Shadows on the Clam Flats

Quaraun perched uneasily on a gnarled driftwood log, his pink pupiled icy blue eyes half-lidded against the persistent drift of icy fog that cloaked the clam flats along Maine’s rocky coast. The tide was low, but could not be trusted to stay low, not beneath the fractured moon. Since the moon cracked, tides were sporadic, unscheduled highs, unplanned lows. One had to be vigilant, always watching or one could easily be swept away.

The sea hissed and moaned against the shore, a lonesome sound punctuated by the distant screech of seagulls. Seagulls, horrible creatures, more deadly than lobsters. Their empty eye sockets, decaying wings, and rotted feathers, foretold of their undead nature.

The zombie gulls, battled with the undead lobsters, not far from where the albino Moon Elf sat.

But he was unconcerned with the undead.

They would not bother Quaraun.

No undead would risk angering him, for he was The Pink Necromancer, the most feared wizard of the known universe.

Each breath Quaraun took was a chill whisper against his lungs, as he rubbed his gold plated hands together, trying to ward off the cold. His resplendent pink silk robes were damp with the cold north Atlantic sea spray, and he shivered, drawing his cloak tighter around him.

Beside The Pink Necromancer, a small silver hand mirror dangled from his belt, its surface fogged over momentarily before clearing under an unseen magical influence. Quaraun took it in his gloved hand, the gold plating catching the wan light as he spoke, his voice a soft murmur lost in the ocean’s breath.

“Mirror of mysteries,” Quaraun said. “Show to me, what is it that I am to see?”

The mirror’s surface swirled with a misty purple black miasma before settling, and a voice, both ancient and eerie, echoed from its depths, its tone lyrical and mocking.

“In twisted future where shadows play, the Elf seeks answers, yet shadows stray,” came forth the voice of Quaraun’s mirror of magic.

Quaraun frowned, his silver hair spilling over his shoulders as he pondered the riddle.

“What shadows?” Quaraun asked at lengths. “Be clearer, mirror.”

The surface shimmered again, the image within morphing like quicksilver. It showed BoomFuzzy, Quaraun’s favourite husband, his long grey dreadlocks flecked with sand, the Phooka, in his Human form, diligently digging for clams.

BoomFuzzy ran a food truck on Noodle Beach, and Humans came from a far for the Faerie chef’s clam chowder; a recipe which required many long hours spent digging for clam during low tide. The scene was mundane, yet somehow the mirror imbued it with an ominous undertone.

Quaraun looked up from the mirror. What the mirror showed him, was exactly the same as what was now happening before him. BoomFuzzy, digging for clams. Quaraun looked up and down the beach, confused, for he saw no danger, and this mirror usually warned of dangers.

“Why show me this?” Quaraun asked the mirror. “You show me what I can plainly see.”

“Beneath the clam’s shell, secrets lie, beneath the ocean, truths defy,” came the mirror’s reply.

Quaraun watched, his heart tightening at the sight of his dearly beloved BoomFuzzy so focused and determined.

“Is there danger to him?” Quaraun asked, his voice laced with worry.

“Fate’s thread winds, the Lich will call, in dark water, the brave might fall.”

Dread settled heavy in Quaraun’s chest, the salty air thickening with unspoken fears. He glanced towards the water where BoomFuzzy worked, the waves caressing his ankles, dark and secretive.

The ocean water, grey and green, looked calm. But Quaraun knew all too well, the dangers which lurked in MoonSnail Cove.

Zombies, wraiths, vampires, revenants, the shambling dead, dangers to Humans, but not to him, The Pink Necromancer, able to control the dead on command.

Undeath filled this world at every turn. But the undead, were not the dangers Quaraun feared.

Not here.

Not in MoonSnail Cove.

No.

Here, there were far worse things than the undead.

It was the MerFolk.

Living.

Viscous.

Bloodthirsty.

And with mage’s capable of taking down Liches.

