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By Wendy C Allen

f you are here looking for aliens, ufos, demons, cryptids, haunted cars, curses, Etiole, the wild man of old orchard beach, the goldeneagle car, the white monkey, or any of that other weird bullshit, you want this video:

...and after that video, you want these ones:

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@eelkat 1964 #Dodge 330 that people call "Goldeneagle" or "world's most haunted car" #maine #artcar #volvo #antiquecars ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

Wendy Christine Allen, 2019, able to sit up in a chair for the first time in years, and able to raise up my arm and wiggle fingers. This was when I started playing Witcher 3 on Twitch as part of my physical therapy to regain finger movement. Playing Witcher 3 daily from 2016 to 2019, is how I regained the use of my thumb and two for fingers on my right hand... it is also why I stopped playing Witcher 3 in 2019, once I had strengthen my two forefingers enough to start typing again. Wendy Christine Allen, Old Orchard Beach's Autistic Author, Artist, Illustrator, & Art Car Designer Counting Down to the September 23, 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978) If you are here looking for The Twighlight Manor series, The Crystonite Wars series, The Wild Years series, The White Rock Asylum for the Criminally Insane series, The Twisted Tales series, the Captured By a MerMan series, The Space Dock 13 series, The Kats of Planet Ptarmagin series, the stories about Miss Citten the Eel-Kat, or the stories about Etiole... ALL of those series were combined and consolidated into The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane Pink Necromancer series in 2014, so ALL the different series, are now under one series title. List of the published titles still in print: The Index of over three thousand stories in The Pink Necromancer series What the series is about, for those new here: The introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series.

If you want some stories to get you started in The Pink Necromancer series, reading these first will give you a good introduction to the 3 main characters: BoomFuzzy's Chowder Dilemma If your ass ain’t freezing or your brains ain’t scrambled, you’re ain’t really trying A Very Important Clump of Grass The Washer Woman & The Fae Absinthe Slushies: An Ode to Frozen Green Fairy Wine Bone Dice Excited For The New Baby Zwodder: A Drowsy Stupid State of Mind Pink Sheep, Cheesy Burritos, and The Grim Reality of Zombies Open Grave The Phooka's Dragon School The Moon Goddess Laughs From The Rooftops The Jar of Pickled Toes The Book Burning Maggots, a You Can't Spell Hatred Without Red Hats A Day In The Life of a Bumbling Necromancer The Three-Seventeen Pee Expedition

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

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

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

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

Coming soon (Nov/Dec 2026)... patterns for my slow stitched embroidery:

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

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

I shouldn't have to say this, but people keep contacting me, so apparently I do:

• No, I do not believe in aliens. Stop contacting me to ask for alien information. If you believe in aliens, I think you are insane, retarded, or both.

• No, my car is not haunted. I've debunked that rumour many times now. . Stop contacting me to ask for haunted car information. If you believe in haunted cars, I think you are insane, retarded, or both.

• No, I am not connected to Stephen King. I didn't even know who he was until you idiots started contacting me asking about him. I had to look him up on Google to find out what you were even talking about! If you have questions about Stephen King, go contact him and ask him. I'm not him. I don't know him. I know nothing about him. I've never read one of his books. I've never seen one of his movies. I can't figure out why you people are even coming to me to ask about him in the first place!

1. If someone told you I believe in aliens, if someone told you my car was haunted, if someone told you I was connected to Stephen King, you NEED to contact the FBI agent in charge of my son's murder investigation and TELL HIM WHO it was who told ou, exactly WHAT it was they said, HOW they contacted you, WHERE they contacted you... because it is a KNOWN FACT that my son's murderer is the one who started all these slanderous alien, haunted car, Stephen King rumours, and the FBI is trying to catch her.

If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

Do you know who this woman is?

On August 8, 2013 she drove a backhoe over my house. On November 14, 2013 she arrived at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me with a golf club and murdered my son. One June 24, 2016, days after my first attempts to walk again, she attacked me with a shopping cart at Scarborough, Walmart, reinjuring the Nov 14, 2013 injury.

She crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, a woman with a golf club, severed my spine and bashed my baby's head in, I spent 9 years relearning to walk, and the FBI is 13 years into the murder investigation and not yet id-ed the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club.

Complete details of EVERYTHING she did is on this page here.

The golf club woman who called herself Clair as she looked November 14, 2013. Her hair is a weird chin leangth pageboy (very Medival style cut) platinum blonde with wide brown/black dyed stripes in it (like a reverse of Lily Munster, but the stripes are several, almost like a zebra). I am 5'6" and she was a LOT taller then me, like closer to the height of a man; she had thin lips like a man, and large nose like a man... she COULD have been a man disguised as a woman, given the ease with which she severed my spine....she's is a LOT stronger then is typical for a woman). She was wearing a chambre blue denim "blazer jacket over shirt" and a button up mens shirt (possibly flannel) and blue jeans. The bulk of her yelling was focused on accusing me of being transgender, even while ripping my baby out of my 8 month pregnant belly and bashing his head in with a golf club.

The Claire woman as she looked during her shoping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart June 2016, the attack with left me paralyzed and in a wheelchair. Her hair was dyed dark red, and she drove away in a gold Volvo 240 Station Wagon of a late 1980s/early1990s model, with a "458" on the lisnce plate.... If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

@eelkat part 9 of 10 #dogwalk around the block (Maine st, Elm st, South street, Bradbury st) #Biddeford #Maine #night #fbiinvestigation #truecrimetiktok ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

Good god! We just found out about yet another slanderous rumour this woman has been spreading? When does it end? How many more of these things are out there?

Video explains what else she's done ...

If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

If you encounter anyone claiming my car is haunted, demon possessed, or somehow connected to Stephen King please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. @eelkat part 7 of 10 #dogwalk around the block (Maine st, Elm st, St Mary's, Dunkin, South street, Bradbury st) #Biddeford #Maine #night #plannedparenthood ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author If you encounter anyone claiming I believe in aliens or was an alien abducttee, please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

@eelkat part 4 of 10 #dogwalk around the block (Maine st, Elm st, St Mary's, Dunkin, South street, Bradbury st) #Biddeford #Maine #night #library ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author If you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. If you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

I am sick and tired of people not giving a shit that my son was murdered!

I am sick and tired of jackasses making up rumours and lies about me and my car, calling me an alien abductee and my car haunted, just to try to cover up my son's murder!

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The Reality of Online Incomes
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Today's question about The Reality of Online Incomes vs The Fantasy Dreamers Seek, is not a question at all but a comment comes from:

The Warrior's Forum

which I am commenting on. Enjoy!

[QUOTE=Steve B;11076253]Here's what I have noticed over the course of many years in the small business development arena that I chose to make a career decades ago.

Most people that have the dream of starting a business don't really want to have a business at all.

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[*]They dream of huge incomes that will support all their fantasies

[*]They dream of a non-structured lifestyle where they avoid commitments, deadlines, and boring meetings

[*]They dream of being the boss, not taking orders from anyone, making all the strategic business decisions themselves

[*]They dream of being able to run their business from wherever they choose

[*]They dream of working when they want to and as long as they want to - typically  craving shortened work days and work weeks

[*]They dream of the prestige and status of owning their own company

[*]They dream of a secure and fulfilling working career with lots of money available for their early retirement

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The dreamers almost never acknowledge the underlying realities of the work, sacrifice, and commitment that are never optional for success.

.... (large section removed... go to the thread to read the full quote)...

The best to all of you,

Steve[/QUOTE]

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While my original answer to this question (The Reality of Online Incomes vs The Fantasy Dreamers Seek) appeared on the thread linked above, my answer here on EelKat.com is longer and has more detail then the one posted on the original forum.

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The Reality of Online Incomes
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I must nit-pick this list, for it is so true and I am so sick of people saying to me: "But....but...but... I thought..."

This is so true.

When people start looking to make money online and they come to me and ask where to start first, because I make money online and therefor I MUST be a "guru" just falling all over myself to "mentor" them (see my Warrior's Forum inbox).... the first thing I tell them is this:

Do you have a business license?

Did you get a permit for running a business in your home?

Have you applied with the IRS for an EIN?

Does your town have laws against operating online businesses out of your home (thus requiring you to rent office space elsewhere)?

Have you contacted the SBA and requested their pamphlets and guides to starting a business?

Have you registered your business name?

These are all things you have to do BEFORE you get started.

These are the first steps to starting a business. Yes, even an online one.

And then they go...

"But....but...but... I thought..."

What? You thought you didn't have to obey the law or pay your taxes?

"But....but...but... I don't live in the USA..."

Well, tough luck, because if you have an online business selling to Americans, you ARE required to collect taxes from them and report them to the IRS, no matter where you live. Just like we Americans who sell to Europe have to pay those VAT fees.

In fact, non-Americans needing to pay IRS taxes, is the #1 reason, Kindle authors give up on ebooks with Kindle, after they make their first $600 in USA sales and Amazon closes their account because they refuse to forward tax information to Amazon.

I sell most of my Kindle books to readers in Japan and Germany. Only 5% of my sales are in America, even though I'm a Scottish person living in America. Every February I get a mountain of paperwork from Amazon. Because my books are sold in over a dozen different countries and I have to fill out all the various tax forms for each and every one of them.

Welcome to the world of global online business, where you not only have the IRS, but every other country has taxes that have to be paid too. Who knew? 

And more importantly: how many "make money online gurus" are out there telling newbies this very important information? None. Not one.

Why? Because they are too busy screaming "Buy my get rich quick scam guide, give me all your money, money, money!" to get money out of newbs.

Those gurus have no real interest in helping them get a business started. How many "gurus" and "mentors" are there out there who ACTUALLY teach starting a business? 

I see time and time again, newbies bemoaning having spent $20,000 to $30,000 in years of mentor "coaching" and never getting anything useful out of it.

You want REAL knowledge on how to start and online business? Do what I did: go to your local community college and sign up for a business degree. I took 3 semesters of business and entrepreneur classes. Didn't go for the full degree because I wasn't interested in the degree, I just wanted to take those classes and you had to be in the degree program to take them. But I learned way more in that year and a half of business classes at a local college, then any online guru ever spouted out in their "get rich online" guides. And I learned it from REAL business owners, running REAL businesses, and got to take class tours of businesses to see how REAL online money makers make their online money.

Dreaming of making money online is vastly different from the reality of making money from an actual online business. I wish more people realized that.

My inbox, wishes more people realized that too. Along with wishing people didn't spam with "OMG! You make money online! I want to do that! Tell me how!" If I spent all my time answering newbies looking for answers, I'd never have time to make money online.

