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The Cellar's Forgotten Treasure
{A Pink Necromancer Kishōtenketsu Prosimetrum} - {NaNoWriMo 2024: Day 07}

The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction Story 

Series Trigger Warnings:

 * Polyamorous married gay couple and their live-in lover

 * Intersex main character, who lives as a trans man

 * Furry Yaoi 

 * Characters often drink, swear, use drugs, and smoke hookahs.

 * Transman Mpreg

Not all things appear in all stories. 

Series Heat Level:

 * Short Stories: Sweet, Fluffy, Lime, or Limon

 * Novellas: Lime, Limon, Orange

 * Novels: Orange, Lemon

A few hours ago, I wrote this: Ancient Coin Hoard Unearthed

…and within that story, it mentioned that Quaraun had found the map… and so after publishing that story, I started think, what is the story behind finding the map? There must be one.

And so here is the prequel which tells the story of finding the map.

The Cellar’s Forgotten Treasure

{A Pink Necromancer Kishōtenketsu Prosimetrum} — {NaNoWriMo 2024: Day 07} 🦄🌸

Quaraun, the legendary Pink Necromancer, most feared, most evil wizard known in all the history of all the solar systems five inhabited planets, was hard at battle.

Quaraun gripped the smooth wooden handle of his broom, his cold blue eyes wild with rage. The broom wielded like a deadly wand, ready to cast a spell to vanquish his dastardly foes.

“Fiendish creatures, foul spiders! I shall have none of you crawling upon me!” he spat, flicking his wrist and twisting away to avoid an errant clump of dust. “How dare you defile my pristine pink silks!”

Wisps of dust swirled up in chaotic bursts as Quaraun pounded his broom against stone walls and grimy shelves, flinging cobwebs in all directions.

“I hate dust and dirt and spiders and cobwebs and bugs and mites and motes!”

He aimed his RainBow Wand at a pile of mildewed crumpled up newspapers in the corner. With a zap they disintegrated into ash, sending even more dust flying around the musty cellar of the ruined library. Clouds of dust filled the air, filling every crevice, stretching out, thick with the scent of blight .The ashes rained down on The Pink Necromancer.

“HOW DARE YOU COVER ME WITH ASHES!” he shrieked hysterically.

“Love,” BoomFuzzy said quietly. “Ya did that one to yarself.”

“YOU STAY OUT OF THIS!” Quaraun swung the broom at BoomFuzzy, who put both hands up and backed away.

In one hand, Quaraun clutched his broom like a knight brandishing a lance, in the other his Rainbow Wand was sparking angrily, mirroring his temper.

“This place is vile!” he shouted, voice cracking with disdain. “It is attacking me with its filth!”

“Love, leave the filth alone and it’ll stop attacking ya.”

“Does he not realize he’s causing the dust storm?” GhoulSpawn asked.

“Him ain’t got enough brain to know dust stays settled when ya does no touch it. Of course him being a JellyFish living in the corpse of a dead Elf, him hasn’t got no brain to begin with.”

“DIIIIIE!” Quaraun screamed as he ran past BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn, and took to beating an old rusted trash can with his broom.

“I think I’m starting to see why people call him ‘Insane’.”

“Aye.”

“I AM NOT INSANE!” Quaraun shrieked, as he continued pummelling the trash can.

Quaraun’s face contorted in a grimace as he swung at the cobwebs clinging to the cellar’s rafters. Layers of dust, undisturbed for centuries, erupted in clouds around him, spiralling through thick, stale air. With each sweep, his mood darkened, convinced the spiders in their webs were conspiring against him.

“These spiders are out to get me!”

Behind him, BoomFuzzy’s loud, raspy laugh echoed through the vast, stone-cold cellar. The floor shifted under his barefoot steps, the boards creaking with the strain of his movement as he chuckled at Quaraun’s panic.

“Ya actin’ as though they’ll swallow ye whole.”

“You know what spiders are like! How big they can get.”

“How big can spiders get on this planet?” GhoulSpawn asked BoomFuzzy.

“Bigger than me food truck. There’s some wat can eat elephants.”

“So his fear isn’t totally irrational.”

“It ain’t the spider’s he’s afeared of. It the dust.”

“Will you two help me!” Quaraun yelled.

“Maybe, Love. Watch yer step!”

Quaraun glared back at him, still striking the webs with an intensity that made BoomFuzzy’s amusement soar.

GhoulSpawn wiped the grime from his hands with his green coat, coughing from the musty scent of decayed paper and forgotten history.

“Quaraun, can you not approach this rationally?” he asked. “We’ve got a task here. Remember? You was looking for some grimoire or something. Besides, dust and cobwebs are hardly threats.”

“They are to me!” Quaraun retorted, brushing an imaginary cobweb from his silken pink robe.

He sniffed indignantly, his nose wrinkling with disdain.

BoomFuzzy, leaned lazily against an overturned, broken table, finding clear enjoyment in Quaraun’s one-Elf battle against dust bunnies and cobwebs.

“Ye’ll no’ win against every cobweb in a dead library, JellyElf,” he teased. BoomFuzzy’s eyes glinted in the dim light, his voice straining to suppress laughter. “Too many of them.”

Quaraun’s glare sliced through the gloom, and he swatted at another cobweb.

“Every last spiderweb must fall,” he hissed. “All of them! Or I will suffocate under their wretched hold!”

“Stop being so dramatic.”

“This is ridiculous,” GhoulSpawn muttered. “Of all the things to fear, Quaraun, it’s dust?”