Deadly creatures. Quaraun knew, how deadly, too. For he used to be one. Many centuries ago, he was a beautiful pink JellyFish. Ancient goddess of the sea. She gave it up, to live on land as a male Moon Elf, never to return to live beneath her beloved ocean. The price she paid, to become BoomFuzzy’s lover.

Quaraun knew the MerPeople well.

BoomFuzzy was a powerful Lich, but even undead, could still be destroyed by one who knows how.

Quaraun’s heart raced as he thought of the dangers he could not see. The MerFolk beneath the waves. Panic filled his mind. They were so near The Crystal Caves, home of the EelFolk. At high tide these waters were full of EelMen, whom electrocuted their prey and dragged them to the depths.

Quaraun looked to the mirror again. “Show me how to protect him.”

“Through shadows walk, to twilight hold, guard thy heart, let not it be cold.”

“You are not being helpful!” Quaraun snarled.

The cryptic advice grated on Quaraun’s nerves, and he snapped the mirror shut, the click lost to the wind. The mirror was always a puzzle, a torment of truths half-told. He stood, wrapping his cloak about him, his eyes fixed on BoomFuzzy’s figure in the distance, determined to keep his beloved Lich safe from whatever shadows the future held.

Quaraun made his way toward his husband. The ocean roared louder, as if angered by his defiance. The ground beneath his feet was a soggy carpet of tangled seaweed and decaying sea wrack, slippery and treacherous. Quaraun moved carefully, his resolve hardening with each step.

“Come,” Quaraun said to BoomFuzzy, when he reached him. “We must leave.”

“Leave?” BoomFuzzy asked.

“Yes. Now.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” Quaraun said as he glanced in every direction, half expecting MerMen to jump out at him. “But there is danger. I can feel it.”

“There is not here but ya being a silly, paranoid goose. I have clams to dig.”

“Tomorrow.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know. Please. Let’s just go back to the lighthouse. We can come back down here in the morning. When the danger is gone.”

“What danger, Quaraun?”

“I don’t know.”

BoomFuzzy shook his head, annoyed, but knew that trying to convince his paranoid lover all was safe would be a pointless endeavor. Quaraun was very obstinate when his fear set in.

“Aye, we return to the lighthouse. I shall shuck these tonight and we come back for more in the morning.”

BoomFuzzy picked up his burlap bags full of quahogs, steamers, and razor clams, and together he and Quaraun headed back to the lighthouse.

A pair of sinister glowing eyes, watched them go. Mermish whispers were lost beneath the crashing waves, as they beat, unyielding against rocky shores of Maine.

| ©2024 Wendy Christine Allen | All Rights Reserved |

Quaraun and BoomFuzzy

This story is published in:

• Quick Quips With Three Wizards

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Includes the following stories: Goat Theft at the Midway Beach at Low Tide Shampooed By the Unicorn Clam Flat Mud Bath The Roses Were Screaming Again Moss Garden His Feet Never Touched the Ground Grass at Dawn The Way He Holds Me River Stones The Ocean Swallowed the House Again Forest Floor He’s Pregnant Again Tidal Pool Today, the Moon Hatched Kitchen Floor Foot Rub Hair as Long as His Grief Pink Cloud Macarons Belly Rubs Before Bed Cinnamon Steam Unicorn Kisses Smell Like Rotten Peaches Butter & Honey He Rubbed My Belly Until I Slept Berries in Cream Unicorn-Scented Shampoo Vanilla Sky BoomFuzzy Made A Cake That Screamed Herb Smoke Bathwater That Smelled Like Peonies Steamed Milk Barefoot in the Garden Crystal Sugar Cage Quaraun Misplaced the Portal Again Chocolate Silk Ribbons He Kissed My Ankles First Lemon Blossom Croquembouche Velvet Ribbons Velvet Hazelnut Mousse GhoulSpawn Tries to Pet the Phooka Mirror Glaze Eclairs His Silk Robes Got Stuck in the Door Again Caramel Thread Opera Cake Lap Pillow Pistachio Rose Mooncakes The Mirror Refused to Reflect Quaraun Gilded Sugar Pearls Clingy Elf Shell Sorting Cherry Pie and Blood Velvet Baby Kicks Drawing in Sand The Sky Is Bleeding Again The Salt Cave, A Sea Cliff Grotto at Low Tide He Called Me Mooncake Glimmering in the Fog Spooning the Elf The Pond's Reflection There Are Tentacles in the Bathtub Again Heated Tent, Frozen World His Fingers in My Hair Tangy Lemon Spirits Laced Together Lighthouse Silence Theft Is a Love Language

