison, who went to prison because of the 1982 drug raid... a drug raid known to locals as "The 458 Shoot Out" due to one woman screaming "Four! Five! Eight!" in between each time she loaded up her shotgun.
Everybody that has shown up in the marsh since June 2001, has been either one of the now adult White Monkey Children, or one of their children or grandchildren.
EVERY - SINGLE - ONE.
Go to the marsh, look for the crosses. Read the names. My cousin Timmy Murphy's cross is not the only one and if you open your eyes and start looking at the side streets all through the marsh, you'll see one hundred and twenty of these crosses, some with 5 or more names on them. Crosses the entire country has seen on Dateline, 20/20, and dozens of unsolved crime shows... crosses that the Atwarers and their friends at the Sandford Ward church, are right now, this very week, posting all over social media, claiming aren't there, claiming I'm the only one talking about them, when clearly I'm not seeing hoe Dateline and 20/20 are pret big international news shows... and also claiming "Yeah EeelKat's crazy, she believes in aliens" when its extremely well documented my not believing in aliens and my debunking alien abductions as hoaxes... and these same people are also trying to convince people on social media "cats!".... but the cats were my mother's not mine, and my son was murdered November 14, 2013, two years before my mother's cat incident occurred.
These people are making total idiots of themselves, because all any one has to do is look up the new reports about the Scarbourough Marsh murders and the Cascade Murders to see that since June 2001, a LOT of people here in the marsh have been murdered, and originally they were not thought to b connected, but, now it is known that they are.
I wish these crazy ass Atwaters and their weird Todd Murphy obsessed Sanford Ward lunatics and their alien abduction ufo nuts, would leave me and my family alone. I don’t know what their problem is or why they are so obnoxiously hell bent on stalking my family and harassing us like this, but I am getting pretty damned sick of it. I have enough shit to deal with with, oh, I don’t know, half my family being murdered, my son’s killer still being on the loose, 9 years bedridden and still relearning to walk, … I don’t need these fucktards jumping into my life and trying to grab their 15 minutes of fame by tampering with the FBI’s investigation into hunting down my son’s murderer.
Know the truth. The truth will set you free.
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Known as Sunta' in The Twighlight Manor series, Quaraun is dramatically different in The Quaraun series than he is in The Twighlight Manor series. The most noticeable difference being that Sunta is largely mute, save for once in a while shrieking a loud, long scream and hitting himself.
Sunta' remains the mystery of The Twighlight Manor with other characters not knowing who he is or why he has locked himself deep in the far reached of the Manor's West Wing.
In the novel Zebulon's Captive we see Quaraun, the formidable pink necromancer, whom the whole universe flees in terror from, start his evolution into Sunta', the childlike mute who does little more than sit on the floor rocking back and forth while clutching his fisted hands to his head and screaming any time someone gets close to him.
In Zebulon's Captive, the readers go with Quaraun, and witness first hand the events which caused his dramatic descent into insanity, but the other characters in both series, did not witness what happened and are left not knowing why Quaraun stopped talking or my he ceased being able to function at all.
In the Twighlight Manor series, the reader is never told Sunta' and Quaraun are the same person. They are so different from one another that no character ever realizes Sunta' is in fact Quaraun who went missing and is now presumed dead these past hundred years.
In the Quaraun series characters witness Quaraun fall through a portal, than re-immerge 10 days later as the mute deranged Sunta' and BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn recognize that this is Quaraun, but are horrified by the dramatic change that has occurred, and remain unaware that for every day that passed in their world, a decade had passed in the portal world Quaraun had fallen into.
And so while only 10 days have gone by for BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn, one hundred years have gone by for Quaraun.
Throughout the series the Crystonites are devoted to killing the baby that would grow up to cause The Battle of Ongadada. Time and history are constantly shifting and changing as the Crystonite people go back in times, hundreds, perhaps thousands of times, killing the same baby over and over and over again, in different place, at different times, and no matter how many times they kill the baby, it always comes back, born somewhere else, another time, another place, another dimension, and always finds a portal making it's way back to Quaraun and eventually the city of Ongadada.
Because the baby's birth caused them to create time travel, the Crystonites can never get rid of the baby. Because the macaque of the city of Ongadada incites them to create time travel, they can never stop the Battle of Ongadada from happening.
In Zebulon's Captive we see the side effects of one planet's having ripped apart the fabric of the universe through endless time travel, as unstable portals are now dangerously looming everywhere and not only entire planets, but now also entire solar systems are being sucked into the portals and lost forever.
With so many planets and so many solar systems vanished forever, the remaining planets are plunged into terror driven chaos as the end of the universe draws nye, and governments scramble to find a cure for the dying solar systems.
In Zebulon's Captive 2525 is nearly here, and Quaraun, a timid Elf from 1458, stumbles into a portal that drops him nearly a thousand years into the future, into the chaos of the end of everything. The after effects of Ongadada, to see what will happen, if the battle isn't stopped, and to learn his own roll in this event, and to be faced once and for all with the choice: kill his own child or let the world burn.
One should never know one's future, but even less should one know of the long term side effects of one's choices.
Faced with the reality of how choices he made a thousand years ago, would cause the end of everything, Quaraun's mind is shattered, because he can't bring himself to kill his family and he has seen first hand what will happen if they live.
And thus Quaraun returns home, mute, and seemingly deranged.
The reader went with him to the future. To the years leading up to 2525 and saw what Quaraun saw. Quaraun walked in this world for 100 years and saw the horrors of society brought to it's knees.
But he did not care. Not at first. Not until he met Zebulon. The man who did not care if the world ended. All he cared about was money, and how much he could make off the suffering of others. A slave trader. A breeder of race creatures. Moon Elves have been extinct for 500 years, and one just fell out of the sky. Quaraun becomes Zebulon's latest captive and he sees the future, from inside one of the galaxies worse criminal organizations. A group that never would have come to exist, had his family died a thousand years ago, when they were supposed to.
The long term side effects on necromancy, combined with the portals opened up by time travelers has destroyed the world.
And knowing this, knowing everything, while in this world, Quaraun finds her once again, the pregnant Elf, once again beaten nearly to death, again her baby dies, again, like a thousand times before, Quaraun can't walk away and leave her to die. Now knowing what will happen, if he doesn't walk away, once again he opens a portal and takes her with him, back to the past, back to 1458, back to BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn.
Once again, as every time before, Quaraun remembers it all, every time he's rescued this girl, always the same girl, always from a different time, a different place, but he always brings her back here, to the same time and same place, so that GhoulSpawn and BoomFuzzy never remember, never know, he's brought her back before, again, and again, and again.
But this time is different. This time, now Quaraun knows what will happen because of his actions.
Because he saved a girl from death.
And he can't live with it.
He couldn't let her die.
A necromancer, who became a necromancer to resurrect the one he loved. A necromancer who can face death and can not walk by and leave someone to die. A necromancer who must restore life to all dead he meets. He could not walk by and let her die.
And now he must live, knowing that by saving one he has condemned billions.
Quaraun's mutism is 2-fold. Partly from an injury and partly from shock.
Quaraun becomes silent, contemplating his actions. Self absorbed.
He's seen the results of what will happen, and decided not to save her, should he meet her again. This troubles him and torments him. He can't talk about it.
But at the same time, he's trapped. Captured by Zebulon and trying to escape not only Zebulon, but also this world. Desperate to go back home to BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn.
Years pass and Quaraun has nearly given up hope of ever returning to his own time. His resolve to prevent this world from happening has greatly weakened, as his resolve to be reunited with BoomFuzzy takes over.
And than it happens. Zebulon's men attack a young pregnant girl. And without thinking Quaraun saves her life and kills the men who attacked her. Only after saving her, does he recognize here and realize who she is. He's saved her again. Here of all places, in the time line that had been caused by her not dying. He had expected to find her here.
The shock of realizing, he can not change time, he can not stop himself from saving this girl, is interrupted by more of Zebulon's men, arriving and retaliating, leaving Quaraun crippled, disfigured, and horribly injured.
Then another portal opens up, and Quaraun runs through it, taking the girl with him. And we never see Quaraun speak again.
The reader knows why, by the other characters, BoomFuzzy, GhoulSpawn, they don't know. So they do what they always do in cases like this. They send for FarDarriig, the mind reader.
Stricken with horror at what he sees in Quaraun's mind, FarDarriig has no time to tell the others why Quaraun has stopped talking, before Quaraun killed him to prevent him from revealing the truth.
When the others, stunned by what they have seen, ask Quaraun for an explanation, he refuses to speak and instead writes on the ground, with Fardarriig's blood, words they had all heard before:
"I loved my children, but I loved BoomFuzzy more,"
Once upon a time, Quaraun's lover BoomFuzzy had commit suicide, and to resurrect him, Quaraun murdered his 4 small children.
Not knowing the full implication of what he meant, they understood: This girl he brought back through the portal with him... like BoomFuzzy, he loved her and would kill anyone who get between them.
And that brings me, back to your question:
"My main character is mute. He was born without vocal cords, so he knows ASL, and has learned to cope. Any tips so he comes across as more believable and genuine, and can still come across as sarcastic if he wants to? The story's written from his perspective.
However, my MC is interacting with another character, who does not know ASL. How can I have them interact in a believeable and interesting way, while the secondary character learns the language?"
From Zebulon's Captive onward, Quaraun is mute and on a fast track to becoming Sunta' as he appeared in The Twighlight Manor series.
He could talk once, but it is unclear if he can still talk now or simply won't talk.
His vocal cords are badly damaged, and doctors who've examined him suggest that he likely could not speak due to the injury, and over time, as the years go by, that changes to doctors saying the injury has healed and he SHOULD be able to speak again, though his voice will likely be different and it will probably be painful for him to speak at length, but he continues to remain silent and doctors suggest that, he simply has gotten used to not talking and has no desire to do so any more.
While Quaraun is mute, he is not without responses to those around him.
And it should be pointed out here too, that a shift in point of view happens in Zebulon's Captive.
Prior to Zebulon's Captive, Quaraun is both the main character and the point of view character.
After Zebulon's Captive, Quaraun remains the main character, but GhoulSpawn becomes the point of view character.
This is done, because while Quaraun is the point of view character, the reader also gets to see the things he does not say. Seeing his unspoken thoughts. However, once Quaraun becomes mute, while he is thinking to himself more than ever, the reader is no longer let in on what is going on in Quaraun's mind.
This leaves the reader just as confused as BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn are.
By shifting to GhoulSpawn as the PoV character, the reader now sees instead, GhoulSpawn's thoughts about Quaraun.
>>>Any tips so he comes across as more believable and genuine, and can still come across as sarcastic if he wants to?
In spite of the shift in PoVs, we still see Quaraun's snark and seething sarcasm. But now we are shown it through his actions, more than hearing it through is voice. We see less dialogue and more descriptive action. The look on his face, the glare of his eyes, or the flipped middle finger, go a long ways towards telling the other characters, and the reader, how Quaraun feels and what he is thinking.
You don't need dialogue to tell us a character is being sarcastic. Show it instead in their movements,, they actions, and how to look at others - the expression on their face. How they walk. How they move. What they do with their hands. How they wrinkle their nose or brow. Their gestures.
Just because someone is mute, does not mean they are without means of expressing hw they feel.
Think about your character. Ask yourself how he gets his feelings across.
>>>However, my MC is interacting with another character, who does not know ASL. How can I have them interact in a believeable and interesting way, while the secondary character learns the language?"
Only .3% of the world knows American Sign Language.
Even most people who are mute don't know ASL.
Fewer than 12% of all mute people on the planet know sign language.
In fact, so FEW mute/deaf people know ASL, that is is INCREADIBLY UNBELIEVABLE for every fictional mute/deaf character to know it.
It actually comes off as extremely fake if your mute character knows ASL, because so few actually mute people in real life know ASL.
When a mute character knows ASL in a fictional story, it is a glaring red flag that points to the fact that the author did not do their research to find out how very rare it is for a mute person to know ASL.
The issue is that a speaking author, is used to thinking in terms of vocal cues, and doesn't realize that mute people are often also deaf or hard at hearing and so DO NOT automatically default to vocal thinking.
In fact, they don't often default to trying to communicate with others at all.
For many real life mute people, sounds are not a think we think about. (myself, I was mute from the age of 14 to the age of 42, and am almost deaf, have been my whole life, so speaking from experience here)
As is typical of vocal people, no one ever made any attempt to communicate with me.
Everyone always had the attitude of: "She's stupid" or "She's retarded" or "She can't understand us." So no one ever bothered to talk to me at all. And it's been that way for 50 years.
This means I did not grow up expecting to talk to people or expecting people to make any attempt to talk to me.
And for a good 80% of mute/deaf/non-vocal people, you will find this is how they were raised as well.
While people like to think they are good, kind, loving, and accepting of others, the truth is almost 0% of society is good, kind, loving, caring, compassionate, or accepting of others.
Just as Christians see themselves as good and compassionate while they murder gays and Jews, so too to vocal people see themselves as kind and compassionate while they avoid eye contact, push aside, and otherwise completely ignore mute people,
And while you could said: "But parents and friends aren't like that..." I will point out that parents are the WORST of all and what friends? No one wants to be friends with someone who can't talk.
Parents don't love their mute children. They are ashamed of their mute children. Lock them in closets when company comes over. Beat them mercilessly and laugh because they know the child can not cry out for help so the beatings are never heard by the neighbours allowing the parents to beat the child to their hearts content.
Again, speaking from experience.
Schools that teach mute children American Sign Language START at $20k per semester, and can cost a family well over 3MILLION dollars by the time the child graduates high school. And few parents have enough money to send their child to an ASL school, and even fewer are willing to spend that kind of money on a child when they could spend it on 2 or 3 new cars to show off to their friends with.