But, I'll answer ALL the newbies in my inbox right now, and say this:

I never once emailed someone to ask them to tell me how they made money online. No. I was too busy in libraries researching how to start a small business. I was too busy going to college taking business starting classes. I was too busy teaching myself how to start a business and applying what I learned and putting it to action, to have time to waste running around online chasing after online money makers asking them how they did what they did.

There are quite a few people online and offline who over the years have pointed to me and said "She's a success" They have had wide and varied reasons for what they termed "success" to mean as well.

Because I am fully transparent with who I am, where I am, what I do, how I do it, and even post my actual income figures online in yearly reports... it has resulted in certain people of certain circles to, realize where I live and for some reason decide it's okay to drive up hear, prance up into my yard and visit me uninvited.

ahhhhh....

They get here (trespassing in my yard, clamoring past dozens of keep out and no trespassing signs) and ask stuff like: 

"But....but...but... I thought that whole story about the bomb blowing up your house and you living under a tarp for 9 years was a marketing gimmick..."

Nope. I really am not white and the Ku Klux Klan really did blow up my house, because they didn't like the fact that Stephen King filmed The Thinner movie on my farm, and the Old Orchard Beach town hall really is run by the KKK and refusing to give my non-white Gypsy arse building permits to rebuild because I'm not white enough.

"But....but...but... I thought you make all this money online... how can you not have a house to live in a sleep under a tarp for 11 years... I thought you were a success..."

Yes, that is my income, yes, I really am homeless, now going on 11 years as of April 2017, the bomb blew up my house October 18, 2006. Here, while you're here, let me introduce you to Golgotha. She's the big white cross the KKK left behind after blowing up my house. Hey, let me point to the 4-door-white pick up truck across the street. Notice his loaded gun pointed out the window and aiming up here, you better duck and run, he's one of the KKK ring leaders and it doesn't matter how white YOU are if he sees you standing in my yard talking to little none-white me. 

Do You Know Who Drove This Backhoe
Over My House August 8, 2013?
Have Information? 
Call FBI Agent Andy Drewer 
@ (207) 774-9322 

Welcome to Maine. We really is mountain folk. Just look at him, owner of the biggest motel overlooking Pine Point, brags he paid $6million for his house, and runs around town screaming and pointing and pointing at me while saying: "That's Ken's son, that's a man, look at how he's dressed, kill or be killed, all transsexuals are alike, remember Saco Shaw's! Look at that car and that camper. That thing and it's cars are too gay for the family friendly town of Old orchard beach!"...followed by a rant of how HIS motel is better than all the rest, because HIS motel doesn't allow gays or non-whites inside. In between, more bragging to having paid $6million for his house, which he claims gives him the right to tell the town hall what to do.

He calls himself "civilized" while running around shooting at everything with his big old gun, and calls me savage, because I painted my motorhome pink and grow too many gay, I mean pink roses.

He worked the town up into a frenzy of "OMG! There's a transsexual in town"... so I walked around naked for a bit, nothing but a purple cape that said in 8" letters on it "I'm too gay for OOB". My 38D boobs and vagina embarrassed the hell out of them, and they haven't calls me a man ever since.

Hey - never call an OtherKin female hermit with Schizophrenia a man, or call her gay, especially when she's so straight she obsessively writes Yaoi... she'll toss her clothes off and run around town naked just to prove them wrong. You know, because that's how someone with Schizophrenia responds to jackasses like the gay hating, cat murdering do-goodies of Old Orchard Beach.

"But....but...but... I thought... you make so much money online... why don't you move... buy a mansion in Florida or France or something..."

What? And leave the swamps of Old Orchard Beach? I've lived here since 1975. Having all the money in the world isn't gonna make me leave, it's just gonna make me build higher barbed wire fences then I already got.

Besides, where else other then Maine could I live the way I live. How many crazy cat women do you have in your town, living under tarps in swamps in the dense forests, dressing like Liberace, living as an Elf and driving a car with 2.5million marbles glued to it.

You know there is a reason the tourists who come to Old Orchard Beach, Maine laugh at us year round residents and call us hicks in the sticks... it's because we are hicks in the sticks. 

You really think a crazy wild swamp hermit like me could live in a society any place else in the world? I fit inn here in Maine. Believe me, I'm far from the craziest crazy person Maine has. Maine has a slew of cult compounds, religious maniacs.... and if you to Parsonfield, you'll find signs in driveways a hell of a lot bigger then my queen sized bed sheets/Keep out signs.

Think about it. Do you really think YOUR town could handle having someone like me living in it with people like YOU?

People around here don't tell you I'm a feral child who was raised by feral cats, for nothing you know.

"But....but...but... I thought... you make so much money online...  you could have beach houses, mansions, race horses, Ferrari, Lamborghini, Rolls Royce, ... isn't that why you make money online?"

No. I didn't.

Yes, I could have those things. If I wanted them. But I don't.

I didn't set out to make money online. Making money online is something that happened naturally over the course of time. It wasn't my goal. It never was. I'm happy here in woods. Don't need to go anywhere else, don't need the mansions or cars...

"But....but...but... you don't have a house!!!!!!!"

And I dose nae seem to care.

2001 a back hoe drove over my house.

2001, got a new house moved in, and Morin House Moving Company, cut it in half and moved it to Lake Arrowhead. They were paid to do so by Mark Elliot. A local pastor from Arundeal.

2006 a bomb blew up my next house.

2007, same back hoe drove over my next house

2013 same back hoe drove over my next house. 3 times now.

You'd think they'd realize by now that I'm not leaving and give up.

Next house I put up is going to be a backhoe proof stone peel tower.

"But....but...but... you live under a tarp!!!!!!"

Yes. I do. So what? Are YOU going to get off your lazy ass and do anything about the psychopath with a backhoe? I've had 5 houses on my land since 2001. And not one person has ever done a damned thing about this Ku Klux Klan problem we have in this town. Not one. Not one single police officer in this town has the balls to stand up to the billionaire with a back hoe. They're all too scared of his hoards of guns.

More then 40 families in this town have lost their houses to that man's back hoe since 2001. Including both of my neighbours to either side of me.

More the 140 families have had a grand total of more then 500 pets, mostly cats, but some dogs as well, kidnapped and slaughtered by these white power bigots.

I know for a fact that more then 3 million people on this planet have read the Squidoo articles about these events.

I also know that not a single damned one of you ever lifted a figure to help a single one of us families being terrorized and tormented by these viscous gay hating, white power bigots.

Yes, I live under a tarp. What do you care? Are YOU going to stand up to that back hoe? Or are you just gonna stand in my driveway pissing your pants and going "OMG! How can you stand it!"

Unlike YOU, I don't have a choice. And I will continue to be forced to live like this until, someone like YOU, stands up to the horrific hate crimes of this town, says enough is enough and does some thing to help us.

I have 3 ruptured discs in my spine, a cracked hip, and am on a cane, because that bastard doesn't just drive over houses and cut cat heads off, he also beats up defenseless elderly women too.

I don't want or need your damned pity and if you aren't going to help me fight for my rights, then get the hell out of my yard and stop boo-hooing over my living conditions. Your pity isn't helpful. Your pity doesn't put a house in my yard. Your pity doesn't put my cats heads back on. Your pity doesn't heal my injuries and allow me to walk again.

And you're only boo-hooing n my driveway in the summer. You don't see how hard winters are here. We get 21 feet of snow in the winter. Snow starts in October and melts in May. We get a lot of snow and I have no walls around me to keep out the cold and no roof over my head to keep me dry, and now that the Ku Klux Klan has cut the heads off my cats, I don't have anything to keep me warm any more either.

"But....but...but... money and cars and houses...."

I don't care about those things. I never did.

Yes, I would like to have a house, why do you think I keep rebuilding after each time the bigots attack? But 5 houses destroyed now and my health is now to the point I don't have the strength to rebuild again and I don't have one damned person to help me build a 6th house.

You got to remember I built the tent YEARS before the bomb blew up my house. Largely because, with the Ku Klux Klan and their back hoe it's rather difficult to keep a house up, so I have had to get used to no house.

What do the police do? Nothing. One officer's response was to laugh in baby talk... "Ooooooh, did somewon dwive a witty bitty backhoew over the cwazy Gypsies house, oh boo hoo."

They had a similar response to he bomb that killed my doctor in 2003, seeing how he was a Muslim from Russia.

The fire department confirmed a bomb blew up my house in 2006, but the bomb was "lost" from the evidence room of the police department, the following week.

The police response to being told my cats heads were cut off and nailed to my door was to say: "Oh, well, what can ya do. Cats die."

Welcome to Old Orchard Beach. The town that is currently being investigated by the FBI.

I only had to house so I had a place to cook in a kitchen and a bathroom to wash and poop in. I've been sleeping outdoors at night for decades. All the bomb did was make it harder for me to cook meals and bath. Nothing more.

"But....but...but... you're making all this money online..."

Again, money was not my goal.

Money does not motivate me. Neither does buying things.

Of course you got to realize, every time I buy anything, there's that crazy neighbor with a backhoe, who makes even me look sane... it's rather pointless for me to buy anything as long as he's there to destroy it and the white power police officers of this town refuse to do anything to stop the KKK from doing these things to us non-white residents.

"But....but...but... what do you do with your money?"

I glued 2.5million marbles to my car. Then I bought a motorhome and painted in pink with 300+ cans of Rustolium "Very Berry Pink". Made a Lord Sesshomaru CosPlay, then made a Quaraun the Insane CosPlay... and crazy cat woman... I spend $500 a month just in cat food alone.

I buy tons of non parisable food and pack my car full of bags of food, then drive around Biddeford and Portland (yes in the car covered in marbles) and look for homeless people in Maine's ever growing cardboard box villages, and hand out bags of food to people.

The rest goes to The Salvation Army. It's not like I'm allowed to spend my money on anything thing for me, when the psychopath with the backhoe is running around vandalizing everything. Might as well buy stuff for people who don't have a psychopath destroying everything they own. Besides, I grew up in the forest. I know how to survive. Most of the homeless around here are too pampered from house upbringings to know how to survive. They're a lot worse off then me. Homeless problem is really bad in Maine. A state with 2million residents and 90,000 homeless.

I never had a fantasy of big houses or huge incomes. I don't need them. I probably keep less then 10% of my income.

You know, maybe instead of thinking about yourself, you should think about others for a change.

I happen to like being a crazy cat woman hermit in the woods of Maine, ain't got no desire to change my lifestyle. Making money online, just gives me more I can do to help other people in my local community with, that's all.