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This story is also published in:

• I Married a Goblin King and All I Got Was Existential Dread

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Includes the following stories: Herons in the Dunes The Pancake Ritual The Door That Should Not Exist The Howl on Silent Moor The Shimmering Shield The Sound of His Voice The Raven in the Hidden Grove Bluejay Calls at Low Tide Glimmer in the BioDome The Art of Destroying a Human Village for Fun and Profit If a Person Loves Only One Other Person Clam Digging in the Rain Readers vs Readers, What Really Makes a Reader, a Reader? Quaraun Won’t Touch Mud The Reckoning A Sweet Summer's Bond What is Love but Ceaseless Ache?, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf The Bumbling Pursuit of The Pink Necromancer The Whispering Spirit Beneath the Moonstone Grave This Tent is Too Big The Shared Quiet Moments The Clock Ticks Away, Counting Down Each Fleeting Breath, Doom Waits Patiently Hate The Lotus’ Silent Prayer on the Sandy Shoreline The Dance of Life and Death Truth at Last Cannot Be Hidden A Bounty of Love’s Harvest

Not published yet--still in formatting--release date summer 2025 no book cover yet -- this placeholder will be updated once cover art is finalized, prob'ly in mid-August 2025 to so.

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This story is also published in:

• Merchant Trip Misadventures

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Not published yet--still in formatting--release date summer 2025

Includes the following stories: Judgement (An Ode To The Lunatics Preaching "The Rapture of September 2025") The Candle Con in Ember Hollow Magic Apples The Price of Art Necromancer of the Parched Sands in the Desert of Diona, a City of Slushies Prosimetrum 3 Perspectives on an Apple Conundrum in the Bazaar Nor’easter in an Apple Orchard Rain Dripped Incessantly on the Pink Silk Tent

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This story is also published in:

• It Was a Dark & Stormy Night

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Includes the following stories: A Dark and Stormy Night The Storm’s Embrace Phantom Tides Quaraun’s Irritable Day Christmas in 40th Century Dystopia The Foghorn's Song The Lighthouse Conundrum (aka Thingamajig Version 2) The Screaming Sea The Rain-Drenched Alley Chaos in The Lighthouse: Shattered Panes, Shattered Minds The Death Princess The Lighthouse Keeper Beautiful Life. Beautiful Death. The Ship That Should Not Be Control or Protection? Ghosts Beneath the Pink Silk Tent

Not published yet--still in formatting--release date summer 2025 no book cover yet -- this placeholder will be updated once cover art is finalized, prob'ly in mid-August 2025 to so.

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This story was written as part of NaNoWriMo 2024

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

This year I used the following Daily writing prompt List:

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

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

This set includes the following stories:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

• Finished NaNoWriMo 2024 with 112,149 words. 

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

This story is also published in:

• I Am Too Fabulous for This Apocalypse

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Includes the following stories: Scented Soap and Sweet Compliments Quaraun’s Beauty Makeovers The First Flicker of Dawn Reprehensible in the Antique Shop The Disbelief of Humans Clothing the World Twilight Rose Enigma Wild Rose Hip Tea and a Frosty Morning The Sad Part Is We Are Trapped and Don't Even Know It Jellyfish Threads Purple Silk Ribbons for My Lover's Hair Haunted Couture

Not published yet--still in formatting--release date summer 2025 no book cover yet -- this placeholder will be updated once cover art is finalized, prob'ly in mid-August 2025 to so.