>>>However, my MC is interacting with another character, who does not know ASL. How can I have them interact in a believeable and interesting way, while the secondary character learns the language?"
Do you have any idea how unbelievable it is, that a mute character knows ASL?
Or worse, do you have any idea how laughable implausible it is that someone would spend $40k or more just to learn to interact with someone they hardly know?
You clearly have no clue how exhorbantly expensive scam artists, I mean ASL schools are.
I've known somewhere around 5 dozen mute people in real life and I've yet to meet anyone mute or otherwise who knows ASL, because in every case, their parents didn't give 2 shits about them, too busy with their social life to care about the mute child they were ashamed to admit they birthed.
You want the mute character to communicate believably?
Really?
Why?
Why are you focusing on the mute character and NOT the non-mutes around them?
If you wanted to make your characters believable:
* focus on making your none-mute characters ignore your mute characters,
* focus on making your none-mute characters exclude your mute characters
* focus on making your none-mute characters refuse to be friends with your mute characters
* focus on making your none-mute characters harass your mute characters
* focus on making your none-mute characters bully your mute characters
* focus on making your none-mute characters beat up your mute characters
* focus on making your none-mute characters neglect your mute characters
Than and only than, will your mute characters become believe able.
Because than your mute characters will have to act out of frustration, NOT ASL, just like real mute people do.
I hate it when able authors write disabled characters who have disabilities the author has no clue how to live with.
Able authors give disabled characters "special abilities" - make a blind person be a pro fighter... what the fuck? Looking at you DareDevil! Make Autism look like math pros - Rainman.
They have to glamorize and fetishize the disability, or they feel they have to cure it. How many Fantasy novels give us a horrible disability only to have some mage snap their fingers and make it go away - Triss Merigold and her miraculous returning boobs after her breasts got sliced off in battle, comes to mind.
How many mutes suddenly have psychic powers in fiction or communicate with telepathy?
And than, because the author can't face how shitty the human race actually is, they have to make all their characters be kind and loving and friendly and compassionate to the disabled character. Nothing realistic or believable about that at all. Not even close.
Speaking of mutes having psychic powers, here's the question that I saw on Reddit today which inspired me to update this page after 14 long years without an update:
Sign language in dialogue? (self.writing)submitted 4 days ago by JGBodle
*I asked a similar question yesterday but I worded it incorrectly so I have deleted that one and am trying again*
I have a character who is mute in my book and communicates via sign language, all the other POV characters can also sign so there are no translation issues there. the question is how do I represent it within my book.
Some say to use italicised quotes but I already use those for the 'psychic' conversations within my book. Should I simply do it as a normal quote and use signed rather than said? Any advice would be great thank you.
What can I say.
How many mutes suddenly have psychic powers in fiction or communicate with telepathy?
Yeah.
How offensive is this to ACTUAL mute people?
A lot.
People want to be diverse by including disabled characters, but than they want to sweep the disability under the rug, which is just a slap in the face to actually disabled people and comes off looking like the author ONLY added disabilities to characters so that they could make fun of the disability.
When you give mute characters psychic powers, you DO make it look like you are making fun of a real world disability.
This is NOT diverse characters, this is emotional rape of diverse readers.
Think about it.
Think long and hard about it.
Than next time yo feel like being all P.C. and adding diverse characters to your book to look hip and cool - don't.
If you don't have the disability yourself, you DO NOT have what it takes to write a character with it.
Write what you know and stop making a fool of yourself by mocking disabled people.
The REASON I write so many mute characters, is because I was mute for most of my life and I know what it is like to be mute. I know how characters act while mute because I can write my own personal experiences with being mute.
Now, normally I would encourage authors to reach out and write in new areas, but, that was 20 years ago that I gave that type of advice, because 20 years ago, most new writers wrote for the love of writing, loved their characters, and were simply trying to tell a fun story for the sake of having fun telling a story.
But than Amazon invented the Kindle device and everyone and their great aunt's uncle, decided to take up writing in hopes of becoming a millionaire and now we see a good 70%+ of all new writers today, don't give a rat's ass about telling a story or having fun or being entertaining.
They don't love their characters.
They don't get to know their characters.
Heck, half the time they start writing the IDEA of the story without having any characters rolled out at all.
Here in lays the problem.
In their rush to get money, money, money, money, money, they forgot that the integral reason people who read novels, enjoy reading novels, is because
* they like to fall in love with the characters,
* they like to share adventures with the characters,
* they like to travel to imaginary places with the characters,
* they like to experience things with the characters,
* they like to feel the emotions with the characters...
...can you see the trend?
It's the characters who are important in any and every novel.
No one remembers the world of the novel.
No one remembers the grammar of the novels.
No one will remember your fancy ass prose.
Spending hours, days, weeks scouring the thesaurus for just the right word, only makes you look like a fool. No one cares about you right word. In fact, they will roll their eyes and put the book down.
Readability matters. If YOU have to look up words in the thesaurus because you wanted to sound like a super cool smart ass, how do you think the average reader, who in America only has a 3rd grade reading level, how do you expect THEM to be able to enjoy what you wrote? They won't, because they won't even be able to understand it.
Every time the reader has to set the book down, that's a potential reader who will NEVER pick the book up again, and NEVER buy your second book.
The goal of the author should be the keep the reader reading. To draw the reader in with an interesting story about interesting characters, and tell the story with COMMON words that flow smoothly.
Uncommon words cause the reader to put the book down to go look up the word and find out what it means.
Every time your clever prose causes the reader to put the book down and look something up, you give your reader a chance to be distracted by something else and never return to finish reading your books.
THIS is the common problem of many new readers. They spend hours searching for just the right word to make themselves sound big and important, and come off looking like an arrogant, pretentious fool who looks down on their readers.
Good storytelling is better than clever prose.
"Clever prose" means using big, pretensions words, that the author spent days/weeks looking for in a thesaurus for the sole purpose of writing using big words that no one ever heard of just to make themselves feel important.
Sure, you can have both.
But prose found in a thesaurus without storytelling is empty, pointless shit that no one gives a fuck about.
Storytelling without prose, can stand on it's own two feet and survive just fine.
Your readers remember the characters.
* What do you remember more about Treasure Island? The island or Long John Silver?
* What do you remember most in Fall of the House of Usher? The house or Roderic Usher?
* What stands out most about Lord of the Flies? The island, the moral of the story, or the psychotically deranged group of children who slaughtered each other mercilessly?
This is true of every story be it a novel, a novella, or a short story.
The characters are the single most important part.
The character will make or break the story, by how much the reader connects with them.
And dialogue is what brings the reader closer to the character.
EVERY DAY COMMON dialogue, not snooty patooty clever prose dialogue no one without a wall of PhDs can understand.
If the common reader with the common education can not understand a word the author wrote, they'll never fall in love with the characters, and if they never love the characters, they'll never finish the story.
Good prose is needed. Yes. But clever prose, is pure shit on a stick that turns readers away.
Common prose for common people is why genre fiction sells millions.
Clever prose only understandable by people armed with thesaurus can under stand, is why literary fiction sits unsold.
A mute character is hard to love. Because they have no voice.
No one love real mute people. This is a simple fact of life. If you are mute, the world hates you for no reason at all. You are different and different is evil.
And when you choose to write a mute character, you make your novel actively not marketable.
And this is true of EVERY disability.
Ableism is the biggest form of bigotry in the world.
Even people who scream for race rights and religion rights and gay rights, will shun you for being in a wheelchair, for walking with a cane, for being blind, for being deaf, for having downs syndrome, for having autism.
Ableism is the biggest plague of humanity.
Nothing we as writers can do about it.
But that is part of the problem.
Many well intentioned writers will try to disabled characters in their story for no reason at all, other than to feel they are being inclusive. Which is all well and good, except they did not design the story around that disability and they added the disabled character as an after thought, only after ne of their beta readers pointed out there was no diversity of characters.
So now, they are editing their 3rd or 4th draft and changing one of their characters to be diverse. They don't fell comfortable changing race to Black or Asian or whatever, because they are white and feel they can't pull off a character of another culture, so they go: "I know! I'll put a disabled character in! What's any easy disability to write, one I don't have to research much? Wait mutism is easy to write! All I have to do is remove their dialogue and change it to American Sing Language! Yay! I can be diverse without changing my story!"
And so mute characters become a dime a dozen in novels.
And if you were to believe every novel, you'd assume 100% of all REAL mutes know American Sign Language AND have a full support team of adoring family and friends to help them alone. Ain't life just hunky dory for all them mutes, yay!
Nothing could be further from the truth.
Authors treat mutism like it's just speaking a different language. BOOM, let's change the dialogue from English to ASL and we all set to publish.
And BECAUSE the author ONLY knows mutism from other FICTIONAL novels written by equally ill informed authors, NO ONE ever writes mutism accurately, correctly, or in any way believable.
If you are mute, chances are high you also have a hearing problem, a bad one, and have walk with a cane because of it.
Is YOUR mute character walking with a cane?
No? Why not. Most REAL LIFE mute people can't walk without a cane, so why do ZERO fictional mute people ever use a cane?
Do you know why mute people, REAL mute people, walk with a cane? Because they have no sense of balance and fall over every time they take a step. Why? Because the same organs that cause you to be able to talk, also cause you to be able to balance.
If something is wrong with your vocal chords, there is almost a 100% chance there is also something wrong with your inner ear, and the fluid flow around your brain. As well as your sinuses, meaning you probably have a constant flow of mucus coming out your nose, you also probably cough up mucus every few minutes.
Does YOUR mute character do any of that?
Being mute, is a hell of a lot more than just speaking a different language with your hands, and unless you are mute yourself or are the parent of a child born mute, there's a good chance you never knew how vastly disabled a mute person actually, how difficult it is for them to even walk or breath... and you are doing them a huge disservice wen you slap mute characters into your novels because you want to be diverse and think writing a mute character is as easy as just changing their language from English to American Sign Language.
But, the questions here deal with dialogue, right?
Specifically the dialogue of a mute person.
I originally took up writing because I was mute.
I had no other way to communicate.
There are reasons why I was mute, which I won't go into here, but I talk about n detail on several other pages of my site, so it's easy enough to find out what happened.
I fact is, I was born with speech, hearing, and eye/seeing medical issues.
I've had a slur/stutter since I was a baby. I still have it, though it's less now thanks to speech therapy classes I took in my 40s.
I am severely hearing impaired. I have been since I was born. As a child, I tested at having the hearing of a 60 year old, and it's grown worse over the years. Now 50 years later, I am almost deaf and do not hear people when they talk to me. I do more reading of lips than I do hearing of words, so you MUST be looking straight at me while you talk, and I MUST be looking at your face, otherwise, I will not hear a word you say and I will not know you said anything to me at all.
My inability to hear well causes more issues than my vision and speaking impairments.
Also I come from a culture where women are not allowed to speak unless a man gives them permission to, and she can not ask for permission. She must be given permission to even ask for permission. So I NEVER start/initiate conversations with ANY ONE... EVER. Before you can talk to me, you must get permission from a male relative to ask him for permission to speak to me, and if I am to answer you he must grant permission for that as well. Females have no freedom or rights in Gyps culture.
So, AFTER you get permission to speak to me, THAN you have to get my attention to get me to NOTICE that you are talking.
I can not hear you speak, I need to read your lips. But, I'm not allowed to look up, women are required to always look at the ground.
One I'm looking at you, I can read your lips IF you are close enough to me. I can only see 18 inches in front of my face. Less than 2 feet. So you need to be VERY close to me before I can SEE you talking and try to translate what you are saying.
This process makes talking to anyone rather difficult for me and is why you see me talking on Twitch streams and YouTube videos, because I can face the camera and talk, but also why you see me NOT talking to actual people in face to face conversations, because I can not hear or see what you are saying, making it incredibly difficult for me to understand what you want and reply accordingly.
I've lived with this issue my whole life.
I don't know what it is like to see or hear normally the way fully sighted or fully hearing people can do. And as such, I have great difficulty in writing people/characters who have good vision or good hearing, and is WHY the bulk of the characters I write have hearing, speaking, and or vision issues. I write what I know.
I've been legally blind on one eye and nearly blind in the other eye since I was 8 years old.
I've suffered with Selective Mutism my whole life, I stull struggle with it to this day.
When I was 14 I suffered an injury that went ignored by adults. I became "near mute". Meaning nearly always mute and struggling to form fragmented phrases, let alone full sentences.
I remained "near mute" until I was 42 years old, when I had an MRI for other things, and the MRI revealed, I had suffered a serious injury to my jaw, and no one thought to take me to the hospital.
At 42 years old, I had surgery on my jaw, replacing much of my jaw bone, reconstructing the muscles/bones/nerves, and the exhorbantly expensive root channels, removal, and porcelain replacement of 7 teeth from the canine tooth back to the morals.
And miraculously, a month later after the stitches were gone, the incisions healed, and swollen gone away... I was suddenly able to talk for the first time since the cinder block had been used to beat me in the face at 14 years old.
Today, I can talk, and I've been revealed to not be "retarded" as the adults had told every one I was for so many years.
Unable to talk, I was also unable to tell people how much pain I was in or that my uncle Bruce Mervin Atwater had beaten me in the face with a brick and broken my jaw and teeth.
I was treated by EVERYONE - family, friends, church, and strangers - as though I was too stupid to understand them, so no one talked to me, no one bothered to read what I wrote to find out I had a brain and was also in a lot of pain.
My parents told everyone I was too retarded to talk and no one bothered to question is many they were just saying that to hide their own abuse and neglect.