I think a large part of why I succeeded while so many others have failed is BECAUSE money doesn't motivate me at all. I'm not trying to push items in people's faces, I'm not rushing around trying to get everyone to click on links. I'm just being me, talking with fellow mankind, sharing ideas and information, no strings attached. 

Well, I certainly have that one covered. Can't get any more non-structured then dressing like Liberace, dripping in sequins and rhinestones, while living under a tarp and driving around town in a car with 2.5 million marbles glued to it.

The thing is, I've always lived a non-structured life. Money had nothing to do with it.

This is who I am.

I lived like this back in the 1970s when I had no money at all.

I still live like this 40 years later.

I've lived like this for close yo 50 years now.

A hell of a lot longer then online incomes and internet marketing existed and a hell of a lot longer then I had money.

Heck, I remember when our town celebrated having 1,000 residents.

I remember when our town celebrated 12,000 residents.

And then the Ku Klux Klan took over the town in 2001, and now we have 3,000 residents...fast going back down to 1,000. This town relies on tourist income to survive, but with all those non-white and gay business owners being run out by Pine Points "Royal" family... not many businesses left to serve the tourists, thus now instead of 2 million summer tourists, we've been down to under 30,000 each summer since the bomb blew up my house in 2006, and last year, with the ordinance banning gays from living in their own homes from January 6, 2016 to September 2, 2016... the town struggled to get 10,000 tourists in 2016 as a direct result of the town's ban on gays. The white power shit heads of this town are killing our town and if something isn't done to stop them, at the rate residents AND tourists are fleeing, Old Orchard Beach will be a dead ghost town by 2022.

And oddly, while the white power of this town is trying to drive out gays, Jews, Muslims, blacks, and Gypsies... this town's #1 tourist attraction is the filming location of Stephen King's The Thinner movie and the REAL Christine, the world's most haunted car... I own them both... the land and the car. If the white power drives me out like they are trying to do, how many tourists do they think they'l get then?

Did they even notice that the tourists went from 2million a year to 30,000 a year the EXACT SAME YEAR they cut my car in half, and I put it in storage no longer on public display for the tourists to visit?

Let's look at what he says again...

Non-structured lifestyle. You can have that any time you want. You don't need money for that.

If you can dream it, you can do it. Just grow some balls and start acting on your dreams instead of laying on your ass dreaming your life away.

Did you ever notice, I like Elves.

I like Elves so much, I decided to become one.

Yep.

That's what the gun toting, gay hating crazy man runs around town calling me "Too gay for Old Orchard Beach" by the way.

Because I'm OtherKin. Which is in fact a type of transgender.

I am a straight female Human who lives as a gay male transvestite Elf.

I'm am ElvenKin... yes, that does mean I'm an OtherKin who stopped "being" a human decades ago.

Of course then you look at the people who are calling me crazy.

A man calls me crazy because I dress like an Elf and then he drives a backhoe over my house.

Man calls me crazy because I have agoraphobia and haven't left my farm in 40 years, so he builds a bomb and blows up my house.

A man says I'm crazy because I paint my motorhome pink and then he kidnapped my cats and cuts their heads off.

You know, maybe he should start looking in the mirror to see who the REAL crazy person of this town is.

All I'm doing is dressing like an Elf and painting everything pink. I'm peaceful. I'm harmless. I never leave my yard, so the only time I see anyone is when THEY are trespassing on MY land to yyell at me and call me crazy, while THEY run around violently waving guns in the air and threatening to kill me, putting bombs in my house, cutting my cats' heads off, slashing the tires on my car...

THEY are the ones acting crazy and being violent and dangerous, not me.

Did they ever think of that?

Of course, look at how many times we've caught their hate crime insanity on camera now...

Hhhhmmmmm.... caught them on camera more often then I thought... there's about 20 more videos, but it'll get hard to load the page if I put them all here. But that's enough to give you an idea of what the white power crazy lunatics of the area are like.

Let's think about something here...

I'm just a harmless old lady who likes to dress like and Elf and paint everything pink and write stories about Elves having sex with Unicorns. For THAT, the residents of Old Orchard Beach, call me crazy, build a bomb, blow up my house, stand in my drive way and shoot at me, kidnap my cats, cut my cats' heads off, nail my cats' heads to my door, beat my 28 year old Shetland pony's head in, drive a back hoe over my house 3 times, filled my motorhome with feces 3 feet deep, I was paralyzed for 5 months because they trespassed up in here and beat me up, 3 years later I finally recover and start walking again and they beat me up again this time with a shopping cart rupturing 3 discs in my spine while screaming "kill or be killed remember Saco Shaw's!" and they cut my car in half. I'm sorry, WHO exactly is the crazy person here? 

Yes, I wear pink ball gowns every day.

Yes I wear fake pointy ears and long white Rapunzel wigs.

Yes, I paint my cars, my motorhome, and my mailbox pink.

Yes, I write about Elves having sex with Unicorns.

So the fucking hell what?

I haven't set foot off my land in 40 years. The only time I have contact with people is when THEY trespass on my yard and invade my privacy. And you know what? I've always welcomed them with happy smiles and open arms, made them meals and served them tea, and spent the day happily chatting with any one and every one who wanted to visit me. I love it when you people stop by to visit me as it's the only time I have any one to talk to other then my cats... oh wait... I don't have ANYONE to talk to any more, now that sociopath freaks murdered them and nailed their heads to my door!

You call me crazy because I wear pink dresses, yet THESE THREE PEOPLE are the ones who built a bomb and blew up my house!

You call me crazy because I wear pink dresses, yet THESE THREE PEOPLE are the violent trespassers who stands in my drive way and shoot at me.

You call me crazy because I wear pink dresses, yet THESE THREE PEOPLE are the ones who kidnap my cats, cut my cats' heads off, nail my cats' heads to my door, beat my 28 year old Shetland pony's head in, drive a back hoe over my house 3 times, filled my motorhome with feces 3 feet deep, and cut my car in half.

I mean REALLY stand back and look around.

All I'm doing is wearing strange cloths. I'm not the violent animal abusing, bomb building, psychopath beating up elderly women... THEY are.

There's a hell of a big difference between a half blind elderly woman dressing up as comic book characters and not bothering one damned person, and violent psychopathic criminal creeps beating her up, bombing her house, driving a back hoe over 3 more of her houses, cutting her car in half, filling her motorhome with feces, murdering her horse, and slaughtering her cats!

Old Orchard Beach has a crazy person in it all right, but isn't me... and the residents of this town need to get off their asses and tell the FBI who this white haired man and his blond wife and red haired sister-in-law are BEFORE THEY KILL ME! The red haired woman calls herself Kendra Silvermander.

I don't know who this man and his two women are. They are strangers to me. I don't know their names. And I don't know why they are doing this. Some body in this town must know who these people are ... PLEASE... the FBI is trying to put a stop to these insane hate crimes... PLEASE if you know who these psychopathic monsters are, PLEASE tell Agent Andy Drewer before they kill me. They cut my car in half in 2010. They cut my cats in half in 2015. How long do you think it'll be before they cut ME in half too? PLEASE HELP ME!

➽ ➽ ➽ If you have any information regarding the identity of the stalker/attacker/driver of the 4-door white pick-up truck please contact Officer Tim DeLuca of the Old Orchard Beach Police Department @ 207-934-4911 and/or

Agent Andy Drewer

of the Portland FBI

@ 207-774-9322 

 ◀️ ◀️ ◀️ ☎️

Please help the police and FBI put this brutal, violent, psychotically deranged stalker family in prison.

And in case you are wondering, because people always ask, soon as they realize, I'm not joking, when I say I gave up being a Human and have lived my life as an Elf since 1987....

I have:

Autism (Savant not Aspergers)

Schizo Effective Personality Disorder (which is different from Schizotypal Disorder and Schizophrenia, though all 3 are very similar)

Agoraphobia (recovering from)

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

OCD

In short, yes, I am insane and I have the papers to prove it.

I know what's wrong with me and it's managed and I'm not violent, I never have been. It's not easy living with mental illness and it's let's easy when you have someone else who also has a mental illness - one that is NOT being treated and they are running around being violent, and claiming their violence is okay, because I'm supposedly crazy. Do they really belive, I'm crazier then they are, when they are murdering cats and building bombs and all I'm doing is dressing like an Elf? What's wrong with them? I'm not the unmediated lunatic running around with a gun shooting at every one like THEY are.

Crazy is as crazy does and apparently I am the epitamy of what it means to truly be utterly and completely insane off the wall bonkers out of my mind crazy.... and violent criminals, they aren't crazy at all apparently, at least not according to them.

Old Orchard Beach is built on a swamp. There are several meth dealers here in town because of the methane gas from the peat bog that this entire town is engulfed in. Scientists have actually come in to Old Orchard Beach to see if there was something wrong with the water or something, because of the EXTREMELY HIGH RATE of  severe mental illnesses in our town. We only have 3,000 year round residents, and more then 2,000 of them have "off the chart" mental illnesses that are very rare and not often seen, yet, 2/3s of our town has. The scientists concluded the swamp gas that we are all breathing is likely a large cause of the extremely high rate of psychosis in this town. Basically they concluded that most of the residents of Old Orchard Beach are out of their heads violent because they are high on methane gas 24 hours a day and don't know it.

And did you know I actually based the Elf (Quaraun the Insane) off a real life man, who lives right here in Old Orchard Beach and is ten times crazier then me, and in fact is a man I spend most of my days with for the very reason that he is SO off the wall bonkers that he makes even ME look normal?

People like to call me "crazy" to try to hurt my feelings, however, they fail to realize, that I learned to embrace my own insanity decades ago. Why fight it? I'm crazy. I know I'm crazy. I might as well embrace the insanity that is me, because I have to live with myself after all...

oh boy... there's that... 

Do you know why I am an author who writes about Elves? Because I have Elves living in my head and if I don't write about them I won't be able to get anything else I need to do, like sleeping or eating, done, because they won't let me do anything until I write about them. Schizophrenia is not what the movies make it out to be, the reality is, it's very difficult to get anything done when you have an entire universe living in your head.

Why do I tell you this?

Because... if I wasn't a crazy ElvenKin, writing about Elves obsessively, in between gluing marbles to my cars... I wouldn't be making money online.

Think about that.

If I wasn't crazy, I could live a normal life, have a normal job, go shopping in stores with normal people. I would have normal commitments like normal people do and all those boring business meetings would at least be a vacation fro the armies of things that live in my head.