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This story is also published in:

• Just Another Day in the UnSeelie Court

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Includes the following stories: Thread of Roses The Hanged Man The Long Road The Silver Thief Chain Reaction Lanterns and Stars The Old Haunted Quilt

Not published yet--still in formatting--release date summer 2025 no book cover yet -- this placeholder will be updated once cover art is finalized, prob'ly in mid-August 2025 to so.

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This story is also published in:

• Potions, Pastries, and Panic Attacks

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Includes the following stories: Lighthouse Alone

Not published yet--still in formatting--release date summer 2025 no book cover yet -- this placeholder will be updated once cover art is finalized, prob'ly in mid-August 2025 to so.

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This story is published in:

• Three Wizards, Cozy In the Apocalypse

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Includes the following stories: Lanterns Over the Faerie Glen Spacious Space The Pond’s Invitation Gloom Blob of Doom: The Dreadful Dripping of the Doom Blob of Gloom The Sweet and Sour of Lemons The Boat Fiasco Five Ways To Save Money in Las Vegas The Book in the Brook and the Minnows Who Found It There, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf The Wand Mishap One River In Three Perspectives Bluejay I Think, So I Exist Oyster Mushroom Harvest on a Rotting Log Forest Kings and Their Antler Crowns Cattail Pollen Spaghetti with Wild “Oregano” Sautéed Mushrooms and Diced Tomatoes Served with Poutine, Naturally Lord of the Hive The Comfort Found in a Hearty Winter Tomato Stew Golden Field, Pink Glories Truly creative things happen when one thinks differently, yet nobody wants to think differently Pink Marabou Trimmed Rainbow Leg Warmers, a Purple Feathered Black Leather Codpiece, and an Emerald Green Overly Fluffy Scarf The Mischief of the Purple Unicorn Frostbound Legends: Harvesting Apples in the Rain Jibber Jabber Ramblings by the Fire The Sandcastles at Twilight The Heirloom The Crooked Dice Sounds In The Night Shadows and Fog Gladsomeness

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This story is published in:

• Picking The Perfect Pickle

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Includes the following stories: Picking the Perfect Pickle BoomFuzzy’s Hearth The Phooka's Dragon School Sea Glass & Silken Worries A Quiet Night on The River The Cursed Grimoire Ignoramus — An Utterly Ignorant Crowd of Humans The Littlest Keeper of the Lantern Excited For The New Baby Quaraun's Candle Business The Sacred Pink Secret There Are a Million Reasons to Be Grateful A Thousand Little Kicks The Sun was Shining, a Rare Thing in This Dystopian Ice Age Morning Sickness at The Shattered Stein A Night for Spoons Pink Silk and Soup The Book of Tortured Souls I Need To Feel Safe Cakes for a Kingdom

2025 edition cover art Original 2016 cover art

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• Savage Wilderness

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Includes the following stories: The Savage Wilderness of the Post-Comet Earth The Terror Bird Lost, But Never Wrong Acrophobia The Herd Approaches IkuTursu’s Cursed Depths of the Swamp Where Pine Boughs Whisper Wind and Hematite on the Cliff You trust that nonsense over a map? Not Little Red Riding Hood A Twisted Tree A Tumble In The River Turquoise The Book Burning Maggots, You Can't Spell Hatred Without Red Hats Drowned Dead Beneath The Ice Inner Fortitude Amidst the Dread and Drear and Death Midnight silk whispers In the Depth of Winter’s Grip Cane and Gold He Was Not Built To Be Small No Place for Birth

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• The Peaceful Shores of Noodle Beach