This the reality of being mute.
No one cares.
People think you are stupid.
And you have no one to turn to for help.
And you can't ask for help because you can't speak.
You ca express yourself, but no one pays attention.
You can write words on paper. But no one bothers to read them.
When you are mute you are invisible to every one with a voice.
That's just the way it is.
So let's talk about dialogue of mute characters in novels, because, it needs to be talked about, because mute characters are seen far too often as "the easy" disability to write.
The problem I see time and time again with authors writing mute characters, and not only mute characters, but also any disabled characters of any type, but even beyond that and just dialogue in general, is that the author does not let the characters say what they want to say.
Yes.
You heard that correctly.
Most self-published authors simply DO NOT ALLOW their characters the freedom to talk freely.
And it shows.
Big time.
And THAT is why we end up with questions like the ones asked by newbie writers on this page here.
The difference between the question askers and others though, is the ones asking the question KNOW that something isn't quite right with their character dialogue and want to fix it, but they aren't sure what to fix.
A strange transition from talking about mute characters?
Perhaps.
But these questions were not JUST asking how to write a mute character, but rather, they were asking specifically about how to write the DIALOGUE of a mute character.
Okay.
But do you know how to write the dialogue of non-mute characters?
That's the bigger question here.
You see, dialogue is nothing more than thoughts conveyed to others.
This entire article is nothing but dialogue when you stop and think about it. It's me, conveying my thoughts to you, so that you can read my thoughts, and understand how I think, how I feel.
And that is what dialogue does in your novel as well.
You have 2 characters who want to know what each other is thinking and they find ways to convey their feelings and thoughts to each other. In most cases that is done via spoken dialogue.
But also with hand gestures, shoulder movement, face wrinkles, flared nostrils, etc.
Think about it.
A character does not need to scream to let others know they are in pain. Tears in their eyes, a grimace on their face, gritting their teeth, sucking in their breath quickly, blood trailing down their leg, dragging their leg or limping while they walk, all tell the reader that this character is suffering, without a single spoken word.
When you master the art of unspoken dialogue, you will have mastered the art of living, breathing, believable characters. And this is just for every day normal, not disabled characters.
And this is deeply concerning.
Why?
Well, think about it.
You wouldn't NEED to ask how to write a mute character's non-verbal communication, if you were already having ALL of your characters showing non-verbal communication. The very fact that you NEED to ask how to give a mute character non-verbal communication, tells me that the rest of your characters are bland and cookie cutter cut outs without realistic, living actions.
None verbal dialogue is an integral part of EVERY human being. You use it every day. Smile. Frown. Cry. Gives a thumbs up. Stick out your tongue. Give a friend a hug. Pat someone on the knee when they are crying. These are all non-verbal dialogues that you do every day. And your characters in your novels should be doing them as well.
A mute person, simply amplifies those. Does them more, bigger, more exaggerated. But they are THE EXACT SAME GESTURES that you, yourself, use every day.
A mute person is not an alien from another planet. So stop treating them that way.
Stop overthinking mute characters. We are not aliens. We are not animals. Stop writing disabled people as though they were creatures. We are people just like you.
A mute person is a human, just like you. They have the exact same hopes, desires, needs, and feelings you do.
When you can't write a mute character's communication, this is not a flaw in your ability to write a mute character's dialogue. No. This is a flaw in your ability to write ALL dialogue. Period. Your dialogue for ALL you characters is flawed, this is why you struggle with their ability to communicate with mute characters.
Let me repeat that, because you NEED to hear it.
When you can't write a mute character's communication, this is not a flaw in your ability to write a mute character's dialogue. No. This is a flaw in your ability to write ALL dialogue. Period. Your dialogue for ALL you characters is flawed, this is why you struggle with their ability to communicate with mute characters.
Let's give it to you one more time, because you really, NEED to let this sink in.
You will never improve your writing sills until you accept this fact:
When you can't write a mute character's communication, this is not a flaw in your ability to write a mute character's dialogue.
No.
This is a flaw in your ability to write ALL dialogue.
Period.
Your dialogue for ALL you characters is flawed, this is why you struggle with their ability to communicate with mute characters.
Once you accept that, than you will be able to write the communication of mute characters with ease, because you will change how you write ALL dialogue in ALL characters and it'll open your eyes to see where your flaws are in mute characters as well.
Read it one last time and than we'll move on:
When you can't write a mute character's communication, this is not a flaw in your ability to write a mute character's dialogue.
No.
This is a flaw in your ability to write ALL dialogue.
Period.
Your dialogue for ALL you characters is flawed, this is why you struggle with their ability to communicate with mute characters.
Why do I want you to focus on and accept this fact?
Because, it's the only way you'll improve your writing.
The only way to improve a flaw, is to fix that flaw, but you can not fix a flaw when you don't know the flaw exists.
In order to fix flaws in your writing, you have to first recognize what the flaw is, accept that it is a flaw, and then you can work on fixing it so that it is not a flaw any more in your future writings.
And the flaw in question here, is not in writing mute characters, but rather in how the average new writer goes into writing dialogue for ALL of their characters.
I'll explain.
Most new writers make their character dialogue sound unnatural and they don't realize they are doing it.
The problem is their characters DO NOT TALK TO EACH OTHER.
Sounds silly, doesn't it? But it's true.
Head to Amazon, pick any random new release from a self published author. And read the dialogue.
YAWN.
Boring isn't it?
Bet you couldn't make it past the first chapter.
Try reading 10 or 12 more new releases from self-pubbed authors. Read the dialogue.
YAWN.
They're ALL boring aren't they?
You couldn't make it past the first chapter of any of them could you.
Now pick up some classics by Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, Robert Louis Stevenson, Ernest Hemingway. Read to the dialogue.
Couldn't put it down, could you. Just had to read to the end.
Why?
What was the difference?
In the boring new releases that you couldn't finish, the characters DID NOT TALK TO EACH OTHER, whereas in the classics you couldn't put down, the characters just yap, yap, yap, yap, yap, yapped away with each other and you couldn't stop reading because you got drawn into the story.
What exactly do I mean?
I'm not sure what has caused it, but novels published the past 10 or so years, often suffer from serious lack of conversational dialogue. It's almost like new writers have no clue how to speak verbally to other people. And I'm often left wondering, is this a side effect of people ONLY communicating via texting on phones and comments on social media?
Have people forgotten HOW to talk with each other vocally, face to face? If the millions of books published with shitty dialogue the last 10 years are any indication, I would say yes: people have forgotten how to talk to other people and we are now seeing that reflected in the general, mass inability of ew writers, being completely unable to write conversational dialogue.
Simply put, it means people have forgotten how to communicate vocally with each other in the real world, and that is being reflected in their inability to write believable conversations in their novels.
People write how they talk. This is just natural and there is nothing you can do about it. You are going to write, in the exact same way that you talk. Every human does this. It's what is known as "author voice".
But when you are not in the habit of having conversations with other people, face to face, in your daily life, it shows in your writing. Because you will write your novel in the same voice you use when you talk.
But if you don't talk daily over dinner to your family, you don't talk daily to your friends while you walk your dogs together, you don't talk daily to coworkers at work... and you only text and don't talk on the phone, and you only send FaceBook and Twitter comments and don't talk in person, you lose your ability to communicate with others in anything more than 144 characters of broken speech with no grammar. And in turn, you forget how to write conversations and it shows in how you write dialogue.
And here is where the problem comes in.
Where we come back to the questions on how to write mute characters and why the issue is writing every character, not just mute characters.
Because most new writers are not in the habit of face to face conversation in their daily lives, they struggle to write conversations with their characters. Uncertain how to communicate in anything other that text talk, these new writers, start looking for "reasons" to have their characters talk.
Dialogue becomes forced. Unnatural.
Characters don't just talk to each other. No. They MUST have a purpose to the plot.
* DO NOT TALK TO EACH OTHER, they are too busy talking to the reader.
* DO NOT TALK TO EACH OTHER, they are too busy describing themselves to the reader, while they look in the mirror.
* DO NOT TALK TO EACH OTHER, they are too busy setting tone so the reader knows the theme of the plot.
* DO NOT TALK TO EACH OTHER, they are too busy telling the reader about the landscape.
* DO NOT TALK TO EACH OTHER, they are too busy providing exposition for the reader to know their back story
* DO NOT TALK TO EACH OTHER, they are too busy telling the reader what the world looks like.
* DO NOT TALK TO EACH OTHER, they are too busy giving characterization.
In short the characters are so busy TELLING the reader stuff, that the characters do not have any time left to SHOW the reader anything via their interactions with other characters.
Sadly the bulk of novels self published since 2018 are rife with dialogue that reads like self-promotion spam on Twitter and does not read like actual conversations. It is painfully obvious that the authors of these books never had a conversation with anyone outside of Twitter comments and have no clue ow people talk in actual face to face conversations, resulting in they have no idea how to write spoken dialogue in a novel, simply because they have no personal experience in communicating with others outside of texting and social media.
And because the author is not well read and only reads novels posted on WattPad, written by other illiterates like themselves, the characters become too aware of the existence of the reader, because the author, has grown up texting on cellphones and slapping the like button on FaceBook, and has forgotten the art of people talking to other people, for no reason at all, other than to enjoy spending time with each other.
You as the author, should know your characters like you know people you talk to in your every day real life, but when you only know how to text and smack like buttons and are months between conversations with others, you start to write your characters that same way.
You can't remember wat people WOULD say in a normal conversation, so you type what your characters SHOULD say to move the story plot forward. And this makes for dull, dry, uninteresting, unnatural dialogue.
Always write what your character WOULD say, if they were real people you were talking to at the local grocery store, not what your character SHOULD say to move the story's plot forward, and you will suddenly find yourself writing better dialogue. And once you start doing this, suddenly you'll find that all your character dialogue is easier to write, mute characters too.
Now this is not to say that dialogue should NOT have a purpose or that dialogue which pushes the plot forward is bad or wrong. No. Dialogue SHOULD have a purpose and it should push the plot forward. BUT, it should also feel REAL. It shouldn't sound like 2 electronic devices talking to each other simply to inform the reader of something.
The problem is the trend in ALL OR NOTHING style when writing. By this I mean, new writers will pick ONE grammar rule and focus on it and it alone and ignore all the rest. Thus we see dialogue that ONLY pushes the plot forward in cold, dead, robotic detail, and does not have the melodic flow of natural conversation.
There are 2 ends of the extreme.
1: Dialogue that ONLY serves the plot and talks TO THE READER
2: Dialogue that is loose and aimless and does nothing to push the plot forward at all.
You need to balance a medium between the two.
Real conversations are often aimless and serve no purpose because people feel the need to fill silence with something. But characters in novels RARELY ever do this, because authors feel this does not move the story forward.
But are you sure it doesn't?
A character who feels the need to talk aimlessly in order to fill up silence, DOES move the story forward, because it SHOWS the reader characterization. It SHOWS the reader that this character is uncomfortable with silence, is becoming nervous, and feels the need to calm their nerves by talking about nothing important, just talking to fill the void.
It SHOWS the reader that the character is acting nervous, without TELLING the reader they are nervous. This is good dialogue, even though it seemingly serves no purpose.
On the other hand, if the character stops what they are doing to say: "I'm nervous. This silence makes me uncomfortable." Well, that is bad dialogue because now the characters is TELLING the reader they are nervous instead of using the action of babbling at random to SHOW the reader they are nervous.
Can you see the difference of dialogue that SHOWS vs dialogue that TELLS?
You can make your dialogue aimless and real, while still serving a purpose. One doesn't have to be at the exclusion of the other.
The point is that your characters need to talk to EACH OTHER as though they were real people having real world conversations, but do so purposely without sounding fake. Your characters SHOULD NEVER talk to THE READER. The reader should be an invisible person whom the characters do not know exists.
If you ever feel that your character NEEDS to say this or that in order to get the message to the reader... STOP. Tell yourself that your character DOES NOT KNOW the reader exists. Than find a way to have your character SHOW the message through their actions, including through their interactions and conversations with other characters.
Think of it this way:
Your character needs to pick up the box and put it on the table. You could:
A: Have the character TELL the reader: "I need to pick up that box and put it on the table."
or
B: Have the character SHOW ACTION, by not saying anything at all, and simply walking to the box, picking it up, and putting it on the table.
Whenever you can avoid TELLING the reader something, avoid telling.
Whenever you can SHOW action, show action.
SHOW don't TELL is among the best advice you could follow, to improve the overall dialogue of EVERY character in your novel.
9 times out of 10, you can turn every line of dialogue TELLING the reader something into action SHOWNG the reader something instead.
And this brings us back full circle, to writing conversations with mute characters.
How?
Think about what you just learned.
You just learned how to have you characters SHOWING things to the reader through their actions, WITHOUT TALKING. And what does a mute character do? A mute character can not speak, so they can not TELL the reader anything at all and instead MUST SHOW the reader things through their actions.
And now you can see what I meant earlier when I said this:
When you can't write a mute character's communication, this is not a flaw in your ability to write a mute character's dialogue.
No.
This is a flaw in your ability to write ALL dialogue.
Period.
Your dialogue for ALL you characters is flawed, this is why you struggle with their ability to communicate with mute characters.
When you write vibrate action that SHOWS the story happening, your dialogue starts to flow more smoothly, because your characters stop TELLING the reader what is happening, allowing them the freedom to speak to other characters more naturally without focusing on TELLING the reader everything.
This in turn allows your mute characters to come alive as well, because NOW, you've discovered how to write your mute characters taking part in vibrate action that SHOWS the story happening.
