The Arrival

🌸{A Pink Necromancer Kishōtenketsu} 🦄🌸

The icy winds howled through the barren landscape, carrying with them a scent of desolation. In the heart of Maine’s frigid wastelands, the fractured moon cast eerie, silvery light over the endless expanse of snow and jagged rocks. The lighthouse stood tall, a solitary beacon of light amidst the gloom, its beam slicing through the perpetual fog.

Quaraun, wrapped in resplendent pink silk, leaned heavily on his cane as he navigated the treacherous path to the shore.

BoomFuzzy trailed behind, his cataract-clouded eyes useless in the pitch-black night, relied on his keen hearing, following the soft crunch of Quaraun’s footsteps.

Beside them, GhoulSpawn, bulky and towering, moved with an uneasy grace, his cloven hooves crunching through the frozen snow covered beach sand.

Quaraun suddenly stopped, causing BoomFuzzy to slam into him, and fall over.

“Can ya not do that!” BoomFuzzy yelled, as GhoulSpawn helped him back to his feet. “I can’na see when ya stop, ya know.”

But Quaraun wasn’t paying attention to BoomFuzzy’s complaints. The Moon Elf’s long thin ears were pricked up, alert and twitching.

“Unicorn,” Quaraun whispered. “Do you hear that?”

BoomFuzzy tilted his head, listening intently.

A faint, otherworldly hum resonated through the air, growing louder with each passing moment.

GhoulSpawn looked up, scanning the horizon, just in time to witness a blazing object streak across the sky, crashing into the distant forest with a thunderous roar.

“Look at that!” he said.

Quaraun, however, was already moving in that direction. Heading away from the beach and into the forest behind the lighthouse.

“I guess we should follow him,” GhoulSpawn said to BoomFuzzy.

“Aye. Just do no be an idiot like him. In case ya forgot, I is blind. I can no see where he went.”

“I’ll help you.”

BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn trailed along behind Quaraun, GhoulSpawn guiding the old blind Phooka.

The forest was a place of dread, its ancient trees twisted and gnarled, draped in a veil of perpetual mist.

As they approached the crash site, the air grew thick with an unnatural presence, a pulsating energy that made the hair on their arms stand on end. The trees seemed to warp and bend, their branches clawing at the sky in agony.

In the centre of the impact zone lay the artifact, a grotesque sphere of metal and organic matter, its surface covered in intricate, eldritch designs. A massive, unblinking eye dominated its front, staring into the void with malevolent intent. Tendrils of dark energy snaked out from the artifact, distorting reality itself.

Quaraun approached the artifact, a twisted smile spreading across his face.

“What is it?” GhoulSpawn asked.

“Fascinating,” Quaraun whispered. “It speaks to me.”

“I don’t hear anything.”

“There are voices in it.”

Quaraun reached out, his gold plated fingers brushing against the cold, alien surface. The moment contact was made, a surge of power coursed through him, his mind flooded with visions of chaos and destruction.

GhoulSpawn watched in horror as Quaraun’s eyes glazed over, his expression shifting from fascination to madness.

“Quaraun, we should leave this thing be,” GhoulSpawn warned, his voice trembling.

“Nonsense!” Quaraun snapped, his voice dripping with malevolent glee. “This artifact holds immense power. With it, we can bend reality to our will, control the minds of Humans, and usher in a new era of darkness.”

Despite protests made by GhoulSpawn and BoomFuzzy, Quaraun picked up the great glaring metal encased eye and carried it with him back to their lighthouse.

Days turned into weeks, and the presence of the artifact took its toll on the surrounding area.

The once tranquil forest transformed into a nightmarish landscape, the trees withering and twisting into grotesque shapes. Wildlife became feral and hostile, squirrels, rabbits, and sparrows attacking anything that ventured too close.

Within the lighthouse, the atmosphere grew tense and suffocating.

Quaraun’s obsession with the artifact consumed him, his experiments becoming increasingly dangerous and unhinged. He used the artifact’s power to amplify his necromantic abilities, raising legions of undead lobsters to patrol the shoreline.

BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn, once united in their love and shared goals, found themselves at odds, arguing night and day.

BoomFuzzy’s concern for Quaraun’s sanity clashed with GhoulSpawn’s scientific curiosity about the artifact’s origins.

“Ghouly, this thing is destroying him,” BoomFuzzy pleaded one night. “We must do something.”

“I know.” GhoulSpawn’s yellow eyes flickered with uncertainty. He too was tempted by the strange alien object. “But the artifact’s power… it could be the key to understanding the universe.”

“If we do’na stop him, there may soon be no universe left to understand.”

One stormy night, as lightning split the sky and thunder rumbled like an angry god, BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn confronted Quaraun in the lighthouse’s dimly lit chamber.

The artifact sat in the centre, its malevolent eye casting an ominous glow.

“Quaraun, this has to stop,” BoomFuzzy said firmly. “The artifact is driving you mad. It warping reality around us.”

“You do not understand, Unicorn,” Quaraun said. His eyes burned with crazed glee. “With this power, I can become a god!”

“A god?” BoomFuzzy asked. “Is that the Elf talking? Or the JellyFish?”

“You know the Elf is dead.”

“So, the JellyFish.”

“We love you, Quaraun,” GhoulSpawn said, his voice gentle yet resolute. “We cannot let you destroy yourself and everything around you.”

For a moment, it appeared Quaraun might listen, the madness in his eyes flickering with a brief spark of lucidity. But then the artifact pulsed, sending a wave of dark energy through the room. Quaraun’s face twisted into a snarl, and he raised his cane, channeling the artifact’s power.

“You dare defy me?!” he screamed, unleashing a torrent of necromantic energy.

BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn braced themselves, but the artifact’s power was too much. The room twisted and distorted, reality itself bending under the weight of Quaraun’s wrath.

Just as it seemed the chaos would consume them, GhoulSpawn lunged forward, his massive form colliding with Quaraun.

The impact knocked Quaraun off balance, his grip on the artifact’s power faltering.

BoomFuzzy seized the moment, using his ceremonial obsidian blade to sever the tendrils of dark energy connecting Quaraun to the artifact.

With a final, desperate scream, Quaraun collapsed to the floor. The artifact’s eye dimmed.

The lighthouse stood in eerie silence, the storm outside having passed. Quaraun lay unconscious, his body trembling as he fought the lingering madness within.

BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn stood over him, their faces etched with worry and exhaustion.

“We did it,” BoomFuzzy said, his voice barely above a whisper.

GhoulSpawn nodded, his eyes lingering on the now dormant artifact.

“But at what cost?”

The forest outside began to slowly recover, the twisted trees straightening and the wildlife returning to normal. The artifact’s malevolent influence had been contained, for now. But the scars it left behind would serve as a grim reminder of the darkness that had almost consumed them.

As Quaraun stirred, his eyes opening to the sight of his lovers standing over him, he knew that the battle was far from over.

BoomFuzzy took the artifact and locked it in one of the trunks in the basement, and Quaraun agreed to leave it be. But the artifact’s power still called to him, a seductive whisper in the back of his mind. And in the shadows, the fractured moon watched over them, a silent witness to their struggle against the madness that threatened to consume them all.

Quaraun and BoomFuzzy

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

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

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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

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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
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