My point is, we people who live a non-structured lifestyle where we seemingly "avoid commitments, deadlines, and boring meetings" in actuality, have very server and very crippling mental illnesses that we struggle with every day. We don't have the freedom to live "normal" structured lives the way you "normal" people do.

If you personality is such that you are suited to living a non-structured lifestyle where you avoid commitments, deadlines, and boring meetings... then you'd already be doing it, because living like that has nothing to do with how much money you do or do not have ... how you live your life is determined by chemicals in your brain and how your brain tells you to respond to the world around you.

In short, if you dream of a non-structured lifestyle where you can avoid commitments, deadlines, and boring meetings... know that you dream of a life where, you also can not function in normal society and will be forced to live alone, because society, really doesn't like "crazy people" and it takes "being crazy" to having the non-structured lifestyle where they avoid commitments, deadlines, and boring meetings. 

In my experience most people are not well suited to "being the boss" because most people seeking to be the "boss" are also bullies who seek to push people around. Business decisions are not well made by them, because the goal was never running a business. The real goal was to have "little minions" they could give orders too.

Most people I've meet who sought to "be the boss" only really sought to be a slave master, which is a different thing entirely.

Again, doable, but only in certain careers. Quite a few careers demand you be on location. It's hard to repair a leaking sink, if you are in Texas and the sink is in Maine.

Me with my own online career, yes, I'm able to do it anywhere that has internet access. So that means 2/3s of Maine I can not work from as only 1/3 of Maine has internet access. Most of Papua New Guinea and a large majority of Africa and China don't have internet access either. I list those places because they are places I would consider living in. I love PNG.

My job is writing, so I can go anywhere and work any place. I write novels, short stories, stage plays, comic book scripts, and of course my non-fiction articles which get posted online. I do write about every place I visit, writing while I'm there so that I have it fresh in my mind while I write.

But not every business is as easily portable as mine and so not every one who gets into online income is going to be able to work from every where.

Ah... there come those butts again...

"But....but...but... I thought you make all this money online... now you can work whenever, wherever, you hardly have to do a thing!"

If only that were true.

I work longer hours in my online business then I ever did in my "regular" retail jobs. (I've worked for Macy's, Avon, WalMart, RGIS, and HallMark, over the years)

What is my work schedule like?

I get up at 5am (yes 5am) and I start typing. Usually writing the Quaraun series (novels) doing this for 4 hours.

Hour break to eat and pee, then off to filming YouTube videos. I rotate every other day. One day I do a 6 hour recording session of vlogs, novel readings, and writing prompt videos, making 14 20 minute videos in a single sitting. The next day it a 6 our recording session of game play let's plays of Witcher and Don't Starve, recording 6 one hour videos per sitting. The rest of the week that 6 hour time period is spent editing - either editing novels or editing videos.

Another hour break to eat and pee and then, it off to writing articles for my website. I write and publish 1 to 3 new pages (1 article per page) every day.

Then it's off to bed around 11PM

Repeat the next day.

I am spending 40 to 60 hours working each week. Some weeks reaching 80 hours (though I don't recommend doing that as it tires you out if you do it too frequently)

But then those buts return with...

"But....but...but... I thought you make all this money online... now you don't HAVE to work so many hours, you can work only 4 hours a week if you wanted too!"

Well... I could, but then the money would dry up and stop coming in.

When my dad was in the hospital this past month and I had to stop filming YouTube videos for 3 weeks because I had to devote time to hospital visits and home care and stuff for my elderly dad... I made a grand total of $1.26 that month from YouTube.

Income STOPPED completely. Why? Because in my line of business, you are dependent on traffic. In YouTube if you do not publish a new video daily, traffic stops short. Sure a few people visit your old videos, but the majority of your traffic happened the first 24 hours of publication.

And that means I HAVE to film a new video EVERY SINGLE DAY in order to keep the income flowing in.

The same is true for my website. I was 5 months paralyzed and several more months relearning to walk. I wrote no new articles that entire time. My web site income nearly flat lined with AdSense bring on an average of .04c a day during that time period.

Sure, traffic continued coming to my old pages, but, like YouTube, the bulk of my traffic goes straight to the new pages the first 24 hours after publication.

Which means that in order to keep the income flowing in, I have no choice but to write a publish a new article/page to my website EVERY SINGLE DAY.

Then there is Kindle. Publishing novels, like publishing videos and articles, again requires repeat publishing. Not as often, but still, if you are publishing fewer then 4 novels a year, you'll see sales drop significantly. Every new novel you publish will see an increase of sales across all your novels, and the longer time passes between publications, the lower sales get.

Same thing goes for Zazzle, where you have to continually be creating new works of art, always buying more paints and more canvases and painting new paintings. A weekly upload schedule is best there.

My income comes from writing novels, writing non-fiction article, painting, drawing, vlogging, reading books on camera, and playing video games. And because of this, I have to be working many long and hard hours every single day. No days off.

Also, when you look at the amount of hours I work vs the income I bring in, I was actually making more money per hour at WalMart. Which would then have people asking: "Well why not go back to WalMart if you worked less hours and made more money?" Because there I was bored out of my mind. Here, I'm doing something I love doing, things I used to do in my spare time between work, things I didn't used to get paid for. Now I'm doing things I love to do, all day long and am getting paid to do it.

I used to hate the idea of working 30 hours a week, because it took time away from writing and drawing. Now I jump out of bed and joyfully work 40 to 60 hours a week, because now I can spend all day long writing and drawing, and even though I'm working longer hours it doesn't seem like work because I love what I do.

I dress like an Elf, drive a car covered in marbles, and sleep in the woods under a tarp. People point and laugh and call me crazy and I point back and laugh with them. Yeah. I'm not too much interested in prestige or status.

My opinion of people who seek after prestige and status is that they are bull headed ego maniacs, not worth the time it takes to spit on them.

Everyone I've ever known who ran around looking for prestige and status, also ran around with white hoods and screaming death chants at none-whites and gays.

Nope. No retirement in this line of work. Publish daily or fall by the way side.

In order to make serious amounts of money online, you need to do the most amount of work for the least amount of return, not the least amount of work for the most return. Yep. That would be the way it is.

Back in the days before email existed. it used to be a daily problem of finding get-rich-quick-scheme flyers in my mailbox. The glossy postcard would show a big Greek or Italian castle overlooking the Mediterranean cliffs, and another picture of a cruise ship, women in bikini's and then a guy standing there between several sports cars and holding lots of cash.  

There would be hype about how he made all this money from his easy method. Here, for the one time low price of only $49.99 he'd give you this advice even though he should be charging you the $499.99 it is REALLY worth.

Got them in the mail almost every day throughout the 1980s. At first I thought it was just one guy, you know, the guy in the picture. It was always the same guy in the same picture, for years on end. 

Well, you used to see a lot of mail scams back then, not so much today, as these scams are now in emails instead. It's cheaper to spam emails then mailboxes these day. No postcards to print up. Or stamps to buy. 

Well, one day, I had an extra $50 laying around and one of those post cards arrived and I thought, eh, what the heck, let's find out what exactly that $50 gets me.

It got me a 10 page computer printout badly Xeroxed in barely readable faded ink. It spent about 7 pages glorifying his castles in Italy, his long list of cars, his world cruises, blah, blah, blah. Followed by an order page where you can buy his postcards, which he will print with YOUR name and address instead of his. The instructions said to mail them out to every address of your home town, then sit back and wait for all those $50 bills to come rolling into your mail box. For each person who sends you $50, you just make a copy of this flyer telling them how to order his postcards, and they'll be making $50 a day just like you!

It was a scam.

I knew it was a scam when I bought it, but I was curious and wanted to see just exactly what it was I would get. I got about $1 worth of copy paper and ink, telling me to pay $400 to buy postcards to mail out to scam people with.

Now Nigerian Princes with $20,million in the bank are desperately emailing me, to send them $20 bills and they'll wire me the $20million once they get access to their bank account again. I get a few hundred Nigerian princes emailing me every day. I had no idea Nigeria had so many millionaire princes, and how is it they've all lost access to their bank accounts? And how do every single one of them have $20million in the bank?

Now I spent that $50 knowing it was a scam and it'd never make me a millionaire, but most people who buy those get-rich-quick offers don't. They truly believe they are going to be living the life on that postcard. All you gotta do is send out a few postcards and voila! Instant overnight millionaire.

And now today you have email. All you need to do is pretend to be a Nigerian prince, send out a few emails and voila! Instant millions overnight. 

Well, clearly it doesn't work that way. You send out emails and get JUST ENOUGH money back to think "If I just send out a few more, maybe it'll work." You send out more and more and you never become a millionaire, and next thing you know you are whining and boo-hooing on the Warrior's Forum, begging for help because that first Nigerian prince, the one who's idea you are copying, is vanished with that $20,000 you ended up sending him over the course of the years, and you've lost your job and got a baby on the way and this sending out emails just doesn't seem to work...blah, blah, blah...

When people buy into the hype, they set their expectations extremely high. 

Stop buying into the hype. There is no such thing as overnight millionaire unless you win the PowerBall and even that you have to be spending lots of money every day with almost no chance of winning.

The people who are ACTUALLY making money are the ones who actually got off their arse ans did some work.

And just, fuck the damned email.

What is it with these stupid "online marketing gurus" and their chanting "You gotta have a list! buy my list of emails..." oh wait, there it is. Buy that list of emails. 

Open your eyes. He ain't making money sending emails out to people. He's making money selling dupes the damned list of emails. Emails to accounts that probably owns. Stop buying email lists! It's just scam artists scamming you.

You don't need a damned email list. I don't have one, and no one I've ever talked to who is ACTUALLY making money on line has one either.

Those email lists are just the same old postcard chain letter scam, now in high tech. 

True.

So very true.

It is why few succeed and millions fall by the way side.

The only way to succeed is to stop dreaming, get off your lazy arse, and start working. Work a long time. Many year. Many hours or many years, before ever seeing a return at all too.

You need the commitment to stand up to everything life throws at you while you are working your way to the top as well. Life is gonna toss shit on your head and if you can't take it, you'll never succeed.

There are far too many people willing to sacrifice morals for a quick buck. They don't get nothing in return, but a dead soul on a one way path to hell. Lucky you, you'll get to meet Hitler and Satan!

You really do have to love what you do with a raging passion, that and be bat shit crazy out of hell in order to not care what other people think of your raging passion... in order to have the commitment it takes to succeed in the online money making business.

I wish more people knew this wasn't a get-rich-quick overnight-success thing that let them toss their feet up and do nothing.