When you focus on characters SHOWING action, you allow your characters the freedom to act more like real people. AND you free up the need to being TELLING the reader everything, which opens up the ability for your characters to talk more naturally.
And now that your characters no longer have the need to TELL the reader everything, this in turn allows your mute characters the freedom to SHOW their conversations through their actions as well.
REMEBER: People who are mute, are still people. They do all the same hand and facial gestures you do to get their point across.
>>>I’ve been flirty with the idea of a mute character, but curious about how others would tackle the dialogue. I’m leaning into an internal dialogue and then descriptions of actions but worried if that might get a bit repetitive. Also makes it a bit limited to a first persons perspective if I have that approach.
This is a common flaw in thinking about mute characters.
Sure you COULD do it this way, but you are not LIMITED to doing it this way.
In the case of Zebulon's Captive, the story is told in 3rd person.
The entire Quaraun series and the entire Twighlight Manor series and most everything else I write, is all 3rd person. In fact the only series I write which uses 1st person, is EelKat's Twisted Tales, which is all super-short Weird Horror short stories (varying from 1k to 10k words) told from the perspective of an unnamed, unidentified, character with no gender listed, allowing the reader themselves to BE the main character and feel the full terror of the shock horror tales.
I write A LOT of mute, semi-mute, near mute, and selective mutism characters because I'm very much a write-what-I-know type of author and I myself was mute, semi-mute, near mute, and had selective mutism for most of my life and still to this day suffer from varying levels of being semi-mute as well as suffering from severely crippling selective mutism.
If you have ever talked to me in person, face to face, you know how very severely disabling my selective mutism is and how incredibly difficult it is for me to talk to people on any level whatsoever, even in relaxed situations. In stressful situations it can shut down my ability to talk for days, week, even months.
This is why writing mute characters is one area in which I excel and why a large majority of my characters suffer from varying levels of mutism, from mild to server, to totally mute.
There are many flaws in my writing, many weak points I need to work on, but there are some area, where I'm very, very good at what I do that two of those areas is mute characters and dialogue in general. And the reason for this is because I write mute characters from experience, and because I've spent decades studying dialogue and speech, included more than 30 college courses on the subject, in my long attempt to be able to speak vocally.
My inability to speak, coupled with my desire to speak, was a major driving force in my life for 30 decades.
But, I also struggled with writing "normal" talkative characters, resulting in I started writing mute, semi-mute, and quiet characters because it was easy to mimic my own inability to speak. Thus I became very good at mute characters and flooded my books with many, many of them. And I did so without ever writing any of their stories in 1st person and without relying on internal dialogue.
As a reader, I have a deep dislike for internal dialogue. Every time I encounter it in a novel, I'm pulled out of the story and I stop reading because my mind suddenly wants to know: "Why can I hear what this character is thinking?" This has bothered me ever since I was a small child. I never could understand, WHY could I hear the character's thoughts. It bothered me. And 50 years later, it still bothers me.
As such, as a writer, avoid writing internal dialogue like the plague.
And as a person who was mute most of my life, I see using internal dialogue for mute characters as a poor cop-out and I see it as a sign of bad writing. Lazy writing.
A creative writer can find creative ways of getting a character's message across to the reader, without relying on lazy writing.
>>>Any suggestions for how you would attempt to make interesting and compelling dialogue with a mute character?
Imagine you suddenly became mute. Maybe it's just for a week or two because you have mumps, laryngitis, mono, or covid-19. Maybe it's permanent - you got attacked by a mountain lion on a camping trip and it ripped out your throat, somehow you lived, but you'll never talk again. How do you react? How do you respond? What would YOU do? How do you communicate with your parents? Siblings? Friends? Co-workers? Spouse? Children?
Still need help?
Have you tried writing prompts?
I see a lot of people baulk at the thought of writing prompts, but I often learn that they just never found prompts that suited their story and once they had prompts that fit their story, suddenly prompts became a thing they loved to use.
Let's see if you can use Writing Prompts to help you get the story moving forward.
I'm going to give you a list of writing prompts. I want you to take at least 1 of them, and just it to write a new scene for your story. See how many of these prompts you can use.
Below are 22 writing prompts. I want you to put your mute character into each of these 22 situations, and write them communicating to someone in EACH of these 22 scenes, but doing so WITHOUT using American Sign Language or internal dialogue AND I want you to write EACH of these 22 scenes in 3rd person NOT 1st person.
And remember - this is a writing exercise. I'm trying to get you to come up with creative ways for you to have your mute character communicate to other characters.
* Your mute character needs advice about something. What advice do they need? Who do they go to to find help? How do they convey their question to this person? What advice to they receive? Is the advice good or bad? What did your mute character do with the advice? How does what your mute character did effect Character B? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Your mute character find a weapon. Everyone expects them to use the weapon, but instead, they hide the weapons because they believe it's a weapon with a dark secret. What type of weapon is it? What is the dark secret? Why did everyone expect your mute character to use the weapon? How did people respond when your mute character decided not to use the weapon? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Because of a tornado, your mute character is revealed to have an addiction. What is that addiction? Why were they hiding it? How did the storm cause it to be revealed? How do people react to this discovery? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Your mute character inherits an unusual object. What is that object? Who did they inherit it from? How does this change their life? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Your mute character will do laundry. What needs washing? How did it get soiled? How will they wash it? If historical, do they wash it in a brook, haul water to a tub in the house, or have their servants do it? If modern, do they have a washer and dryer in their home or do they have to take a trip to the laundromat or does it need to be dry cleaned? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Your mute character will read someone's diary, but it is done for different reasons than people would expect. Whose diary did they read? Why did they do it? What did they learn? How does this change the story? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Your mute character makes someone a meal, and the action has far better results than expected. Who are they cooking for? Why? What did they make? How does this change their relationship? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* An old friend shows up. Who are they? Why are they here? How does this change your mute character's day? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* It is exactly midnight. Tell me what is going on right now. Where is your mute character
and what are they doing? Why? Is this a normal thing for them to be doing this time of night or is tonight special for some reason? What about Character B? What are they doing right now. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Write about a pair of eyeglasses and a beggar. Focus on describing unusual details. Remember to keep everything relevant to your story's plot. How is your mute character involved? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Write about a holiday. Focus on description that uses all five senses. Explain how your mute character is feeling emotionally. What they are smelling? What they are hearing? What they are tasting? What they are feeling physically? What they are seeing? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Write about a locket. Focus on creating at least one compelling new character: either the person whose photo is in the locket or the person who owns the locket. How is your mute character connected to this? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Describe your mute character's bedroom. What are 5 things found in the room that are important to the plot? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Describe your mute character's kitchen. What are 5 things found in the room that are important to the plot? If it's a time period from before the invention of kitchens, describe a place they would eat and cook their meals. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Your mute character is preoccupied. What are they doing? Why has it distracted them so much? What are they supposed to be doing but aren't because of this preoccupation? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Your mute character has become vaguely irritated. Why? What has caused this? How are they acting because of it? What can be done to appease them? How is this important to the plot? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* During the story, your mute character eats something that disagrees with them. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* The story must have an old woman in it. Who is she? Why is she so important? How does your mute character meet her? Did they already know her? Is she a relative? Old friend? Random stranger? What impact does she have on you mute character's life? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* While at the store/market/merchant/auction your mute character discovers they have lost their purse/wallet/money and can not make the purchase. It's a very expensive item and they were carrying a large sum of cash. Someone in the crowd realizes this and offers to pay for the purchase, in exchange for being allowed to use it. Who is this person? What is the item? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* A stranger drops a book. Your mute character picks it up intending to return it, but the stranger has disappeared in the crowd. Your mute character opens the book, hoping to find the owner's name written inside, instead they find... Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Your mute character wakes up in a strange place. They don't know where they are or how they got there. Tell us what happened and what they intend to do about it. They are mute and know no one in this place, how will they get help? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* There is a log cabin on the lake. For some reason this is terribly important. To who? And why? And why is your mute character here? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
Remember, these are writing prompts. DO NOT simply answer the questions with one word or phrase or sentence. Write a full and complete scene with a beginning middle and end and make it important to the plot of your story.
Ie: WP asks: "Who is the old lady?"
Don't write: "Mary's grandmother" and be done with it.
Instead write: "Mary's 82 year old grandmother arrived unexpectedly this morning. No one knows why. She's been sitting at the kitchen table, silently drinking her peppermint tea for the last three hours. How does someone make a cup of tea last three hours, I don't know, but she's doing it. Mary's mom offered the grey haired old lady some cookies but she refused to take one. She has an ominous arura about her. Like staring into the deepest, darkest soul of an ancient swamp witch. Her cold blue eyes were piecing as she stared out the window, sipping her tea, not saying a word. She had something important to say. That much I knew. I could see it in the grim determination of her jaw. She was clenching her teeth as if she had something terrible to say. Some horrible secret to reveal. Some nightmare to unleash upon us. But she sat in silence. Waiting. Watching. For what I do not know. Whatever se has to say to us, I wish she'd just say it already. The suspense is killing me. The tension is eating away at my soul. What does she want? Why is she here? Why do I feel this dark foreboding about her very presence?"
"The door latch clicked. The key jangled. The front door swung open. I recognized it's familiar creak. Mary's dad is home from work. I can hear him in the front room. Good. Every one's here now. The whole family. And me of course. But they are here now. Mary's whole family. Whatever the old woman has to say, maybe now she'll say it. The silence is killing me. I want to know why she is hear. What does she want? Why won't she talk? And ho the hell does someone spend three hours sipping tea? I had to know. I don't know why. I needed to know. What does she want? Why is she here? I can't stand the silence any more."
Also this example I just wrote, is 1st person and internal dialogue, specifically BECAUSE I told you NOT to do this, and I want you to come up with your own way of not doing it, instead of copying what I did, so I deliberately did the opposite.
And there you have it, in under 5 minutes, it didn't even take me 3 minutes to write that, I now have a new 200 word scene introducing an old lady to my story. A scene that I can easily expand beyond 500 words, once I write down her telling the family why she is there.
Don't just answer the writing prompt questions... WRITE a scene for you story, based off the writing prompts topic.
There are 22 writing prompts. I tried to make them generic enough to fit into any genre, any theme, any story, as I do not know what your genre is.
Feel free to change the prompts to make them fit your story. Like, one says to have a tornado happen, but maybe your story is set on a beach in Florida, so just change it from tornado to hurricane, or maybe your character is in a desert region, so change tornado to sand storm, or maybe they are in the deep north, so change tornado to blizzard or do they live in California? Than make it an earthquake. Are they in the south Pacific? Make it a typhoon or a volcano.
Maybe you don't need to add an old lady, maybe an old man instead... or how about an old stray dog? It doesn't matter how you change the writing prompt. What matters is that the prompt gets you adding new segments to your story.
And if you can make each scene at least 500 words long, that's 11,000 new words added to your story.
But what if you can make each scene 1,000 words. That's 22,000 new words added to your story.
Also, you could take each prompt and write it twice: once from the perspective of character A and again from the point of view of character B. Which would give you 44 new scenes for your story instead of 22.
And if you went with 1,000 words per scene, times 44 scenes, that's a whopping 44,000 words added to your story.
And if you are writing a novel, the average novel is 200,000 words, you're 1/4 to the end just from these writing prompts.
Now, if you are one of those people who says: "But writing prompts are a waste of time because nothing I write fits in my story."... well, than you are using writing prompts wrong. The goal of a writing prompt is NOT for you to write a stand alone scene that won't fit in your story. NO! The goal is for you to take the prompt, and use it to write a scenario FOR YOUR STORY. If the prompt doesn't fit your story, than make changes to the prompt so that it DOES fit within your story.
Don't just answer the prompt. Think instead about how you can make the prompt apply to your story. Get creative. Add things to the prompts.
You can easily take this prompt:
* During the story, your mute character eats something that disagrees with them. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
...and change it to this prompt:
* During the story, an indecisive alchemist falls madly in love with your mute character. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
...or this:
* During the story, an outlaw hides in the backroom of the saloon. Your mute character knows this and need to decide to help the outlaw or report his location to the sheriff. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
...or even to this instead:
* During the story, a frustrated astronaut is forced to live for 2 years on a space station with the research scientist who was the classroom bully decades ago. Your mute character is there with them and needs to keep the peace between them in order to finish the project and get back home safely. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
Do you see how versatile writing prompts are and how easy it is to change the details of them to make them match your genre? The original is generic and genreless, which the second implies Fantasy of some sort ad the third aims at Western, and the fourth leans itself towards Sci-Fi.
You can use these prompts over and over again, by making small changes like that, to make the prompt fix your story.
You can add even more changes to those writing prompts as well.
Let's go back to this same prompt again and change it some more:
* During the story, your mute character eats something that disagrees with them. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
Yep, same prompt we changed up to show you how to make is specific to your genre. Now we are going to change it up to make it be about facial expressions.
Now for those looking to practice writing facial expressions, here's some changes to try:
* During the story, your mute character tastes something sour. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* During the story, your mute character has a big, dumb grin on their face. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* During the story, your mute character shoved thier hands in thier pockets. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* During the story, your mute character twisted the wedding ring on their finger. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* During the story, your mute character lifted their shoulder in a half shrug. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Sometimes a frown is just a frown. Sometimes it's something a little bit more. During the story, your mute character frowns. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* During the story, your mute character has a smirk rode across their face like a pimp in a purple Cadillac. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* During the story, your mute character is being overdramatic. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* During the story, your mute character clenched their fists. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Sometimes a laugh is just a laugh. Sometimes it's something a little bit more. During the story, your mute character laughs. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* During the story, your mute character leaned against the wall. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* During the story, your mute character clutched their chest. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* During the story, your mute character face scrunches up, eyes squeeze closed, lips pursed - why? What causes this reaction in them? How do they tell others? This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* During the story, your mute character wrapped their arms around themself. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* During the story, your mute character raked their fingers through their hair. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* During the story, your mute character leaned against the wall. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* During the story, your mute character clutched their chest. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* During the story, your mute character tapped their fingers impatiently on the table. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
I just gave you 18 MORE scenes to write. At a minimum of 500 words each, that's ANOTHER 9,000 words you can add to your story, that are relevant to the plot, and also breath life into your characters by having them moving, gesturing, and expressing themselves without spoken dialogue.