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Includes the following stories: The Peaceful Shores of Noodle Beach You Never Know What Info You Might Pick Up in the Afterlife: A Pink Necromancer Near Death Experience Kishotenketsu A Chilly Light Drizzle Becomes Snowfall on the Shore A Peaceful Afternoon of Lobster Rolls and Laughter Beneath the Seagull-Crowded Sky, Where One Clumsy Waiter Spills Clam Chowder, One Cheerful Chef Whistles While He Works, and One Elderly Elf Wraps Himself in Pink and Finds Contentment at the Edge of the Cold Atlantic The Warmth of Being Held The Crows Are Restless A Bond Unseen Ghastly Too Many Apples for One Basket Roses on the Beach, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf The Rain-Kissed Shore That Afternoon When Quaraun Got Stuck In a Crab Trap Incandescent Shadows Over Driftwood Bay A Day Spent In the Sand, Collecting Memories as We Collect Seashells They grow bolder with each passing night. A Diamond Snowbound Silence Burnt Orange, a Poem by Quaraun the Moon Elf A Shattered Moon Let us plan a relaxin’ day. Meteoric Marvels of the Dreaded Dunes Sparkle A Relaxing Day BoomFuzzy’s Bubbly Bracelet Ember Collecting Sea Salt (aka Thingamajig—Version 1) Contentment, a Poem by Quaraun Under the Firelight’s Malevolent Spell The Tide Swallows the Shore Avoiding Puddles The Kiss Beneath the Frosted Moon Noodle Beach: A Love Letter to a Forgotten Shoreline

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• The Deadly Shores of Noodle Beach

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Includes the following stories: Deadly Shores of Noodle Beach Gathering Pink Dye The Liminal Mists of Eternal Sorrow Obsessive Love-Dangerous Love The Golden Dragon Keys Mayonnaise Shrouded in Fog Truth Lurking in Churning Waters Ritual of The Blood Moon Entwined in Chaos Dandelion Fluff Angry Ocean Waves at Sunset, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf Evil McEvil of The Twirly Moustache The Terrifying Cliffs of Noodle Beach The Seagull The Unseen Hand in the Fog Insidious Love The Moon and The Drowned The Omen: A Strange Object Washed Up On Noodle Beach Dreams of Purple Pearls Footprints In The Sand 3 Perspectives of Undead Lobsters Enveloped by Fog Shadows on the Clam Flats

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• Three Wizards and a Food Truck

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Includes the following stories: Wishing For Lobster Rolls: A Lesson In Why One Never Makes Wishes In The Presence of Wizards The Food Truck's Warm Protective Embrace Absinthe Slushies: An Ode to Frozen Green Fairy Wine Sticky Rice, Bare Fingers, and Slippery Chopsticks Kiss Me FA: Just Another Day in the Ice-Laced Ruins of The GodForsaken City The Bridge of Doom Zwodder: A Drowsy Stupid State of Mind Head Cheese: A Story of Cauliflower, Cruelty, and Carnage Apple Tart and Stargazing Sheer Terror: Rotten Fruit The Candy Corn Cult Vendetta over Vittles Coleslaw To Go With the Lobster Rolls, of Course! BoomFuzzy's Chowder Dilemma Eels Beneath the Ice Why You Should Never Insult the JellyElf in a Street Market Blueberries and Bravado The Curse of the Cloaked Crustacean Dystopia, Doom, and Dark Romance with Custard Pastries in the Parking Lot Snowstorm Sabotage Sea Slugs and Clam Chowder Bread Bowls The Price of Generosity A Mess of Porridge Chocolate Bliss Springtime by the River Springtime by the River: Evening Stolen Midnight Magic Cracked Carnival The Apple Stall in 3 Perspectives Chocolate in the Neon Shadows Mint, Madness, and Motor Parts Spinning Dreams in Silk Quaraun & BoomFuzzy: The Ultimate Power Couple

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• Three Wizards and a Lighthouse