Online careers are not for the lazy, the greedy, or the needy. They are for the passionate ones who are suited to a life that turns passion into career.

You want overnight money for doing nothing but sitting on your ass for an hour a week... go to a casino. 

If you want a rewarding career... run with your passions and work at improving them.

This article was originally written on: April 25, 2017

This page last updated on: April 25, 2017

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This page was written by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.

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Note: there are likely spelling errors on this site, and I am unlikely to see the ... I fix them when I find them, but, there are many issues here...

Note: English is not my first language, Shetlean Scottish is my native language, there are likly spelling and grammar errors, as I do not know American English and am attempting to write it by sounding words out.

Many times that Americans think a word on my site is misspelled, often it is not misspelled, it is just I mixed up languages and wrote it in Scottish without realizing I mixed the Scottish in with the English. Also our grammar is somewhat reversed from English grammar so words that are seeming in the wrong order for American English, is usually because they are in the correct order for Scottish and I either put English words in Scottish order by mistake or was unaware English put them in a different order then Scottish does.

For those unaware, Scottish Shetlean looks like this:

American English to Scottish:

a bit (piece) = a party --- EXAMPLE: "And some know a bit of Latin " > "And somme kan of latyn a party "

a long distance from = A piece fae

a piece of = the bit --- EXAMPLE: "The duck ate a piece of bread " > "The deuk ett the bit breid "

about the banks (on the shore/at the beach) = aboot da banks

accomplishments = kunnandi

After = Back o --- EXAMPLE: " After Halloween" > "Back o Hallomas "

alive (living) = kvikr

Always on the move = Never aff o da go

am I not = amn't I --- EXAMPLE: "Am I not invited? " > "I amn't invited? or Amn't I invited?"

are = is --- EXAMPLE: "Are you going soon?" > "Is ya to be going soon?"

autumn = dah haihst

belong to = fylgja

best = bettah moost

betray (verb) = svíkja

bewildered = villhyggjandi

building = biggin up --- EXAMPLE: "building confidence in everyday use " > " biggin up confidence in ivvryday øs "

built = builded --- EXAMPLE: "He built a new porch." > "Hims builded a new porch."

cast a spell = hoodooed

cat = kat (sounds like "caught") --- EXAMPLE: "Is it an orange cat?" > "Be he a o'jinn kat?"

child = bairn

church = kirk

color = colour

danger = hœttr

daren't = darena

daring = djarfr

dark = dökk

dark elf = Dökkálfr

dark-elves = Døkkálfar

darker = dökká

do you agree = ,eh? --- EXAMPLE: "That's a fine looking woman, do you agree?" > "Dair's ah right bonnie lass, eh?"

do you want to come too = ,eh? --- EXAMPLE: "I'm going to the store, do you want to come with me?" > "Me go to shope, eh?"

each = eche --- EXAMPLE: "Which each person can understand " > "That kan eche man understonde "

educated = lered --- EXAMPLE: "Both among the educated and the uneducated " > "As wel among lered as lewed "

elf = Alfr

Elf = Álfr

Elf Home = Álfheimr

Elf World = Álfheimr

elf-advice = Ælfred

elf-beautiful = ælfscyne

elf-friend = Ælfwine

elf-guardian (female) = Ælfwaru

elf-guardian (male) = Ælfweard

elf-powerful = Ælfric

everyday = ivvryday

eyelids = eye ledes --- EXAMPLE: "He closed his eyelids." > "Hims did shut hims eye ledes"

fair = faire --- EXAMPLE: "Going to the fair." > "Done gone went to the faire."

feild = felde --- EXAMPLE: "Standing in the feild." > "Stoodt in thems felde."

further = ferther --- EXAMPLE: "I looked further." > "I dids lokid ferther."

green = grene --- EXAMPLE: "Look at the green hedges and woods." > "Look see at thems heigges and holtz so grene."

handsome = braw --- EXAMPLE: "He is very handsome " > "Him wicked braw "

have faith = trúa

Have no doubts about our doing it = Nae faer o wis

Have no liking for this. = Hae nae brou o this.

have not = ain't

He knows how many beans make five. = He kens the laid frae the croun o the causey.

He knows which side his bread is buttered on. = He kens whilk side his bannock's buttert on.

Head for = Mak wye for

head rope in fishing nets and lines = baak

head to head = Be at the knag and the widdie

horse fly = klegsie

I = Me

I Think = Me thinks --- EXAMPLE: "I think we're late. " > "Me thinks that we is late. "

I wish you well for the future = Lang may yer lum reek (translation: Long may your chimney smoke)

idiot = eejit --- EXAMPLE: "You idiot." > "Ya eejit."

idiot = numpty

if = iffy or yif--- EXAMPLE: "If you don't mind..." > "Iffy yas does no care mind...."; "If you'll stay with me long enough = "Yif ye so longe with me wil dwelle". "

I'll be even with you = A'll see day aboot wi ye

know = ken

looked = lokid

looked = lokid --- EXAMPLE: "I looked up." > "I lifte up me eye ledes and lokid ferther."

magic = hoodoo

naked = nøkkviðr

needle = bodkin

neither = nouther --- EXAMPLE: "Who know neither Latin nor French " > "That kan nouther latyn ne frensch "

No = Nay --- EXAMPLE: "No, I don't think so. " > "Nay, me thinks not. "

Nobody knew = not-knew nobody

Noontide = Da heicht o da day

NOTE: Extra words are often added. --- EXAMPLE: "Did you meet the new family next door?" > "Dids ya gets a chance to stop by and meets with thems new folk that move-ed in down yawn there next doors to ya, eh?"

NOTE: Extra words are often added. --- EXAMPLE: "He went to Rite-Aid to pick up his prescription" > "Hims did go to that yawn there new fangled store the new folks call that Rite Aid place, to gets himself some of thems there pills what the doctor gone and tells him to take each morning, a-yep, hims did."

old = olde --- EXAMPLE: "But educated and uneducated, old and young " > "Bot lered and lewed olde and yonge "

orange = o'jinn

out = oot --- EXAMPLE: "The cat wants to go out." > "The kat he do wants oot."

outside = oot dair

people = fokk --- EXAMPLE: "the people of Shetland " > "Shetland fokk "

people = folke --- EXAMPLE: "Look at all those people." > "Lookie at all thems folke."

poorly = febelly --- EXAMPLE: "Who know French very poorly " > "That kan frensch ful febelly "

Recognising = Recognisin --- EXAMPLE: "Recognising the bilingual nature of Shaetlan speakers " > "Recognisin da wye at Shaetlan spaekers is bilingual "

shield = skjoldr

Since = For --- EXAMPLE: "Since that is your native language " > "For that is youre kynde langage "

tell = telle --- EXAMPLE: "I'll tell you in English " > "In englysch tonge I schal you telle "

the = da, de, or is not used at all --- EXAMPLE: "I went to the store" > "Me goes to da shoppe" or "Me goes to da shoppe" or "Me goes to shoppe"

them = dem, dem dair --- EXAMPLE: "I went with them" > "Me goes wit dem dair"

there = dair --- EXAMPLE: "I want those potatoes" > "Me be wanting dem dair tatetas."

they = dey

To where = whither --- EXAMPLE: ""Where you go, I will go." " > ""Whither thou goest, I'll go."

understand = understonde

understand = understonden --- EXAMPLE: "Some understand English " > "And somme understonden englysch "

very = wicked --- EXAMPLE: "very good" > "wicked good"; "very bad" > "wicked bad"; "very cold" > "wicked cold"

Where = Whither --- EXAMPLE: "Where is the restroom? " > "Whither is the privy?"

Yes = Yea or Aye --- EXAMPLE: "Yes, I think so. " > "Yea, me thinks so. " or "Aye, me thinks so. "

For anyone actually interested in learning my native language, the Scottish government has THIS listed as the official dictionary of our people:  https://static1.squarespace.com/static/61d7352954b7fd1c9dbdfef4/t/65ddb2749d5e0541a01009c0/1709027964496/Spaektionary_2024feb.pdf  

The Scottish government provides this document to show our language in use: https://www.shetland.uhi.ac.uk/t4-media/one-web/uhi-shetland-images-and-documents/documents-/shaetlan/Shaetlan-Language-Plan-2022-Shaetlan.pdf 

More information about our language can be found on this website:  https://www.iheardee.com  which is written in my native language.

However, there is also other reasons why words might be misspelled, or why I might not understand someone when they speak to me.

My grandmother Helen Ricker Allen, was from Unst, Shetland, Scotland, and she the one who raised me. She taught me to read and write, but it was Shetlain that she taught me. She died when I was 8 years old, and I was locked in a woodshed after her furneral, I escaped the woodshed 27 years later at age 31, and have been trying to learn how to speak and write English since then.

It is a very great struggle.

At age 37 I took remidial reading and speaking classes at Southern Maine Community College, but we are Gypsies and Gypsy men do not allow us Gypsy women to have education, and so, while at college, on November 14, 2013, I was beaten with a golf club, while I was 8 months pregnet, breaking my spine, hips, and knees, killing my baby and leaving me quardepaleic since.

Now my primary focus these past 13 years has been on relearning to use my hand so I could type... as of 2023, I have regained the use of my right thumb, and first two right fingers, and after 10 years offline, I am back online due to I can use three finguers.

I never went to school, so I do not know maths and numbers and sciences, and I do not know what else would have been taught to me in school. We are Scottish Gypsies and Gypsy culture does not allow females to go to school. Being born female was already a great sin, but my grandmother took great risk in teaching me reading and writing. At 4 years old I was punished by my Uncle Bruce for knowing how to read, by being beaten in the face with a cinder block brick, that broke my right jaw and left me with garbaled near-mute spoken words ever since.

Because no one ever spoke words to be face to face from he time I was 8 years old until I was 37 years old (I escaped the room at age 27, but did not start college until 37), I have no training in how to vocally sound out or speak the words I write or read. I can read words, but I do not know how to sound out or say those words. I can write words, but I do not know how to match the written word against the spoken word. I struggle to associate spoken words at all, or make them match up with writen words.

Esentially, written words and spoken words are two completly seperate languages in my brain, and I have difficulty understanding spoken words.

If you say a sentance to me with your mouth, chances are very high I will have ZERO understanding of what you said and I will not be able to ander you.

However, if you WRITE down that exact same sentabnce, I can understand you and can type a written responce to you.

My doctors tell me this is a side effect of extreme isolation and neglect and lack of human contact during my toddler, childhood, teen, and young adult years, and that my brain never deveoloped to comprehend spoken vocal words due to no one ever speaking to me in over three decades of the first half of my life.