Can you see WHY I am so shocked and utterly horrified by writers who ask questions about should they ad gestures and expressions to their mute characters?
You idiots! You SHOULD be writing ALL of your characters moving, acting, gesturing, expressing ... what the hell are you writing? Floating heads?
The Talking head or floating head syndrome is one of the absolute worst possible writing methods out their. It's what makes 1st person the laziest, shittiest, and easiest to write PoV.
And it's also WWHY every writing professor/teach on the planet tells you NOT to write in 1st person.
First Person is a PLOT DEVICE that is supposed to ONLY be used when you want the READER to be the main character.
First person should NEVER be used with a main character who has a name, gender, and physical characteristics.
But lazy ass writers, too incompetent to learn actual good writing skills, use 1st person PoV all the time. And it's boring as fuck because it's nothing but a floating talking head with no descriptions or actions being made.
Remember also, that the goal of a writing prompt is to help you ADD TO your story, not to distract you from your story, so make sure what you write is part of your story and not some random shit you just wrote just to get the prompt finished and checked off your list.
You aren't trying to check off having just written a certain amount of words or answering a certain amount of prompts. Your goal i to get your story written and use these prompts to help you think of new scenes for your story.
You want to be using the prompts to push your story forward, to push past the road block that has stopped you from writing.
If you are writing random shit that doesn't apply to your story, than you are using writing prompts incorrectly.
Remember: It's not MY JOB to write YOUR BOOK for you.
It's my job to write my book and your job to write your book.
And for this reason I will NOT give you...
>>>Any suggestions for how you would attempt to make interesting and compelling dialogue with a mute character?
...But I WILL give your writing prompts aimed at helping you to discover how to figure out how to come up with interesting and compelling communication methods on your own.
If you can not write a disability without asking other authors to give you ideas what to write, than you should NOT be writing that disability because clearly you don't know enough about it.
A creative writer can find creative ways of getting a character's message across to the reader, without relying on lazy writing, AND without relying on asking others to give them ideas for what to write.
You are writing your story. Not me. I'm not writing your story.
Stop being lazy. Stop bumming off others.
Sit down. Do your job. Write your story. And if you can't think of what to write, than change it to be about something you CAN write about.
There is no shame in removing elements and characters you are having trouble writing.
>>>Not sure how to write a mute main character... This is in an alternate world where sign language doesn't exist, so he uses other ways to communicate. What I want to know is should I emphasise on his facial expressions when he's communicating with people? And how should I write it if he communicates by writing?
You write these things the same way you would write them for a normal, not mute character.
I think this is the thing which baffles me and causes me to wonder, WHAT do you write about your other characters?
And yet, this question is one of the most common there is. It is asked literally thousands of times on ever writing forum, every writing subreddit, every author chat room.
Mute people are still people.
Mute people do all the same things none mute people do. You write them exactly the same way.
And yet... so many thousands of variations of this exact same question flood every writing place on the internet.
Why?
* Do so many writers really NOT write their speaking characters' actions?
* Do so many writers really NOT write their speaking characters' facial expressions?
* Do so many writers really NOT write their speaking characters' hand gestures?
* Do so many writers really NOT write their speaking characters' movements?
If you were ALREADY writing the facial expressions, hand gestures, and body motions of your speaking characters, you would NOT be asking how to write these things for your mute characters.
You write the facial expressions, hand gestures, and body motions of your mute characters, THE EXACT SAME WAY as how you are ALREADYING writing the facial expressions, hand gestures, and body motions of your speaking characters!
Why would you write them any differently?
Is it so uncommon for writers to write the facial expressions, hand gestures, and body motions of your NORMAL characters, that they feel the need to ask if they should write these things for mute characters?
This is a case where I feel your overall writing is seriously lacking.
I think this, because the ONLY reason you would be asking if you should write the facial expressions, hand gestures, and body motions of your mute characters, is if you are NOT ALREADYING writing the facial expressions, hand gestures, and body motions of your speaking characters!
I simply can not imagine NOT writing the facial expressions, hand gestures, and body motions of EVERY character. And I do. Every character. Every story. You know where their hands are. Nods. Winks. Hand shakes. Hugs. Tremors. Waving hello. Shaking head no. Shrugging shoulder. Thumbs up. Flipping fingers. You know the direction of the wind in their hair. You know the wrinkles of their face. You know the limp/gait of their walk. You know their saunter. You know their stature.
I describe EVERYTHING about their body movements. EVERYTHING. EVERY LAST DETAIL.
Most speaking people talk with their bodies way more than they talk with their voice. More so than they realize, I think.
I notice these things and write them down in my notebooks. I have hundreds of 3 ring binders that are literally nothing but notes I wrote from sitting in the park with my dog, and writing down every body movement I saw every random stranger do. I use these as references for writing those same body movements in my characters.
Try it.
Go to a park or a coffee shop or someplace where you can sit with a notebook and write. Than write done everything you see every one do. Describe every movement of every hand, every face, every foot. I guarantee you will become very good at writing character descriptions after spending weeks doing this sort of daily writing exercise.
It's very easy to do. You just write what you see.
Look. See. Write.
Writing, like painting, is a visual art form. Don't think in terms of sentences and phrases. Open your eyes and look around you. Than describe what you see. Why is this so difficult for so many people to do.
You are writers. Sit down and write what you see. Don't think about words. Don't think about phrases. Don't think about sentences.
JUST WRITE WHAT YOU SEE!
It really is that easy.
Everyone, speaking and mute, uses visual body clues. Even animals do. Look at dogs. Baring their teeth. Wagging their tails.
>>>This is in an alternate world where sign language doesn't exist, so he uses other ways to communicate.
It is the same in Quaraun's world, even though Quaraun's world IS our real Earth, the time period is before White men discovered American Sign Language.
In 1458 White people had not yet meet the Navaho or Hopi Native American Indians, so sing language was not yet discovered.
>>>What I want to know is should I emphasise on his facial expressions when he's communicating with people?
Yes. Yes you should, but you should already be doing this for EVERY character in your story, not just the mute character alone.
For Quaraun, he always "spoke with his hands" when he talked, so I continued to describe him this way after he lost his voice as well, but you do see him flapping his hands around rather franticly when someone does not understand what he wants. He get frustrated and his hands start shaking and he loses the ability to calmly convey with his hands the message he's trying to get across which causes further frustrating for him, ending up with him sulking and not even trying to communicate at all any more, frustrated at his own lack of figuring out how to be understood.
>>>And how should I write it if he communicates by writing?
You write these things the same way you would write them for a normal, not mute character.
In the case of Quaraun, his injury was brutal. Zebulon's men used a sledge hammer to shatter the Elf's hands, because he had tried to pick the locks in an escape attempt. A few weeks later, in spite of the injury that had crippled his hands, Quaraun tried to escape again, and when captured by the guard, he bit the guard.
Keeping in mind Quaraun is not human, is a cannibal used to eating other Elves, and has razor sharp teeth, not unlike a piranha. So biting the guard, also meant ripping the guard's throat out with his teeth. He killed the guard and this caused the need for punishment again.
The second punishment involved having boiling oil poured down his throat, destroying his vocal cords, tongue, and face.
When Quaraun finally does escape and make his way back home, he returns home not only mute, but also blind in one eye, with most of his face gone, and the bones in both of his hands and all of his fingers completely shattered.
Quaraun is not only unable to speak to tell any one what happened to him, but he also can not write, and can barely move his hands at all.
It is many years before Quaraun regains enough use of his hands to write again, and many years before his throat heals well enough to make any sounds, with normal speech never returned.
As such, there are scenes of him attempted to write but unable to.
When you people ask these questions about writing mute characters, you seem to be completely forgetting that a mute character is still a character. Simply remove the fact of them being mute and write them as you would any other characters. See how easy it is?
Like your other characters, you mute character still has hopes, desires, dreams, goals, hobbies, quirks, habits, rituals, emotions, movements, gestures, facial expressions, beliefs, etc, just like every other character.
When you write a mute character, you write their hopes, desires, dreams, goals, hobbies, quirks, habits, rituals, emotions, movements, gestures, facial expressions, beliefs, etc, just like the same way you write these things for every other character.
As your character moves across the room, you describe how they walk, what they notice, where they look, the movement of their clothing, how their smile dissolves into a frown when they see something out of place and stop to pick it up, than continue saying what they were talking about before they entered the room.
You should be doing this always for every character, and the very fact that you are asking if you should start doing it for your mute character tells me that your writing is flat an empty, your characters lack life and well, character. Your story is uninteresting and boring, because it is flat and bland and has no life breathing, moving, and flowing through it.
It's no wonder new writers struggle to reach 50,000 words, than end at 50,000 and call 50,000 words a novel, when the publishing industry considers anything under 75,000 words A SHORT STORY, NOT EVEN LONG ENOUGH TO BE A NOVELLA, LET ALONE A NOVEL.
If you were describing every move ALL of your characters made, like you should be doing, you'd have no trouble reaching 200k to 300k words in 30 days or less.
Descriptive writing is VERY basic, it's literally taught in Kindergarten to 5 year olds, it's THAT basic.
Descriptive writing is the basic foundation on which you tell your story, on which you build your prose.
Without descriptive writing all you have is the bare bones skeleton of the story. The structure that stands shakily on it's own, teetering in the wind, with no muscles to keep it strong, no flesh to keep it sturdy. At the first wind it'll crumble and fall.
This is WHY people like JKRowling and Stephen King are bestsellers with novels that are 500+ pages each. They excel at descriptive writing, describing every last detail of every last crevice.
Descriptive writing is the life blood of your story. Without descriptive writing your story is weak and anemic
And these questions are all asking the same basic this:
"Should I write descriptions about my character. This character is mute so I feel I need to describe what they are doing, but I don't know how to write descriptions.".
I'm NOT your kindergarten teacher. It's NOT my job to teach you the basic building blocks of writing.
I'm going to just say it: You have no business trying to be a writer of fiction if you don't know how to write descriptions of your characters.
The fact that you did not know you were supposed to be writing character descriptions for all of your characters right along, is deeply disturbing and is very telling about your extreme lack of even a basic knowledge of how to write a novel.
Go back and learn the basis on writing, because clearly you need to.
>>>And how should I write it if he communicates by writing?
This question is illogical.
You write that he is writing the same way you write anything else.
I can see why there is a famous saying which states:
"97% of amateur writers won't finish a novel once they've started"
This is because about 97% of amateur writers don't know shit about how to write and are too lazy to get off their ass and test out writing by sitting their ass down and writing something. It's far easier to run to the internet and ask someone what you should write or what they would write, instead of doing the work yourself and JUST WRITING to see what you can do on your own without help from others.
I will never understand people who lack self sufficiency and feel the need to bum off others.
Why can you just do things for yourself? Why do you feel the need to get others to do things for you?
You are a writer. You dream of becoming a published author. In order to do that you first must write the novel. And you are too busy running around trying to get others to do the work for you, so you don't have to write anything and can take the credit of other people's work.
Yes. That IS what you are doing.
Did I do that?
No!
I sat down and wrote my novel. And than I wrote another one. And another one. And another one.
Do you realize that I have been on the internet, posting daily, since 1996, and in all that time, I have never once asked a question to ANY ONE, ANY WHERE, EVER?
Thousands of people have come to me, asking me questions, asking me for advice and I've never understood that mindset.
WHY would you do that?
This is WHY so many writers will never become authors. Because they have no sense of self reliance. They are too busy trying to find a way to scam others into writing their novel for them.
Do you just stay up all night thinking: "Now, I'll ask this question over here to get them to write that scene for me, and I'll ask this question over there to get them to write that scene for me, and I'll this author and see if I can trick them into writing 3 or 4 scenes here for me, than I'll email that author and trick them into writing those scenes for me. With any luck I'll have enough scenes for 3 chapters by the end of the week. Yay!"
STOP!
JUST STOP!
Stop asking people online to give you ideas, scenes, and descriptions.
This is NOT how you write a novel.
You write a novel, by WRITING IT YOURSELF!
So go write your fucking novel!
Come on!
It's not that hard.
You're just being lazy.
Stop being lazy.
If you are writing in some hopes of getting easy money, you're in the wrong place. This career is a lot of hard work, a lot of long hours, and pitiless pay. Most authors work TWO 9 to 5 jobs in addition to writing, in order to pay the bills.
If you want to be lazy and do an easy job, go become a cashier at WalMart - pay starts at $22 an hour... that's $400 a week MINIMUM... that's more money in one week than most authors make in 3 months.
Writing is not easy. And if you don't even know the basics, than you're making it a lot harder than it needs to be.
Go take some college courses in creative writing. Clearly you need some, if you don't know you are supposed to be writing descriptions of your characters facial expressions and actions.
When you struggle and baulk at the idea of writing a mute character because you don't know how to write facial expressions or descriptions of actions, than honey, your novel has some serious structure flaws and writing a mute character is the least of your problems.
You SHOULD NOT be writing facial expression and action descriptions about ONLY your disabled characters.
This is horrendous writing.
It's WORSE than bad writing.
It's TERRIBLE writing.