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Includes the following stories: The Cursed Mirror A Quiet Morning with the Sound of Waves, Wind, and an Abundance of Fresh-Caught Fish Candied Nightmares Sapphire and Calm The Soul Eater The Drip The Cold Embrace  GhoulSpawn in the Walls A Dark and Stormy Night Braving the Icy Winds Herons in the Dunes Emerald Reflections Under The Lighthouse Light Whispering Shadows in the Fog Walking Through the Wreckage Bone Dice A Flapdoodle Wackadoodle Noodle Wizard’s Duel Chaos in The Lighthouse: Shattered Panes, Shattered Minds Yelling at the Snowstorm The Lighthouse Keeper Quarreling Over the Last Slice of Pizza MoonSnail Cove, Maine Walking Along the Edge The Singing Crabgrass Crabs — A Green Fairy Wine Tale A Pocketful of Memories The Potter’s Hands Cold Beach, Warm Hearts Unease Dance in the Rain Every Lighthouse Keeper Dies A Cliff-side Overlook Breezy Afternoon Adoration - GhoulSpawn’s Perspective Adoration - BoomFuzzy’s Perspective Bitter Cold Winds Lover’s Triangle The Storm's Embrace Rosewater and Silk Weaving Memories by the Sea Necromancy: A Day in the Life of a Bumbling Necromancer Terror in the Silver Mist Gourmet Wonders A Threatening Letter Under the Light of a Dying Moon Unspoken Words Between Us as We Walk Through the Snow Together The Restful Sigh Psionic Warriors Channelling the Power of the Mind Springtime Drizzle Lens and Light Maintenance Tumultuous Tempest Silvered Lament Zoning Out, Watching the Snowflakes Fall Without Feeling Anything Realizing We Might Actually Be Safe The Scent of Ink and Roses A Shared Moment of Silence: Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn Under the Moonlit Sky The Floating Paper Lanterns Beneath the Black Tower Shadows Stormbound Shadows Halloween Chaos with BoomFuzzy the Candy Corn Unicorn  Staring at the Stars Sitting on the Edge of a Cliff The Day the Lighthouse Glowed a Little Too Brightly Longing for the Warmth of the Sun, We Found Only More Darkness The Woes of Laundry: A Small Task in a Quiet Day The Shared Quiet Moments The Arrival The Scents of Simplicity: BoomFuzzy’s Kitchen and the Softness of Home In a land of ice and gloom, Where the blizzards often loom…(A blizzard hits a village...) Desolate Nostalgia on a Frozen Shoreline The Trade Caravan Bone Dice - Again Lightkeeper's Dilemma The Silent Knock The Old Haunted Quilt  Resting by the Fire The Struggle of Maintaining Their Lighthouse Home in a Harsh Winter Storm Golden Hands Sweeping the Lighthouse Sunrise Mocks the Aching Heart, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf The Real Nightmares There’s Beauty in the Destruction The Lighthouse’s Glass-Eyed Horror What Unites Us? Velvety and Vile Mud, Bums, and the Epic Quest for Cleanliness BoomFuzzy’s Clam Chowder, His Love for Seafood, and The Joy of a Shared Meal The Cold Night's Warmth Haikus & Historians The Evening’s End: Quiet Conversations and Comfort in the Home They Built Together Peering Through the Mist and Finding Nothing But More Fog Wandering Paper Boats A Solitary Black Sock The Brownies & The Witch, or Why Faeries Don’t Wear Socks A Quiet, Relaxing Foot Rub Making the Bed The Black Sock, Again The Eaten Moon Sunset: A Bleeding Wound Upon The Sea, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf Making Tea in the Middle of a Storm If Objects Had Desire Drying Herbs Lighthouse at the End of the World The Reflection in the Fog The Series Prologue aka Quaraun’s Backstory

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

BoomFuzzy

Quaraun

GhoulSpawn and BoomFuzzy

GhoulSpawn

GhoulSpawn and Quaraun

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

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

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

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

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

Meet The Characters

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Health update: August 4, 2026 - in recovery for 6 months+ (at least until mid-January 2027...all book and video game releases are pushed back at least 6 months) see video below for why...

@eelkat health update #maine #disabilityawareness #wheelchairlife #wheelchairvlogger #multiplesclerosis ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

Update Sept 3, 2026:

I am able to get around enough to take Koko to dog park... today is 29 days since getting out of hospital. My diet is still mostly liquid, but im eating some solid food again, but its like rice or soft mushy baby food type stuff because I still can not chew yet, though I can swallow again. My jaw is still not functioning good so im having trouble talking still. So there's been slight improvement to my mouth, throat, and jaw, but, zero improvement to my eye, which is a major concern, be Im almost fully blind right now. im legally blind since birth in my left eye, so I have no ability to fall back on using my left eye. My right eye is the one injured and my vision in it is "40% decreased" according to my doctor, but it wasn't good vision to begin with, and right now my right eye is not much different from my legally blind left eye. Which I why I have to have someone drive my car for me instead of me driving my car myself right now, which is very frustrating, because, being a female, I had to fight for over twenty years to be allowed to drive. I started sneaking out at age 31 and dressing as a man to go to Old Orchard Beach high school to get a ged, because us females are not allowed to go to school. And i was 37 years old when snuck out to the DMV and got a driver's permit and started going to college. I was 42 and 8 months pregnant when my family found out I was going to college and thats when I was punished by the backhoe driving over my house and my spine broken with a golf club and my baby born right then and killed with same golf club. So it's very frustrating now, so soon after finally being able to drive , to now not be able to drive because of an eye injury, especially after 14 years of being paralyzed from the golf club and not being allowed to have a wheelchair, again, because i am female and we females are simply not allowed to do anything. I hate the culture I was born into. I wish I had the freedom to go to school and drive a car the way American women do. I wish having my spine broken with a golf club and my baby killed with a golf club and a backhoe driven over my house was not how men in my family punishment women in my family for learning to read and write. Its so frustrating not being able to to drive again, so soon after 14 years being paralyzed, and being paralyzed by the golf club was the punishment for getting a driver's license back in 2013 after 30 years of men not letting me have one. I hate my family's culture and how they treat us women.

I get so sick of Americans telling me how they wish they could be a Gypsy… they are either misogynist woman hating pigs, or delusional idiots who haven't got a clue how shittily we Gypsy women are treated by Gypsy men, because no one in their righ mind who knows anything about Gypsy culture would ever want to be part of it. I hate that I was born a Gypsy. 

update sept 7, 2026

"You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me?

I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking.

So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me.

see video below for more information: 

@eelkat "You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me? I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking. So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me. #mainelife #biddefordmaine #maine #disabilitytiktok #Biddeford ♬ original sound Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

update Sept 15, 2026:

I have some slight movement in some my fingers again again after over a decade being paralyzed

you remember how I used to be a professional doll making, pattern designer, and embroiderer, back before I became paralized and before my son was murdered and being the backhoe drove over my house?

all my equipment, sewing machines, ect were all destroyed by the backhoe driving over my house, and I have been quardepelegic for over a decade because of it so could not use my hands to sew or draw or embroider, and so only continued to do my writing of novels since then because I could do that with dragon dictation software,

well, since 2016, I been playing Witcher 3 and don't starve video games on twitch livestream, one hand two fingers, as part of my therapy to regain nerve and muscle use of my fingers, and now after 10 years of that, I have somewhat more movement in my fingers and im thinking maybe I can try to do embroidery and doll making again, but not sure, anyways, now im rebuying all of my sewing and embroidery equipment that the backhoe destroyed when it drove over my house, and hopefully I can use my hand enough to embroider again.

waiting for stuff to arrive in mail, so soon I should find out if ten years of twitch gaming has given me enough muscle strength to use my fingers to embroider again.

update to the previous video, answering viewer question about lack of hospital vs broken spine

Wheelchair Fundraiser... I need to upgrade to a power wheelchair, the manual one just isn't enough anymore. But the power wheelchair is $25k. Yes, twenty five thousand dollars. Wtf? I can get a car for a quarter that price, why are wheelchairs so damned expensive? That's more money then I make in five years, so I need to start a fundraiser for it.

Books By Wendy Christine Allen
Currently Available on Amazon Kindle:

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

And GumRoad:

Index of the Quaraun short stories on GumRoad

On Medium:

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

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On Vocal:

Index of the Quaraun short stories on Vocal

On Notd:

Index of the Quaraun Short Stories on Notd

On OnlyFans:

Index of the Quaraun Short Stories on OnlyFans

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Pink Necromancer Merch: On CafePress:

An Index of the Quaraun Merch on CafePress

Pink Necromancer Merch: On Zazzle:

Index of the Quaraun Merch on Zazzle

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