While I can read and write, American English (somewhat) I do no know how words are sounded out, what they are supposed to sound like. I readand write by shape recognition, not by sound/vocal recognition, so when reading and writing I do no "hear the words in my head" as I am told most people do when they read and write. In other words... I see "c a t" and think "c-a-t" I do not think "cat" nor do I "see" an image of a cat, no do I "hear" the word cat spoken. I'm told that this is very rare and that most people read and write by sounding out the words and linking them to visual mind images, while hearing the sound of the word in their head. I neiher hear words in my head no see images of things in my head. I'm told this is what makes me both a speed reader and speed writer, because I'm not tripped up by hear sounds or seeing images in my head like nomal people would be doing... however, I'm also told this is why my spelling and grammar are very poor, because my brain is not hear the sounds of the words or seeing visual images of the objects the words represent, so my mind also does not register spelling and grammer errors at all.

As I was only let out of the woodshed on Sundays to go to the Cape Elezabeth Ward Church of the August Stake of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, I was never allowed to go to school or hospital either. No adults ever talked to me because I was evil for comitted the sin of being born female, so I never learned how to speak properly and do not know how to sound out words to say them.

I was 42 years old, in 2016 when, while having an MRI for my spine, the doctors found out my speak issue was caused by a broken jaw as a toddler that was healed wrong because not being allowed to go to doctors. I had surgury to fix that, and since 2016 have been trying to learn how to use my jaw and touge so I can speak vocal words now.

Since 2023 my primary focus shifted to relearning to walk. I can now, in 2026, sit up for 2 or 3 hours a day, and can sand with a cane for a few minutes, and can walk for around five thousand feet in 2 to 3 segments a day, with the help of pushing my wheelchair like a walker.

As of 2026, with a slight return to using my fingers and legs, I am once again focused on trying to learn the American English, but I live in mortal fear of my uncles and male cousins, as they are so hateful of allowing me to have education.

have no one to help me to know if I am doing words correctly, and as such, I have no way of knowing if there are spelling and grammar errors, but I asume there are, and I fix them when I learn them, but I do not know what I do not know and spelling American words is a thing I do bnot know.

I have Low Fucntioning Kanner's Syndrom, also known as "RainMan Type of Autism" aka REAL and ACTUAL Autism, not to be confused with Aspergers, High Functioning Autism, or and of thr 861 illnesses on the Autism Spectrum. An Autism Spectrum Disorder is an illness that has symptoms similar to Autism but IS NOT Autism. If you have an Autism Spectrum Disorder, it LITERALLY MEANS you do NOT have Autism.

I am medically diagnosed as "kanner's syndrome, actual autism, the rainman type, profoundly retarded autistic savant, with a general IQ of 73, and an writing IQ of 221" but they added that they did not know how to properly diagnose me as I am "technically a feral child" and they don't know "how much is the autism, and how much is simple horrific levels of abuse and neglect induced post traumatic stress disorder that will go away with proper socilization".

It means I know how to write, I can write a lot, and it is next to impossible for you to teach me how to do literally anythig else because my brain only knows how to write and doesn;t know how to do anything else..
There's a reason, when I do book signings, people are quick to say: "Okay, what's the joke? why is this stupid retard here? where's the real author? I know this retard isn't the author. where are you hiding the author, why is this fucking retard here"

The end result is, I have near zero social interaction... my 3 years in college was the ONLY face to face interaction I have ever had with humans in my entire life, and I struggle deeply to understand MOST words used by MOST people when they ask me question. And so I suffer from a huge lack of understanding many words people say to me, how to translate those words into spelling, and how to translate what it is that has been said.

The fact remains hat until there exists a human on this planet who is willing to sit down and teach me what words spoken line up with and match what words written, this deficent is unlily to improve. But the fact also remains, that I am simply far too profoundly retarded for anyone to even try to make any attempt at all even to speak a friendly "hgelloe" or "good morning" when passing me on the street, so I have lost all hope of anyone ever either being my friend, being willing to teach me how to match spoken words to written words, or how to speak to other humans.

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@eelkat i just found out there is yet another bizarre rumour going around. where are these wild rumours coming from? who is starting them? and why? ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The attack also triggered labour.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The golfclub woman as she looked during the golf club attack at Southern Maine community college November 14, 2013. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

The golfclub woman as she looked during the shopping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart July 26, 2016. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

The 2nd woman as she looked at both attacks, her hair goes all the way down to her knees. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer's accomplice, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

More information about the backhoe attack, my son's murder, my becoming crippled, my becoming homeless, and the FBI investigation around all of it, can be found here.

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Read More The Quaraun Series Prologue May 20, 26 03:11 PM The Quaraun Series Prologue Read More An Introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series May 17, 26 04:47 PM An Introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series: The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane Read More No, Disabled People Do Not Exist To Inspire You May 14, 26 11:01 PM Yes, it is offensive to write disabled characters to act as inspiration to others. or how to write disabled characters accurately Read More Murder Investigation Updates, Old Orchard Beach, Maine May 11, 26 12:25 PM Murder Investigation Updates, Old Orchard Beach, Maine Read More The FBI murder investigation 144 & 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach May 06, 26 07:05 PM The FBI murder investigation of 144 & 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine - Everything we are allowed to publically release Read More Thoughts on Reborn Therapy Dolls After My Son's Murder Apr 15, 26 06:29 AM My 8 month old son was murdered; Thoughts on Reborn Therapy Dolls After My Son's Murder Read More Addressing victim blaming in murder investigations Mar 13, 26 09:40 PM Addressing victim blaming in murder investigations Read More The Tussah Day Serenade Feb 16, 26 07:44 AM The Tussah Day Serenade, a fiction short story poem - LGBTQAI+ FICTION | The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane | TransMan MC | Read More Ghosts Beneath the Pink Silk Tent Feb 11, 26 05:11 AM Ghosts Beneath the Pink Silk Tent Read More An Existential Crisis Feb 11, 26 05:09 AM An Existential Crisis 🌸{A Pink Necromancer Triple Drabble} 🦄🌸 Read More The Moon Goddess Laughs From The Rooftops Feb 11, 26 05:05 AM The Moon Goddess Laughs From The Rooftops Read More 10 Years of Injustice: Tackling Radical Church Extremism Feb 11, 26 04:29 AM 10 Years of Injustice: Tackling Radical Church Extremism Read More Don't Be A Stalker Feb 10, 26 09:14 PM Don't be a stalker Read More IMPORTANT NOTE: All the writing prompts found here on my website, are also available in printed paperback editions, on Amazon. There are no ebook editions as they are already available digitally here on my website. January February 2026 Updates If you are one of (as of December 2025, the now more than ten thousand) daily visitors, who arrive here daily in search of SEO advice, I made this page for you: My response to the alarming spike in traffic to my "SEO" pages. aka I am getting Weird Spike In Google Traffic For SEO & Content Writing & Marketing keywords and search terms even though this is a Yaoi and Gay Romance website that has absolutely nothing to do with SEO or Content Writing or Content Marketing What the fuck? The Park Bench Method of Writing Receiving death threats over a septic tank and a little brown log cabin, but I own neither a septic tank nor a little brown log cabin... what even are these thugs talking about? I am a mute/none verbal wheelchair user and I just had an encounter over my wheelchair, but being mute had no way to defend myself. Crazy Woman Just Attacked - No Clue Why or Who She Is (August 14, 2025) Articles For Writers on How To Write & Publish A Rapid Release  Series Want to write like I do? You want this page: Writing Mindset Shift & Lester Dent vs Kishotenketsu w/Thoughts on Being one of Dr. Lindstrom's 200 PenPal Students (NaNoWriMo & NovNov 2025) plus Polyamory Beyond Fetish: Writing Multi-Partner Relationships and Writing Blind Characters Plus Elves and Very High, High Elves  VS Unicorns and Phookas and Demons and also What exactly makes an Elf an Elf? (What is the definition of an Elf?) but Noses, Penis Piercings, And Rapunzel Hair and Need Help Defeating Overpowered Fantasy Wizards? + Wizards and More Wizards and Even More Wizards and Still More wizards and MAKE VILLAINS EVIL AGAIN: A WRITER’S BATTLE CRY TO RECLAIM THE DARK SIDE Have you ever considered: How Things In Your Life Affect Your Writing or Currency In Worldbuilding and The Dangers of World Travel or  Dragging a Body Through The Snow and Talking While Falling Asleep or Worldbuilding MoonQuakes and Disabled Characters for Fantasy Writers or I have everything but the kitchen sink... wait, how'd that kitchen sink get in my pocket? Writing Absurdist Fantasy Books but How long does it take to reach 1667 words? and 50k in one day - is it possible? plus What is the average typing speed? plus What (self-publishing) platform pays the most (for books)? My top 3 picks. Comparing my results from different places. and Knowing what to include when describing the surroundings of a scene also Validation Is a Cult and Open Strong, Stay Loud and  Where are the writers who love writing? plus Self-Publishing Success: Does Anyone Ever Succeed at Self-Publishing? and Where To Get Writing Ideas? and Writing What You Know Might Not Be What You Think It Is and Why I do not attend writing groups...are they all like this or just the ones in Maine? but also Don't Forget To Just Write  because Yes, You Can! Plus The Park Bench Method of Writing (with 10k writing prompt list) or The Park Bench Method of Writing (just the article) plus: How did you build your audience? Not online, that's for sure. aka How to sell ten million books aka How I sold ten million books. Need Writing Prompts? For Anyone Looking for: The "haunted car" people call The GoldenEagle & my response to Stephen King's illegally filming my family and farm in his movies? My response to MUFON's Amphibious Aliens? My response to Coast to Coast AMs Arrival in my yard? Back to the Home Page Wendy Christine Allen, Old Orchard Beach's Autistic Author, Artist, Illustrator, & Art Car Designer Counting Down to the 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978) Yes, I am aware there are a lot of spelling errors on this site. No, I likely will not be fixing most of them. I have been quadriplegia/paralyzed arms and legs since November 14, 2013; As of 2026, I have regained use of two fully functional fingers on my right hand, and only stiff limited movement of all remained eight fingers. This causes most of the typos and spelling errors as my near-dead pinky and ring fingers tend to drag over the other letters on the keyboard. Attempts to correct errors, often causes more errors for the same reason. Much of my writing is also speech to text, but I have "profound low functioning, non-verbal kanner's syndrome aka autism aka the rainman type" (that is what the medical diagnosis called it), I have the medically diagnosed retarded type of autism, that medical doctors mean when they say "real and actual autism", I do not have the cool trend self diagnoses tiktok type of "autism". What this means is, in spite of five decades of trying, I have very limited vocal speaking abilities and a lower then average vocabulary, that leaves my speaking ability around the level of a 4 or 5 year old child; I do not know math or money or clocks and. I also, was raised by a Shetland Scottish Grandmother (Helen Ricker Allen) until her death when I was 8 years old, and she did not speak American, she spoke Shetland/Scottish, Shetlandic, which is a Nordic language, different from Scotts Language, not related to Gaelic which is what many Scottish speak, and while classified as a type of Scottish English is is considered "Olde medieval Norse" dialect of Scottish English and spoken by fewer then two thousand people as of 2026. It is the language of Scottish Travelling Gypsies, which is what we racial are. I was 31 years old first time I ever heard American English, and only started to learn American English at 42 years old. Right now in 2026 at 51 years old, I am able to speak American English on around the level of an 8 year old child, and greatly do not understand over 90% of American words, American slang, and American media references. What this means is, OFTEN words you think are spellt wrong (like color vs colour, or traveling vs travelling, are in fact NOT spelt wrong, because I use Scottish spellings) and often when I hear an American word, I spell it phonetically because I do not know the correct American spelling. Likewise we Scottish do not have words like my or your, and so say me and you, in places where Americans would say my and your.  I also use Scottish word meanings, not American word meanings, for example Unicorn means a blood thirsty flesheating shapeshifting sea creature that comes on land and pretends to be a wounded horse to lure in humans to eat, it can only be captured by a virgin. But when I say Unicorn, a word I frequently use, because I write Unicorn folkloric short stories... I find that most Americans connect Unicorns to children's cartoons, gay pride, or swinging sex lives... I struggle to understand who in their right mind thought the most bloodthirsty monster of Scotland folklore was good fodder for children's cartoons or "sex positive" mascots, me thinks Americans need to brush up on the lore of Unicorns using their horns as sword to stabbed people's eyes out, while gallopping through swamps with rows of bloody Human heads hanging from their backs via braids made of Human entrails... really, why did Americans thinks a monster like a Unicorn was fit for children's cartoons or sex positivity? Americans is weird. All this to say... speech to text software, struggles badly with my thick Shetland accent, my slurred Autism speech impediment, and causes additional misspellings and typos because it can not figure out what words I am trying to say. And while I could take the time time to run all of it through a spell checker, that does require better hand mobility then I have, to copy the text from one program to the next and manually click each word, with finger mobility that I simply do not have, but also, most of my time is spent in trying to relearn to walk, and if you are local, you've probably seen this as I'm a stubborn bitch who refused to accept the doctor disnosis that I will never walk again, so, I walk around the block every day pushing my wheelchair, refusing to sit in my wheelchair, and... ...it's taking me 13 years to do it, but, I'm not actually able to stand up and make it all the way around the block now, and my focus on trying to relearn to walk is far more important to me, then catering to your pampered arse by fixing spelling errors, when there are far bigger problems to worry about in life, the spelling errors made by a quadriplegic who is typing this with her only two functioning fingers. Also, in recent years, I've watched the internet devolve into a mindless clusterfuck of ChatGPT written everything. Everyone sounds the same online these days, because no writes their own work anymore. Every website out there has become a carbon copy of each other, because they are all be written by ChatGPT now. I think ChatGPT makes a funny thing to chat with in your spare time, so you can laugh at the hilarity of how inaccurate it's responses are... but I am horrified that people are using AI for serious writing, writing they publish and try to pass off as their own. We live in a society where people people are forgetting how write. Heck I can read and write cursive, calligraphy, italic, short hand, and editor's marks, also edit my books by hand diagraming every sentence, and that... start walking around your neighbourhood and ask anyone under 30 if they sentence diagraming IS, let alone how to do it. So yes, I CAN spell check, and no I don't, for anything but my novels and short story collections, I spell check when it matters... and this is a website, not a printed book... but also, I am just getting so damn fucking fed up with endless AI writing online, so, no, I'm not going to fix errors and typos on my website, and you can bitch about that all you want (yes, I do get your messages, I just don't answer anyone in private) but, honey, maybe instead of bitching over my spelling errors, be thankful is still at least one website on the internet that still being written by a Human now in 2026 when ChatGPT writes over 70% of all posts online.