It's you honing in on the disability, focusing on it, bringing it front and center. Making a point of calling it out.
Nothing will brand you as an ablest faster than this style of singling out the disabled character and writing them in a different style than how you write everyone else in your novel.
If you are NOT describing the facial expressions and actions of your none-disabled characters, than you should NOT be describing the facial expressions and actions of your disabled characters, EITHER.
>>>And how should I write it if he communicates by writing?
I'm not going to write your novel for you.
I don't know you.
I don't know your novel.
I don't know your character.
And even if I did, why should I write a scene for you and you novel when I could write a scene for me and my novel?
I'm not going to give you scenes, because you have no right to take credit for my work.
You write your novel and I'll write mine. That's how novel writing works.
It's this same way for EVERY writer, EVERY author, EVERY novel.
If I write a scene and you publish it in your novel, that's called plagiarism and you WILL go to prison for it because, I WILL take you to court if you try to take credit for my work.
I can't tell you how to write your novel, because it's YOUR novel.
I can tell you how I wrote my novel.
There are many flaws in my writing, but characters, bringing them to live through descriptive writing, giving them lifelike expressions, movements, actions, dialogues, and personalities, that is my skill. I've won awards for it. It's the thing my readers & fans love about my work.
Quaraun is someone who previously wrote quite a lot. It was something we saw him doing in his free time. Along with embroidery, beadwork, jewellery making, and sewing.
Remember, Quaraun never wanted to be a wizard. He was kidnapped when he was 3 years old, by The Di-Jinn Order, a group of priests who believed he was some sort of "chosen one" (he wasn't but they thought he was). They teach him magic, train him to be a very powerful wizard, but that teaching involves a lot of abuse and torture, supposedly to make him strong. All it does is traumatise him.
Scared trapped and lonely, Quaraun's only joy is watching the wild ponies that run across the desert and spend the night on the river's edge, beside the Di-Jinn's palace. Quaraun takes to sneaking out and feeding the ponies. One day his finds a small, weak, half starved ponies, it's leg caught in a hunters steel jaw trap. The little black horse is near death, Nearly starved from being trapped so long. Quaraun sets it free, treats it's wounds, and takes to bringing it food each night. The pony becomes his only friend.
Quaraun hates magic, he hates the training he's forced to do. He does not want to be a wizard. He wants to embroider flowers and horses on silk cloth. He wants to run free with the wild ponies. He dreams of becoming a merchant. A peddler. Making embroidered robes for fine ladies.
He studies magic because he must. He's beaten and abused if he neglects his studies. So he become very good at what he does. He becomes the best, in hopes that by doing so, they will let him free, so that he can leave this life behind and do what he wants to do: become a tailor.
The Di-Jinn are true lawful. Not good. Not evil. Just devoted to what rules and regulations. They have no time for fun, pleasure, hopes, or dreams, and when they discover, Quaraun sneaks out each night to care for an injured wild pony, they react violently. They hold Quaraun down and make him watch, while they kill the pony.
But they misjudged Quaraun and how good he is at what he does. And with a single scream, he killed them all. Every last Di-Jinn, save ZooLock the the priest, the only one who never beat Quaraun. Thousands dead, in the desert sand, and only 3 left alive: the elf, the horse, and the priest who escaped. And horse revealed itself to not be horse at all, but a Phooka, and not just any Phooka, but King Gwallmaiic, the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley.
He was never the Elf's friend. He was never injured. The whole thing was a trap. to lure the Elf out of the safety of the Di-Jinn Palace and kill him. The Di-Jinn knew this, but they had not told Quaraun, and now they were dead at the hands of the Elf they sought to protect.
And evil black unicorn stood on the shore of the river, this was not according to plan. And this was not a normal Elf. Elves had no such powers as these. No one knew Elves better than the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley, the evil black unicorn, whom had eaten thousands of Elves.
With the Phooka's identity revealed, and the Di-Jinn all dead, Quaraun fled the desert, back home to Ivujivik and the Phooka followed, fascinated by the create that looked like an Elf, but clearly was not an Elf.
Quaraun returned to icy, frigid Deep North of Quebec, to the city of Ivujivik, the City of the Moon Elves, and the Phooka follows, and transforms, as Phookas do, this time into the form of a Moon Elf, a Candy Chef named BoomFuzzy, and builds a Gingerbread house, in Ivujivik, so he can watch, and study, and discover what is this strange Elf.
Quaraun, does what he wanted to do. He casts aside magic. Takes up embroidery and beadwork, and makes lavish clothes for royal ladies. The weaver of strange fine bright pink silk, that imbues items made from it with magic powers.
It is not long before news spreads of the magical pink silk, woven, beaded, and embroidered by the strange quiet Elf. Soon mages, wizards, witches, and sorcerers from all over the galaxy are traveling to Ivujivik requesting robes and bags made by Quaraun. He becomes known as the pink wizard who makes bags of holding for other mages.
Meanwhile, he makes friend with BoomFuzzy, unaware, that this is yet again, the same little pony from the Di-Jinn Desert. Soon they are lovers, in secret at first, but when they are discovered, all hell fire breaks lose, for gay men are not allowed in Elf society, and the Moon Elf King, Quaraun's own father, orders their execution.
Quaraun lives through the execution, but is badly mutilated, and left a eunuch. BoomFuzzy escaped, but not without injury.
Both nearly dead, BoomFuzzy casts a spell that keeps Quaraun alive, long enough to heal from his wounds. But doing so, leaves BoomFuzzy too weak, and in too much pain to endure his own wounds, and to end the suffering, he kills himself. In death his illusions disappears and his true form revealed. The little black pony, the Phooka, the evil unicorn, who Quaraun had save from the Di-Jinn.
Quaraun is very good at what he does. Very, very good. And now, he throws himself into magic, dark magic now, with one thought in mind: find a way to resurrect BoomFuzzy, restore his life.
Quaraun locks himself in a tower, for 100 years. While outside the world rejoices at the death of King Gwallmaiic The Elf eater of Pepper Valley whom had held the galaxy in terror for a thousand years. At long last he was dead. The most evil creature to every live. Holidays were created, The anniversary of his death made into a day of feasting and celebration.
Than one day, on the 100th anniversary on BoomFuzzy's suicide, Quaraun emerged from his tower, and walked through the city of Ivuijivik in silence. He sat on the King's throne and smiled and waited and watched in silence, as his wives, his children, his father The King, all his people, all the Moon Elves, all the Elves from other cities, other countries, other world's celebrated this the 100th day of BoomFuzzy's death... oh but wait... did we say all... not all... for four are missing.
Four small children. Two boys and two girls. Two sets of twins. !0 and 12 years old. Quaraun's children, by the wife who acts as Regent Queen. They are no where to be found.
Screams of horror, fill the city, as their bodies are discovered. Dissected and bloody.
The Queen approaches her husband: "What have you done?"
"I loved my children, but I loved BoomFuzzy more. You all drove him to suicide and now you celebrate, rejoicing in his death, and now you will pay."
Before anyone can respond, every starts dropping to their knees. Clutching their throats. Coughing up blood. And Quaraun finishes what he started to say:
"I was with him when he died. I drank a poison that ripped his insides apart. He drowned in his own blood, suffering in agony and you all laughed at his pain. You will laugh no more. I poisoned the food of your feast, with the very same poison. Now you will all suffer as he did. You will all know the pain in which he died. And when you are all dead, with your blood, I will resurrect him. He will return as a lich, and you who drove him to suicide, you will now bring him back."
Thus how the Elves all died and Quaraun became the last Moon Elf.
With BoomFuzzy back, now a purple lich Unicorn, The Pink Necromancer and the his Lich feasted on the bodies of the gay haters and set out on a trek across the world to kill all who would oppose his love for another male.
Thus starts the story of the saga of Quaraun's life.
Quaraun, travels across the world. A simply merchant. A weaver of strange pink silk, that he embroiders, and bead, and sews into fabulous fashions for mages across the galaxy.
Quaraun has hobbies. Passions. Hopes. Dreams. Loves. Lovers. Hates. Haters. He is multi faceted. He gets hurt. He suffers. He cries. He feels concern for others. He worries.
The Quaraun series, is not a single story across a few novels. Every novel stands on i's own and fully a stand alone novel. They do not continue stories one to the next. They don't even have a chronological order and thus can be read in any order.
The Quaraun series is a set on many stories... think of it like Nancy Drew. Where each story is self contained and the only connecting factor is the same characters appear every time.
Quaraun lives many hundreds of years. The stories are set in different countries, different time periods. From the 1400s all the was till the end of the universe in 2525.
Why do I say all of this, in response to this:
>>>And how should I write it if he communicates by writing?
Because, not everyone who is mute, can write to communicate.
Not everyone who is mute, can use sign language to communicate.
Why?
Because writing and sign language both require using your hands.
That is why I told you about Quaraun's early part of the series.
To show you that he uses his hands, quite a lot.
He weaves cloth. Which requires your hands.
He embroiders cloth. A dainty, delicate art, that requires gentle hands.
Quaraun makes beadwork out of tiny seed beads and jewelry from tumbled gemstone chips.
Quaraun writes his life in diaries and draws pictures of his friends and the world around him.
Quaraun grows pink roses in his gardens.
(A side note - I weave cloth, I embroider, I do bead work, I sew clothen, I grow roses, and I make jewelry. I know these hobbies well, because I do them. I chose these hobbies for Quaraun, because I know how to write about and describe the details of these hobbies, because they are hobbies I do myself.)
All these things Quaraun does, he does with his hands.
But Quaraun rarely speaks.
BoomFuzzy talks and Quaraun looks up from his embroidery and nods and smiles and listens to BoomFuzzy talk.
Quaraun is very silent. He has very little dialogue. Most of the dialogue is BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn, while Quaraun listens in silence.
We see Quaraun, through 138+ novels and 2,000+ short stories, constantly using his hands.
While losing ones voice would be incredibly traumatic for someone who liked to talk, there is almost no change in the amount of dialogue Quaraun has, after losing his voice, because he hardly ever talked to begin with.
But for some who uses their hands for everything, to lose the use of their hands, that s devastating.
And than in Zebulon's Captive BEFORE losing his voice, Quaraun loses the use of his hands.
A sledge hammer brought down on his fingers over and over again, until every last bone was shattered.
And there is no medical treatment in a dungeon. It is several years before Quaraun finally escapes, and by that time the shattered bones have healed on their own, twisted, frozen, unmovable.
It is very frustrating when I want to talk to someone and they pat me on the head and say something like: "It's okay, here have a candy. Poor thing she retarded, can't understand us at all." (Happens more than you'd think!)
Something you might want to include in your story, is the way people respond to mutes: fear, confusion, avoidance.
To make him believable, you would want to have him clenching his fists, wrinkling his nose in disgust, and other such phrases to should his frustration. Sticking his tongue out as a way to show sarcasm, as would flipping them the middle finger.
Your character will be one of the rare few lucky ones if he's learn ASL and has access to enough people who know it to actually be able to "talk" with him using it. He'd have to come from a pretty wealthy family to afford to go to private schools for mutes/deaf/etc, which is how he'd learn ASL. Most never learn it and just do as I do: write/type to communicate, because most simply do not have access to the funds needed to pay for that type of education. His family might hire a private tutor, or possibly he might have had a public school teacher who knew ASL and taught it to him for free? Unless his parents are deaf/mute/etc they will not likely know ASL to be able to teach it too him (and you'd be surprised how few parents are willing to learn ASL to communicate with their child.)
He should be carrying a small notepad and pencil or maybe a white board and markers. Keeping a pad of post-it notes or index cards in his pocket to write on would be a good idea. He may have "business cards" printed up, that read: "I am mute, please wait for me to write down my response" to hand to strangers he meets (store clerks, waiters, etc.) But he may forget to keep this stuff on him, at which point he would use his fingers to pretend to write on his palm, to tell the other person he needs a pen and paper to write with.
Basically, when writing a mute character, unless he has a wicked, super-duper support group of family and friends willing to take the time even spend time with him (which in the real world, just doesn't happen) he's going to be spending weeks, possibly months on end alone - not hours, not days, weeks, and months on end with 100% ZERO human contact. Why? Because to put it bluntly people are scared of people who can't talk. People are scared of these they don't understand. Especially parents, aunts, and uncles all of whom don't want to admit to the public they have a demonic beast of a mute child in their family. Easier to lock the child in a closet, beat it daily, and tell the public it died years ago. That's what MY family did to me.
He will likely develop fears and paranoia of vocal humans at a very early age, a result of being told daily by friends, family, patents, aunts, uncles, cousins, teachers, siblings, and strangers that he is "dumb", "stupid", "retarded", "simpleton", "an idiot" and many other such labels. He will likely have been bullied and beaten up, and he likely will have low self esteem and be very shy and self-conscious..
When writing a mute character, remember that the average person, when encountering a mute person has the immediate reaction of assuming they are dealing with a low IQ person, who has no more understanding than a 6 month old baby. Even if he is an adult in his 40s, strangers are going to pull out a lollipop wave it in his face and say stuff like "Awwww wou wanna a wittle candy-wandy?" They will use the same "goo-goo-ga-ga" baby talk they use for infants. A common phrase deaf folks say is "I'm deaf not stupid!" and this is why.
People will act like the mute character is invisible and they will talk about him "behind his back" while standing right beside him, under the assumption that if he can't talk, he also can not hear, think, or have his feelings hurt. In other words, he and his family go out to eat at a restaurant, the waitress, upon realizing he is mute, will no longer address him, but address someone else at the table when asking what he wants, and a "friend of the family" will see them there, come over and say to the mom/dad "So, hows the little retard lately? I see he's eating well. You should institutionalize him you know. I don't know how you deal with it, I couldn't raise a child like that. You got the strength of Job I tell ya." Whether they intend to be or not, people are rude when they think you can not overhear them.
You may want to have your secondary character witness one of these rude events, happening to your mute character and that be the spark that gets them wanting to learn ASL, once they realize how very lonely and isolated he feels.
One more point: people are impatient, they will not wait for him to sign/write/type an answer. It takes more time to sign/write/type than it does to speak, and most strangers will talk to him, without even looking at him, assume he was too rude to answer, never notice him moving his hands, and stomp off in a huff to tell their friends about the rude arrogant rube they just meet. They will be off doing something else before he gets the first word out, and they will never glance at him long enough to even become aware that he is mute and is trying to answer them without his voice. He will daily feel frustrated and sometimes feel very alone in the world.
These are all things you want to carefully consider when you are writing a mute character if you want to make it believable. Life is no bed of roses when you have any sort of speech, hearing, or sight disorder. People treat blind-deaf-dumb people like shit. If you are mute they will call you dumb no matter how smart you are, like they think your brain doesn't work if you can't talk. Your mute character is going to find life hard and frustrating.
If you can not write an abused character with vivid accuracy, than you shouldn't be writing a mute character at all.
You wish to write gestures and expressions, but you wish to only do so for your mute characters. This is full on ableism at it's worst. You are singling out a disabled character, treating them different from how you treat your other characters. And this is what everyone does to us in real life too.
We are not treated as equals.
We are not treated with respect.
We are treated as special.
We are treated as inferior.
We are treated as magical.
We are treated as demonic.
We are treated as chosen ones.
We are treated as evil ones.
But we are never treated like humans.
Write write gestures and expressions for ALL of your characters equally, or write them for NONE of your characters just as equally.
Don't single out the disabled characters and give write gestures and expressions ONLY to them. This only reinforced the thought that they are not human enough to be treated as equals with other humans.
I don't feel that anything I say will ever help you write mute characters better, because you are too busy singling them out and not treating them as equals, to accept anything I would tell you.
>>>And how should I write it if he communicates by writing?
Have you considered how you would write your characters if he could NOT write AND he was mute?
Quaraun, not only becomes mute but he also loses the ability to use his hands.
So he can not write to communicate.
He can not use sign language to communicate either.
He can no longer weave fine cloth.
He can no longer embroider.
He can no longer do beadwork.
Depression fills his mind, his heart, his soul.
Have you imagined the emotional turmoil your mute character will feel in your world?
Being mute is not just speaking another language, as most people, most writers, treat it.
Being mute is being actively excluding from a part of life that takes most everyone's time.
Talking is a hobby, that most people enjoy. They love talking to friends, but what about people who can not talk. They want friends too. But no one wants to spend time with someone who can not talk. The mute people are excluded from almost every activity.
I don't feel you have a good grasp on what being mute is really like.
How lonely it is.
How excluded you are.
How desperately you want to know what human kindness and friendship feel like.
Being mute is more, so much more than just talking a different language or "speaking" with one's hands.
I can take any writing prompt, any writing challenge, any place, and time period, and write a Quaraun story about it. And this is exactly what I do. I can write a mute and semi-mute character in any situation, but I know what it is like to be mute in those situations. I know what it feels like to be mute. I know the emotions that come with how people treat a mute person. But I don't feel that anything I say will ever help you write mute characters better, because you are too busy singling the out and not treating them as equals, to accept anything I would tell you.
Body language is very important, not just for writing novels, but for every day life. Think about how much you use body language when doing things every day.
Think about the body language you use every day, than write down what you see. Use body language to add depth to your dialogue. For all your characters, not just the mute ones.
More than 50% of human communication is non-verbal. None-mute, vocal people use more body language to communicate than they do vocally language. If your characters are ONLY speaking vocally and your readers are not watching the character's body movements then you are writing flat, one dimensional characters.
You use body language t show your friends and family how you think and feel, what your emotional state is. So use body language to show how your character’s emotions affect their actions. Use it to help you show rather than tell your reader everything you want them to see.
But also, love your characters enough to know who they are and what they would do.
The very fact that you have to ask others what your character in your novel would do, tells me that you do not have a good relationship with your character. You don't know them well enough to write the. Get to know your characters better and than when you write, let them lead you on and show you the path through the story they want you to tell about them.
Just loving your characters would go a long ways towards helping you write about them.
I have characters that I love very much, and I write endless stories about them.
And I've done so since 1978.
Quaraun has very little dialogue. Almost none. Even before he went mute Quaraun was a largely silent character. He is very scared, very shy, very quiet, keeps to himself, bothers no one, speaks only when necessary and, rarely is it nessacarily. He sits back and takes quiet a lot of abuse, always turning the other cheek and hoping in vain that his abusers will just go away and leave him alone. But he becomes very deadly when he witnesses someone else being bullied. He knows the pain and suffering he feels and he can not bare to watch others suffer as he has, so he protects them, by killing their attackers.
I've been writing about these characters for almost 50 years now.
And most of the stories are nothing more than me retelling the abuse I have received at the hands of others, along with what I would like to do to them, were it legal to kill bullies, haters, abusers, and harassers.
The scene of a child, with her leg ripped off, her intestines pulled out and her breakfast spilling on the ground... I wrote that with such vivid detail because I write what I know and I write from experience.
I was 14 years old, a serial killer named Lisa Boluc did that too her, yes, the Cascade Road Bloducs who would kill 5 more people in Old Orchard Beach in 2010... they had PREVIOUSLY kidnapped me and 5 other children in 1991. One of those children was a 4 year old named Anastasia and that's what they did to her. Her brother Jon, who was 3 years old, they turned his around completely, to face behind him. That's how he died.
What did all have in common? We were all not white and were were all "retarded mutes" so they thought they could get away with torturing us children to death.
6 of us were kidnapped. 3 of us were still alive when the police rescued us. By the end of the week, I was the only one still alive, the others died from their injuries.
I wrote that scene in the novels with such vivid accuracy because that scene happened in real life to my friend.
And if you didn't know that THAT is the type of thing adults like to do to "retarded" "mute" children, that you need a reality check.
You only want to write mute characters because you want to be hip and cool and add diversity to your story, but you have no clue the hell we who are mute live through at the hands of ignorant bastards like you.
I write the abuse and torture and suicide scenes of the Quaraun series with such vivid detail, because they are ALL real live events that I have witnessed first hand in my personal life.
I've personally known 39 people who have commit suicide. That's WHY I write suicides so well.
The hanging tree scene in the Quaraun novels, that left Quaraun castrated and resulted in him killing his attackers... did you know I have an older brother, Roland, whom no one in my family will talk about? #1 because he's gay, and #2 because he's doing life in prison, after he locked 68 high schoolers into the Old Orchard Beach High School and burnt it to the ground, after those same 68 high schoolers, on homecoming night, striped him naked, tied his feet to the back of a police car, and drove 14 miles to Rotary Park in Biddeford, tied him to the flag pole, hosted him to the top and left him there to freeze to death in the dead of winter in Maine. The police found him 3 days later, and he killed his attackers the following year.
Yeah.
My parents, my aunts, my uncles, and pretty much every one in Old Orchard Beach, Maine completely shuns him because he had the balls to fight back and murder his fucking attackers.
This is the reality of how gay boys are treated in Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine.
This is the reality of how mute Autistics like myself are treated in Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Maine.
My fans, my readers, most of them hail, The Hanging Tree scenes as the most well written scene they've ever read. The scene where Quaraun receives his castration injury, the scene when his town turns on him for being gay... I wrote that scene with such vivid accuracy because that scene happened in real life to my brother.
I write what I know.
And the thing I know better than anything else is abuse, harassment, bullying, torture, beatings, pain, suffering, suicide, and not being able to cry out for help because I was mute.
THIS is why I write the violent bloody scenes I write, because I write what I know, and I've never known what it was like to be shown kindness, to be treated with respect, to have a friend, to be loved. I know what it feels like to be hit in the face with a brick. I know wat it's like to be 8 years old, locked in a raccoon trap cage outside in a blizzard, for 12 days without food or water, because adults thought it was funny to do things like that.
This is also WHY I can't write sex scenes, but I excel at writing rape scenes. I was raped over 500 times by the time I was 12 years old. I have NEVER had sex willingly EVER, not once in my entire life. I don't know how to write sex as a good or pleasurable thing. I ONLY know how to write being dragged and beaten stabbed with forks and broken glass, while being kicked in the stomach, to ensure any baby made doesn't live. That is my ONLY experience with sex. 500 times by the time I was 12 years old.
I've had 7 miscarriages. All before I was 16. And none were actual miscarriages, that just what the adults called it. They put me in the shower stall, turned the hot water on so it scalded my skin causing it to blister and boil, while they kicked me in the stomach until I passed out. I woke up in pool of blood and dead baby tissue.
That's not a miscarriage, that's fucking murder. They murdered all 7 of my unborn babies.
THIS is the reality of being a mute child.
THIS is the things adults think they can get away with, because the child doesn't scream, so no one hears their cries and knows they are being tortured.
My uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater was a monster. He is the one who did those things. Him and his brother Richard Merlin and David.
They were deplorable men who thought they could get away with child abuse, because they KNEW no one cares about a mute child.
And you want to write a mute character, without knowing what it is like to BE mute and have to live with vocal people think nothing of abusing mute children?
>>>Not sure how to write a mute main character... This is in an alternate world where sign language doesn't exist, so he uses other ways to communicate. What I want to know is should I emphasise on his facial expressions when he's communicating with people? And how should I write it if he communicates by writing?
These characters are very "real" to me. They are the only friends I've ever had.
Why are they the only friends I have?
Because in the real world, no one gives 2 shits about any one who is mute.
* If you want to write a mute character and have it believable, then make sure NO ONE in your novel treats them with kindness. Because that is what REAL people do to us REAL mutes.
* If you want to write a mute character and have it believable, then make sure EVERY ONE they meet bets them, abuses them, bullies them, harasses them. Because that is what REAL people do to us REAL mutes.
* If you want to write a mute character and have it believable, then have them write things down on a notebook, and than have the other characters rip up the notes unread and throw the whole notebook in the woodstove. Because that is what REAL people do to us REAL mutes.
When you are mute, no one cares about you and every one thinks it's fun to abuse you.
Let us now quote something I wrote 14 years ago, that still applies today:
I'm putting this on this page, because when writing mute characters, I often let the reader in on what they are thinking and how annoyed they are by others not understanding them.
Internal dialogue is important in most stories with mute characters, if the mute character is the main character. Not always. In the case of Zebulon's Captive, I avoided putting Quaraun's internal dialogue into the story as a design choice, because we see Quaraun's frustration at people not understanding him, and him used to having a voice and now not able to talk, he has to rely on getting people to understand him, but he's not used to being mute so he doesn't readily know how to get his point across.
By NOT putting in his thoughts, the reader is drawn into the frustration as the reader too, does not understand what Quaraun is trying to say.
Thus I put my answer here on this page to point out that sometimes a total lack of internal dialogue can be used as a plot device.
>>>How do you guys approach internal dialogue?
If it's short (one word or one sentence) I use italics.
>>>I find myself getting annoyed when it's italicized when I read,
I dislike it as well. Interestingly this is the grammatically correct and proper way of punctuating internal dialogue.
In recent years, there has been a mass flooding of shitty, incorrect, and downright illiterate bad grammar flooding published novels. This is because there are no gatekeepers in self-publishing, telling the author "You are doing this wrong, hire an editor to fix it and teach you how to do it correctly."
As such, we are also seeing full paragraphs and sometimes full chapters completely in italics, because it's all thoughts inside the character's head.
But italicising thoughts is correct, right?
Yes.
To a point.
It is CORRECT to put thoughts in italics ONLY if the thought is 3 sentences or fewer long.
Character A was lost in his thoughts. This is the first sentence. This is the third sentence. This is the third sentence.
This is correct and proper grammar.
If however there are four are more sentences, the correct method is to enclose it in the italic symbol without italicising it.
Character B was also lost in his thoughts. 'This is the first sentence. This is the third sentence. This is the third sentence. And here is sentence number four.'
We are seeing full paragraphs and sometimes full chapters completely in italics, because it's all thoughts inside the character's head.
But italicising thoughts is correct, right?
Yes.
To a point.
It is CORRECT to put thoughts in italics ONLY if the thought is 3 sentences or fewer long.
If however there are four are more sentences, the correct method is to enclose it in the italic symbol (the apostrophe) without italicising it.
This is a case of people knowing PART of a grammar rule and not knowing the ENTIRE grammar rule.
We see this error ONLY in self-published and small press published and vanity published books.
>>>and I find direct/indirect internal dialogue without tags too awkward, and usually write it to be indirect with tags.
>>>Do you guys have suggestions for the best ways to approach internal dialogue?
I suggest that you re-learn the grammar rules that were taught to you in 3rd grade because they are correct.
If it's 3 or fewer sentences, you italicize. If it's four or more sentences, you use apostrophes.
This is a simply, basic rule of grammar. Easy to remember.
But for some reason, almost no self-published authors does it, they just type page after page of italics.
This is why the advice to "READ TO IMPROVE YOUR WRITING" is such very bad advice.
If you constantly read unedited self-published novels, you will start to think the common errors self published authors make are correct and will not know good grammar from bad grammar.
Read to improve your writing is ONLY good advice, if you are reading professionally published novels that had a team of editors correct all the grammar errors.
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"My main character is mute. He was born without vocal cords, so he knows ASL, and has learned to cope. Any tips so he comes across as more believable and genuine, and can still come across as sarcastic if he wants to? The story's written from his perspective.