Looking for my annual NaNoWriMo Prompts and Dares? I've been publishing these every year since 2004! Here's,for my 26th year, a shit ton load of daily writing prompts and writing dares to use for National Novel Writing Month, 2025 edition! The Park Bench Method of Writing The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane: Paperpacks & Hardcover Editions on Amazon: Not sure what the series is about?  Check out  The Quaraun Series Prologue and Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post and Worldbuilding MoonQuakes and Disabled Characters for Fantasy Writers and How well do I know Quaraun? - Let's find out! to find out more about the plot and lore of the series. Not sure which story to start with? These here are good places to start, to get a good introduction to the three main characters: Absinthe Slushies: An Ode to Frozen Green Fairy Wine Bone Dice BoomFuzzy's Chowder Dilemma The Cellar's Forgotten Treasure Chaos in The Lighthouse - Shattered Panes, Shattered Minds The Cliff-Side Temple Control or Protection? A Dark and Stormy Night Drying Herbs Excited For The New Baby Five Ways To Save Money in Las Vegas The Golden Dragon Keys Herons in the Dunes If your ass ain’t freezing or your brains ain’t scrambled, you’re ain’t really trying Kiss Me Fuckin' Arse - Just Another Day in the Ice-Laced Ruins of The GodForsaken City Lens and Light Maintenance Macaroni and Cheese: A Creamy Pasta Dish Drenched in Melted Cheese, Often Topped with Breadcrumbs- It's Never That Easy A Map Worth More Than Gold The Morning After a Night of Teaching Wizards To Gather Magic With Cards Necromancer of the Parched Sands in the Desert of Diona Necromancy-A Day in the Life of a Bumbling Necromancer-Again Nightmare Nook Paddlewheel Maintenance The Phooka's Dragon School The Red Hakama Springtime by the River Spirit-Walk Slippers Sticky Rice, Bare Fingers, and Slippery Chopsticks The Sweet and Sour of Lemons The Terror Bird 3 Perspectives on an Apple The Valuable Mystery of the Talking Saloon Door and How We Nearly Got Shot Over Stale Tacos Vendetta over Vittles A Very Important Clump of Grass Wagers and Wiles in the Godforsaken City The Washer Woman & The Fae Weather Forecasting Stones You Never Know What Info You Might Pick Up in the Afterlife aka Quaraun's Near Death Experience (A NDE Fiction) Or if after reading those, you still are looking for more free to read stories, there are over three thousand of them on this site, too many to list here, but here a few dozen to get you started... ...you can just jump in and try reading some of the free to read online stories first before committing to buying the books: Abyssal Addlepated: Stupid and Confused All the roads are gone Alone Ancient Coin Hoard Unearthed Angry Ocean Waves at Sunset The Arrival The Art of Destroying a Human Village for Fun and Profit At the High Priest's Altar Back At The Tavern and Still No Shrimp The Bandits and the Pink Necromancer The Banshee Sisters: Bean-Nighe and Ben-Neeyah In the Swamp of Death The Beacon Room at the Top of the Black Tower Lighthouse The Beauty of a Silk Moth Hatching The Beginning of the End Bellicose: Warlike! Aggressive! Hostile! Beneath a crimson sky, the silk weaver wove pink silk. Beneath Malevolent Stars The Black Sock, Again Blizzard The Boat Fiasco The Book Burning Maggots, a You Can't Spell Hatred Without Red Hats BoomFuzzy's Gingerbread House from Hell The Brownies & The Witch, or Why Faeries Don’t Wear Socks The Bumbling Pursuit of The Pink Necromancer Candied Nightmares The Candle Con in Ember Hollow The Candy Corn Unicorn Captured By The Lich Lord The Cast Iron Frying Pan Cattail Pollen Spaghetti with Wild "Oregano" A Chilly Light Drizzle Becomes Snowfall on the Shore Chocolate Bliss Chocolate in the Neon Shadows Christmas in 40th Century Dystopia Christmas With The Krampus Family The City of Death Clam Digging in the Rain The Clock Ticks Away Clotheslines, Games, and the Village Code Ghosts Comet Fall Snow Day Blitz Conundrum in the Bazaar Corsets, Elves, and Undead Faeries Crabapples in the Rain Cranberry Muffins The Crooked Dice The Crows Are Restless Crullers and Curses at Midnight The Curse of the Liquid Gold The Cursed Mirror Dangerous Tides {A Pink Necromancer Drabble Dozen, featuring Etiole} Dark Damp Basement A Day At Witch Pond & Fleeing To The Forest Deadly Shores of Noodle Beach The Demon Cultists and The Coming of The Darkness The Demonic Music Box Desolate Nostalgia on a Frozen Shoreline The Diamond Forest in the Bio Dome The Disbelief of Humans Discovering A Floating Castle Dismal Day at the Street Market The Doors' Dark Secret - A Wedding In A Zombie Apocalypse Dreams of Purple Pearls The Drunk Moon Elf Echoes of the Glass Forest Echoes of the Unseen An Eclipse in the Faerie Glen An Eclipse Looms Tonight An Eerie Discovery Eerie Symbols in the Snow The Egg That Was Not an Egg The Elf With Crippled Hands Ember Enable The Enchanted Map Encountering ghostly apparitions in the swamp Evil Eggplants Stalking Outside Evil McEvil of The Twirly Moustache Existential Crisis Perspectives - 3 Perspectives on an Existential Crisis Exploring the Swamp's Forgotten River A Fall in the River A Field of Poppies On The Road To Witch Pond 15 Drabbles About Being Transgender The First Flicker of Dawn Fishing in the Rain Five Ways To Save Money in Las Vegas Fizzy and Frigid A Flapdoodle Wizard’s Duel Fleeced for Fizz Fog & Peach Melba Toast After Last Night's Rain Footprints In The Sand Forest Kings and Their Antler Crowns The Fragrant Smoke of Flavoured Herbs Freshly Baked Sugar Cookies The Frilly Nest of Panic A Garden of Pink Chrysanthemums Get your hands off my dress! GhoulSpawn & The Cultists GhoulSpawn Said The Moon Don’t Laugh GhoulSpawn's Toasted Marshmallow Magic A Glass of Fresh Milk Gloom Blob of Doom: The Dreadful Dripping of the Doom Blob of Gloom Glumpish, Grumpy, Sullen, Gloomy Golden Field, Pink Glories The Golden Mask The Graveyard That Ate the Living The Great UnSeelie Court Swindlers He Always Comes Back Heirloom Tomatoes Help! He's trying to feed me! The Herd Approaches The Howl on Silent Moor How to Create a Literary Empire with Just Your Bum Poems How To Kill a Lich How to Hijack a Human Supply Train Without Getting Shot How to Overthrow an Entire Settlement Without So Much as Lifting a Finger I Need To Feel Safe Ignoramus — An Utterly Ignorant Crowd of Humans IkuTursu's Cursed Depths of the Swamp Where Pine Boughs Whisper Incandescent Shadows Over Driftwood Bay The Infected Survivor Inner Fortitude Insidious Love Invigorating Cool Air Iron Hooves and Burning Roads, Krampus on Wheels The Ivory Tower of Greed The Jar of Pickled Toes Jibber Jabber Ramblings by the Fire The Jolly Red Lich King Journey Through the Zombie-Infested Swamp on the Blue Monkey Judgement An Ode To The Lunatics Preaching The Rapture of September'25 Kelim and The Necromancer: Finding Finderu Kelim Meets Quaraun The Insane Lanterns Over the Faerie Glen Leaving Your Bed Messy Isn't Exactly the Apocalypse The Leprechaun of The Deep North A Lich's Lament For a Mortal Lover Growing Old A Lich's Reflections On Escaping The Swamp of Death The Lich's True Form Revealed The Lighthouse’s Glass-Eyed Horror The Lighthouse Keeper The Lighthouse That Leapt, Space Dock 13's First Jump Through Space The Long Road The Loot Tree Lord of the Hive Lost In The Forest of No Return-Trying To Find Directions The Lost Library and The Snowglobe The Lotus' Silent Prayer on the Sandy Shoreline Lover's Triangle Make tea and go for a rainy forest walk Maple Cotton Candy Served as a Topping on Vanilla Ice Cream A Market Day Disaster Market Day Weekend - Three Days In The Life of The Pink Necromancer Marsh Serenity Reflection Mayonnaise Meeting Mallac Melt, Ya Safe With Me The MerMan's Wrath Milkweed Meadow Mint, Madness, and Motor Parts The Mischief of the Purple Unicorn Misplaced Utensils and the Cascade of Confusion Monsters & Mayhem: How Black Tower Became Pink (8+ Parts) The Moon and The Drowned The Moon Goddess Laughs From The Rooftops The Moon That Hungers The Moon and The Mirror Morning Sickness at The Shattered Stein (TW: MPreg Yaoi) A Mysterious Door No Goldfish, Today? No Place for Birth The Noodle of Power Not Little Red Riding Hood Obsessive Love-Dangerous Love An Ode to My Shattered Sanity Ominous One River In Three Perspectives Open Grave An Ordinary Day A Path of Twisted Trees A Peaceful Night on the Tundra The Peaceful Shores of Noodle Beach Phantom Tides Pickling Perfection Pickles, Panic, & Permafrost The Picnic Pink Marabou Trimmed Rainbow Leg Warmers, a Purple Feathered Black Leather Codpiece, and an Emerald Green Overly Fluffy Scarf The Pink Necromancer's Deceitful Carpet Weave Pink Sheep, Cheesy Burritos, and The Grim Reality of Zombies Pliable Clay on the Potter's Wheel Pocket Lich Unleashed: Quaraun Murders Finderu Preparations for the Street Market of the GodForsaken City Psychotic Dead Things Quaraun's Beauty Makeovers Quaraun's Candle Business Quaraun's Irritable Day Quaraun and The Wandering Turtle City Quarreling Over the Last Slice of Pizza A Quiet Day on The Blue Monkey The Quiet Evening in the Pink Silk Tent A Quiet Evening In The Rain A Quiet Night on The River A Quiet Place To Sweep A Quiet, Relaxing Foot Rub The Rain-Drenched Alley Raining Cats & Dogs Readers vs Readers, What Really Makes a Reader, a Reader? Remove! The Return of ZooLock The River Boat Man-Woman The Sacred Pink Secret (TW: Mpreg Yaoi) Safety and Emergency System Activated. Please Being Calm Santa's Floating Dead Body Santa's Letter To Satan The Screaming Contest The Seagull Sea Slugs and Clam Chowder Bread Bowls Secret Meeting Hidden Behind Closed Doors Shadows on the Clam Flats Shipyard at Dusk The Silence of the Unseen Silks in the Snow The Singing Crabgrass Crabs — A Green Fairy Wine Tale A Sinister-Looking Stone Well Six Days Earlier The Snake's Prophecy of Doom Upon The Fractured Moon A Solitary Black Sock Spinning Dreams in Silk The Soul Eater Spacious Space Spooky Scary Skeletons - A Graveyard Waltz Stillness in the Garden's Chaos Stone Cakes for the Road Survival Preppers Of The Zombie Apocalypse The Swamp of Death The Tavern in the Faraway Town The Temple City of The Green Goddess, Where Every Street Has a Name The Terrifying Cliffs of Noodle Beach, featuring Etiole That Afternoon When Quaraun Got Stuck In a Crab Trap That Big Bad Darkness in His Heart A Threatening Letter Too Busy Cooking Lemon Tarts Toobe's Well-Prompted Apocalypse (A ChatBot Plans Global Domination) The Trade Caravan A Tumble In The River The Vacuous Tavern Fool Waiter, There's A Head In My Soup Wandering Merchant: The Trader’s Cryptic Goods (Part 2 of ShipYard At Dusk) What I Wish I Knew Before Not Becoming an Astrophysicist When a Government Tries to Cover Its Crimes Why the Sea is Salt A Winter Wizard Wishing For Lobster Rolls-Never Make Wishes In The Presence of Wizards WORMS! Wrath of the Sacred Pink JellyFish Yelling at the Snowstorm You've Only Known Our World Through The Eyes of a Madman You trust that nonsense over a map? Zombies Are Not the Worst Thing Here {TW: Love fucking wins} Zwodder: A Drowsy Stupid State of Mind Hmmm... soooo... I was making the above list to ALL the links to EVERY Quaraun story published on my website here, and adding it into the footer of my site, here as you can see, which loads on every page, and then I realized... wait... there are over two thousand Pink Necromancer stories up free to read on my website, I can't put two thousand links on every single page! Whoops! LOL! So, now I'm putting list to ALL the links to EVERY Quaraun story published on my website here on this page instead and just link that page to the footer instead. But also I'll just leave some of the links in the footer, as you can see above. FacebookXPinterestTumblrRedditWhatsApp ShareFacebookXPinterestTumblrRedditWhatsApp The Park Bench Method of Writing

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If anyone contacts you saying 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, is for sale, know that they are lying to you... it is my land, and it has been in my family since 1531... and the ONLY person whom has EVER gone around saying it is for sale, is a woman who the FBI believes to be the same woman who murdered my son.

My son is buried here, and the FBI believes she is trying to buy my land in order to destroy his grave and destroy evidence of his murder.

Since my son's murder November 14, 2013, every year dozens of real estate agent show up all with a story of a female developer who is offering them MILLIONS of dollars for my lot of land that is only 1/4 of an acre and is not big enough to develop.

When shown police sketches of my son's murderer, the real estate agents say "Yes, that's the woman who hired me to buy 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine", but then the woman disappears and the real estate agents never hear from her again... all contact information she gave them turns out to be fake.

The woman who murdered my son, is DESPERATELY trying to buy 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine... this is the woman to watch out for... and this is what she did:

Looking to find out more about my son's murder, that information is on these pages:

• How did the FBI get involved?

• Never Forget my son was murdered

• Do you know who this woman is? And no 146 Portland Ave is not for sale.

• Thoughts on Reborn Therapy Dolls After My Son's Murder

Answering the questions:
Can you give me links to the news reports of your son's murder? 
and
Why can't I find any news reports about this?

Maine has well over a thousand murder cases that have never been in the news.

I found this out after my son was murdered November 2013, and a year later I found out it had never been in the news, even though I was hounded for weeks by news people. I went to each of the over a dozen TV stations and newspapers whom had showed up at the hospital and asked why they had never published any report after all the trouble they had gone through to (in some cases illegally) het into the hospital to interview me.

in every case they said some version of "well, it just wasn't news worthy, there was nothing we could use to get views". Really? These were big news stations, channel 13, 6, 8, Portland Press Herald, Bangor Daily...

What exactly was it they claimed was "not news worthy"?

I'll tell you.

On November 14, 2013, my son was murdered. At Southern Maine Community College in the parking lot of The Buglight Art Studio beside the Spring Point Lighthouse.

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

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

The attack also triggered labour.

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

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

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

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

Oh yeah, and I've been quadriplegic for 13 years.

oh yeah one more thing, same trio, they also found out where i lived in Old Orchard Beach and drove a backhoe over my house as well.

146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach, Maine... July 4, 2013 vs August 8, 2013

I have been homeless and quadriplegic for 13 years, and right now it's just a few weeks away from both my son's 14th birthday and the 14th anniversary of the day he was murdered, both of which happened the same day.

Explain to me what about any of that is "not newsworthy"?

I did find out WHY it was deemed not newsworthy. "it would negatively impact tourism" was their reason. The College at Fort Prebble is a tourist destination. The lighthouse at the college is a tourist destination. My house on Portland ave is situated on the primary road to the beach that is a tourist destination.

The news reporters explained to me that, they risked losing their jobs if they publicised "negative news" occurring in these sorts of tourist destination spots.

My son's murder wasn't in the news, because it might cause tourists to stop visiting that lighthouse. That was the reason the reporters gave me.

How often are there things not being reported on just so businesses don't lose tourist money?

How often does this happen? A lot, I've since found out. In trying to find other mothers of murdered children to interact with... I found five others JUST in Old Orchard Beach, whom the murders were not in the news, and all of them happened after my son's murder. I found 2 such mothers in Scarbourogh, their children's murders not in the news. I found over a dozen more in the Bar Harbore area, also all not in the news.

It's a very disturbing trend here in Maine, one that I never would have found out about had my own son not been murdered.

One thing's very clear: in Maine you can get away with murdering a child, if you do it in a big tourist location, because news stations REFUSE to report any crime occurring in tourist locations.

Fuck torists.

I don't give a shit about your precious tourist money.

My son was murdered and I want his killer found... and I am VERY displeased with the deplorable way news stations try to bury child murders in Maine, just to appease tourist funded businesses.

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