However, my MC is interacting with another character, who does not know ASL. How can I have them interact in a believeable and interesting way, while the secondary character learns the language?"
UPDATE: This article was written MANY years ago (2007).
In October 2010 I suffered from a stroke, which had multiple side-effects, one of them being my ability to form sentences verbally now.
In 2011 to 2013 I took speech therapy classes at a local college and am now able to communicate on a somewhat "normal" vocal ability.
I have Autism and do not speak verbally, thus I write and type as a way to communicate when face to face with others. I can talk on a limited basis. Speech is very difficult for me. My verbal words are desperately slurred and stuttered and go from either way too fast or way too slow. Most times I know what I want to say, but the words that come out of my mouth are mixed up and in the wrong order so sound like nonsense.
In spite of my having an IQ of 211, folks often consider me "dumb" due to my being near-mute and desperate lack of getting words out in the correct order. The joys of ACTUAL Autism aka Kanner's Syndrome. I am Savant. Super smart in 1 or 2 things, practically retarded in everything else. My savant skills: writing and art. Not much else I can do at all and people will be quick to tell you this too. In fact 99.99% of every person you ask, is going to tell you I am retarded. I have no one to talk to because every time I try to talk to anyone, they just shove their hand in my face and say: "No! No! I don't talk to retards. Come back later when you grow a brain." I wasn't even allowed to go to school. So I was never taught to read or write or do math or any of those things. How I can read and write is anyone; guess because no one taught me how to do either.
I write 7k words a day just as part of my daily non-verbal speech. That is how I am able to pound out 15k a day during NaNoWriMo every year.
It is very frustrating when I want to talk to someone and they pat me on the head and say something like: "It's okay, here have a candy. Poor thing she retarded, can't understand us at all." (Happens more than you'd think!)
Something you might want to include in your story, is the way people respond to mutes: fear, confusion, avoidance.
To make him believable, you would want to have him clenching his fists, wrinkling his nose in disgust, and other such phrases to should his frustration. Sticking his tongue out as a way to show sarcasm, as would flipping them the middle finger.
Your character will be one of the rare few lucky ones if he's learn ASL and has access to enough people who know it to actually be able to "talk" with him using it. He'd have to come from a pretty wealthy family to afford to go to private schools for mutes/deaf/etc, which is how he'd learn ASL. Most never learn it and just do as I do: write/type to communicate, because most simply do not have access to the funds needed to pay for that type of education. His family might hire a private tutor, or possibly he might have had a public school teacher who knew ASL and taught it to him for free? Unless his parents are deaf/mute/etc they will not likely know ASL to be able to teach it too him (and you'd be surprised how few parents are willing to learn ASL to communicate with their child.)
He should be carrying a small notepad and pencil or maybe a white board and markers. Keeping a pad of post-it notes or index cards in his pocket to write on would be a good idea. He may have "business cards" printed up, that read: "I am mute, please wait for me to write down my response" to hand to strangers he meets (store clerks, waiters, etc.) But he may forget to keep this stuff on him, at which point he would use his fingers to pretend to write on his palm, to tell the other person he needs a pen and paper to write with.
Basically, when writing a mute character, unless he has a wicked, super-duper support group of family and friends willing to take the time even spend time with him (which in the real world, just doesn't happen) he's going to be spending weeks, possibly months on end alone - not hours, not days, weeks, and months on end with 100% ZERO human contact. Why? Because to put it bluntly people are scared of people who can't talk. People are scared of these they don't understand. Especially parents, aunts, and uncles all of whom don't want to admit to the public they have a demonic beast of a mute child in their family. Easier to lock the child in a closet, beat it daily, and tell the public it died years ago. That's what MY family did to me.
He will likely develop fears and paranoia of vocal humans at a very early age, a result of being told daily by friends, family, patents, aunts, uncles, cousins, teachers, siblings, and strangers that he is "dumb", "stupid", "retarded", "simpleton", "an idiot" and many other such labels. He will likely have been bullied and beaten up, and he likely will have low self esteem and be very shy and self-conscious..
When writing a mute character, remember that the average person, when encountering a mute person has the immediate reaction of assuming they are dealing with a low IQ person, who has no more understanding than a 6 month old baby. Even if he is an adult in his 40s, strangers are going to pull out a lollipop wave it in his face and say stuff like "Awwww wou wanna a wittle candy-wandy?" They will use the same "goo-goo-ga-ga" baby talk they use for infants. A common phrase deaf folks say is "I'm deaf not stupid!" and this is why.
People will act like the mute character is invisible and they will talk about him "behind his back" while standing right beside him, under the assumption that if he can't talk, he also can not hear, think, or have his feelings hurt. In other words, he and his family go out to eat at a restaurant, the waitress, upon realizing he is mute, will no longer address him, but address someone else at the table when asking what he wants, and a "friend of the family" will see them there, come over and say to the mom/dad "So, hows the little retard lately? I see he's eating well. You should institutionalize him you know. I don't know how you deal with it, I couldn't raise a child like that. You got the strength of Job I tell ya." Whether they intend to be or not, people are rude when they think you can not overhear them.
You may want to have your secondary character witness one of these rude events, happening to your mute character and that be the spark that gets them wanting to learn ASL, once they realize how very lonely and isolated he feels.
One more point: people are impatient, they will not wait for him to sign/write/type an answer. It takes more time to sign/write/type than it does to speak, and most strangers will talk to him, without even looking at him, assume he was too rude to answer, never notice him moving his hands, and stomp off in a huff to tell their friends about the rude arrogant rube they just meet. They will be off doing something else before he gets the first word out, and they will never glance at him long enough to even become aware that he is mute and is trying to answer them without his voice. He will daily feel frustrated and sometimes feel very alone in the world.
These are all things you want to carefully consider when you are writing a mute character if you want to make it believable. Life is no bed of roses when you have any sort of speech, hearing, or sight disorder. People treat blind-deaf-dumb people like shit. If you are mute they will call you dumb no matter how smart you are, like they think your brain doesn't work if you can't talk. Your mute character is going to find life hard and frustrating.
Near-Mutism and Semi-Mutism are common occurrences in The Twighlight Manor series. Roderic Swanzen of course being the Near-Mute character used most often. Roderic can talk, but not well. Roderic has Autism, resulting in a desperately slow, slurred, and reversed speech that requires listeners to have more patience than the average person normally has, in order to translate what he is trying to communicate to them.
Roderic posses a unique problem, however, see Roderic also has no hands. In other words, not only can Roderic barely speak, but he also has no way to use either sign language or writing as an alternative either. To make matters even more difficult, the accident which cost Roderic his hands, also cost him most of his face, so a listener can not judge what Roderic may be trying to say, by attempting to read either his face or lips, either.
Roderic is a man who lives in deep internal frustration because he is not a dumb or stupid or retarded as most other characters assume him to be. He desperately wants to be "part of the group" and including in "the gangs activities" but he attempts to say this are often translated as pitiful attempts at trying to mimic intelligent speech.
Roderic's mind is fraught with turmoil and we often see him throw his body against a wall (at times hard enough to cause serious injury) out of sheer frustration at trying to get someone, anyone to pay attention to him long enough to figure out he is trying to speak.
There are times when Roderic has flung himself against a wall hard enough to crack his ribs, resulting in him crumpling to the floor in agonizing pain, eyes filled with tears, and howling from the sharp stabbing sensation shooting through his side, and the other characters do nothing but point, laugh, jeer, and talk among themselves in a conversation that sounds much like this:
"Uh, there he goes again, acting up."
"Just ignore him, he'll stop after a while."
"Why does he do that?"
"He's not right in the head, he never knows what he's doing."
"Should we get the doctor, sounds like he's in pain."
"Nah, he always does that. Poor thing, he's too stupid to talk."
While Roderic lays on the floor crying, a character will walk over and kick him in the ribs, causing the already cracked bone to break, sending searing pain down his side. The others laugh again, not giving any thought to the fact that Roderic may actually be hurt, nor do they consider the act that a man with no hands is unable to get back up off the floor and needs someone to help him backup.
Another Semi-Mute character in The Twighlight Manor series is Roderic's butler/house keeper/care taker Al-Keeme.
Al-Keeme was born with a cleft palate. Outwardly there are no physical appearance of the cleft as it does not extend to his gums or lips. However most of the roof of his mouth is taken up by a vast hole. The result is Al-Keeme suffers from having a "snake like hiss" when he talks. He learned to limit the "hiss" by avoiding all words with an "S"sound in them, resulting in his often awkward phraseology while speaking. This combined with the fact that he is a Lutino (an Albino with yellow eyes) caused people to bully him very badly at a young age, with both adults and other children keep their distance from him, claiming that he was part serpent.
In addition to the hiss (caused by the open passage between his tongue and nasal cavity, Al-Keeme also has "growl" when attempting words/sounds requiring the tongue to rest on the roof of the mouth, such as "D", "L", or "N". Al-Keeme is a very bold man, until required to speak and than he becomes withdrawn, shy, self-conscious and embarrassed. He is deeply ashamed of his speech disorder and his boldness in other areas is a direct result of attempting to overcompensate for his lack of proper speech.
Al-Keeme was the result of incest-rape and was beaten, abused, and twice nearly killed by his own mother during his infancy and early childhood. He was still a small boy when she locked him in an "Iron Maiden" like devise , leaving him there to die, abandoning him. After several days, his mother returned to check on him and deeply disappointed at finding him still alive, set out traps to capture rats, took said rats and locked them in the iron maiden with him. When the boy was discovered a week later, he was covered in bites and gnaws and left badly scarred over most of his body from the rats chewing on his flesh. It was an attempt to cover the rat bite scars that was the reason why Al-Keeme later had every inch of his body tattooed with serpents.
Al-Keeme grew up bitter and hateful, and went on to become The Lansquin (the most wanted criminal in the known universe, known to White Rock Asylum as Patient 1313; a serial killer suspected, but never proven, to have kidnapped, killed, and raped 15,000 young girls between the ages of 12 and 17). When his own family was murdered by another serial killer (The Red Dragon) Al-Keeme changed his identity and went into hiding, seeking refuge with the only person he knew who he could trust to keep his dark secret: Roderic, Lord of the Twighlight Manor.
Roderic took Al-Keeme in but knowing his true idenity, Roderic took advantage of Al-Keeme's willingness to do anything to bury his past. Thus the once proud, wealthy, aristicrat free-man, became the indebted slave answering unquestioningly to Roderic's every whim, eventually becoming Roderic's most trusted servant.
Al-Keeme and Roderic bonded because of the similarities they both had. Both had lost their wives to violent murder (both unsolved), both had speech difficulties preventing them from communicating effectively. As Roderic became more disabled in later/elderly years he grew to depend almost entirely on Al-Keeme for his care.
A few years before losing his hands, Roderic in a rage attacked Al-Keeme with a shovel, nearly killing him. This event cost Al-Keeme most all of his teeth, resulting in his already slurred speech becoming far more difficult, the embarrassment of which resulted in him going from limited speech to not speaking at all for quite some time (throughout most of "The Wild Years", when he was frequently seen but not heard.) Roderic later, feeling guilty for having injured his dearest friend so horribly, paid to have Al-Keeme's teeth repaired. It is after this point when we see Al-Keeme beginning to speak more often, because the dentures/false teeth, also fixed the cleft pallet as well. This is why in later years, Al-Keeme no longer has the "hissing" speech (which I write into his dialogue and actually results in the reader not being able to understand him any better than the other characters.)
After this attack of The Traveling Shovel of Death, the bond between Roderic and Al-Keeme grew stronger developing into a sexual relationship between them.
The other significantly "silent" character is Razzbury Swanzen, owner of original book-version of The Dazzling Razzberry. Razz sufferers from PTSD after witnessing one of the Lansquin murders. Razz is erratic, high strung, jumpy, nervous, and talks super fast, like an auctioneer. Razz became addicted to drugs and went from abused child to child abuser and eventually ended up in prison. Though horribly abused in his childhood, Razz had spent most of his free adulthood living a fairly uneventful life. During his 41 years in prison (his life sentence was shortened when family that had accused him, dropped the charges) Razz (accused of child rape) was treated mercilessly by both the prison guards and the other prisoners. His PTSD resurfaced and in order to prevent his being killed by other inmates, Razz was put in solitary confinement, where he would remain for 20 years.
It is upon his release from prison, that we see the silent, deeply depressed, emotionless Razz, who spends the next 20 years doing nothing but sitting on a piano bench in front of the giant pipe organ which sits in the front pallor of The Twighlight Manor. Razz sits, unmoving reading and reading the same page of the same book, over and over again 10, 12, 16, 20 hours a day, day after day for weeks on end, without saying a single solitary word. Razz is a broken man so detached from reality that he no longer speaks at all. On what few occasions one (usually Etiole) is able to get him to speak, it is very disjointed, nonsensical talk about piranhas attacking, pink penguins running by, and chocolate pudding talking from it's bowl, intersected by stutters and ticks. Coherent speech has all but disappeared from Razz's vocabulary.
It is no secret that Sir Roderic Lincandonia Swanzen, owner of The Twighlight Manor, is my favorite character, and you don't have to read very many blog posts, articles, site pages, etc to realize, I talk about him A LOT. While you see him mentioned in passing on just about every page on this site, there are some pages where I go into vast detail about his life. I am going to make a list of them all and tack it to the end of each of those pages, to make it easier for readers to find them all. And here they are:
Developing Character Backgrounds
Using a Character with a Mental Illness
NaNoWriMo: How Do You Pick Which Story to Write?
Enhance Your Creativity To Become a Better Writer
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