“Dust conceals dangers,” Quaraun replied sharply, flicking his broom through another web, scattering grey wisps into the air. “Cobwebs harbour pests. Filth carries death! Disease! Germs! Parasites! Filth! I hate filth! Hate! Hate! HATE! I HATE this filth!”

Each word sharpened his focus, as if he faced some great enemy he had to conquer. Each word louder then the one before it. With each louder word, a harder slap with the broom.

“There is a treasure here,” Quaraun said between coughing. “I can feel it. And I can find it. If this dust would stop attacking me long enough to find it!”

The cellar spread out before them, dark and foreboding. Toppled shelves groaned beneath the weight of collapsed stones and centuries of neglect. Books and relics lay scattered on the floor. Faded pages melding into piles of dust. Fragments of history lost in the underbelly of this ancient library. BoomFuzzy squatted beside a shattered bookshelf, running his fingers through the dust with a pensive expression as he peered at the decayed remnants.

“No treasure ‘ere, me wee JellyElf,” he said thoughtfully. “Looks like it’s all dead and gone.”

“Or is it?” Quaraun mumbled, suddenly intrigued by a faint glimmer beneath a nearby stone slab. “Unicorn, what is this?”

Quaraun tilted his head, brows knitting as he examined the dusty corner where something was lodged. His fingers itched with curiosity as he knelt, shifting the slab and sending a cascade of dried beetle carapaces clattering to the ground.

“Ugh! Gross!” Quaraun jumped back, furiously shaking his pink ruffled skirts. “Get them off me! Argh! Help! Bug guts! I’m covered in bug guts! Get them off me!”

GhoulSpawn watched as the Pink Necromancer ran around the room, shrieking hysterically about bug guts on his dress.

“How does he get anything done?”

“He doesn’t.” BoomFuzzy laughed. “Ever noticed how neat and clean our lighthouse is?”

“I had, actually.”

“Him spend hours every day cleaning everything. Heaven forbid a speck of dust dare set foot in his house.”

“Ain’t he supposed to be the world’s most feared super villain or something?”

“Yep.”

“How did he get that title when he acts like this all the time?”

“Him acting like THIS all the time IS how him got that title, Ghouly. Think about it. Him waving that wand around blasting half this room apart. Think how much damage him does in a crowded city street acting like this.”

“Yes. I see what you mean.”

BoomFuzzy shoved the stone slab over some more. The clattering shells echoed in the stillness, sending a shiver through Quaraun. He frowned at the scattered beetle fragments, remnants of insects long since dead. BoomFuzzy peered over his shoulder, his face widening with mirth.

“Ye afraid of the carapace too, now?”

“Dead things carry diseases.”

“Ya’re a necromancer. Dead things is what you deal with every day.”

“I avoid touching dead things.”

“What about me?”

“What about you?”

“I’m a Lich. That means I’m dead.”

“Oh yeah. I keep forgetting about that.”

Quaraun’s broom swung again, brushing the carapaces out of the chamber under the stone slab, revealing something unusual — a large, tattered scrap of parchment buried beneath a thick layer of dust.

“Oh! What is this?”

“Yis a necromancer who avoids dead things and forgets ya Lich husband be dead.”

Quaraun ignored him, reaching cautiously into the small gap where the stone had rested. His fingers closed around a thin, crinkled sheet, weathered and brittle to the touch.

As he drew it out, dust billowed around him, and he held up a faded map drawn with faint lines and eerie symbols. It looked ancient, preserved yet fragile, with faint handwriting that danced along the edges, detailing something he could barely decipher. He squatted down, brushing it off, uncovering ink-stained edges and ancient script.

As he ran his fingers over its crumbling surface, he made out crude lines of a map, a skeletal outline of landmarks and a distant, jagged trail leading to a marked ‘X.’

“Well, well,” he murmured, eyes brightening as he traced a faint path that wound its way through what he knew must be a cemetery.

He turned the paper toward his companions, brow raised, lips curling in excitement.

“A hidden grave. Not far from here, as the library is on this map. And it says… treasure.”

The word spilled from his mouth like forbidden magic, both entrancing and dangerous.

BoomFuzzy’s laughter softened, his tone shifting.

“Treasure, ye say?” he drawled, his gaze sharpening as he took in the brittle map in Quaraun’s grip. “What sort o’ treasure would lay hidden in a grave?”

“I intend to find out,” Quaraun replied, excitement in his voice.

“Is that a treasure map?” GhoulSpawn asked, a rare glimmer of interest sparking in his otherwise skeptical gaze.

Quaraun squinted, trying to make sense of the words, but the language was odd, foreign even to him.

“It speaks of a cemetery,” he murmured, tracing his fingers over the parchment. “And of a false grave. A hidden hoard, it says.”

“Well, long as not a zombie horde,” BoomFuzzy said.

“This is it.”

“Tis what?”

“This is what I felt calling to me.”

“The map?”

“Yes. This is what brought us here.”

BoomFuzzy’s laughter filled the room, startling him from his reverie.

“Go on, then.” He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “If ye’re daft enough to go after a phantom’s coins, don’t let us hold ye back.”

Quaraun’s gaze remained fixed on the map, curiosity flaring in his blue eyes. His fingers grazed the brittle edges of the paper, transfixed by the thought of ancient coins, relics of forgotten times.

Treasure, hidden beneath layers of history, buried so deep that perhaps only those mad enough would even dare seek it.

“You both scoff,” he murmured, his voice oddly wistful. “But I feel drawn to it.”

Quaraun stuffed the broom back in his pink beaded heart shaped bag of holding. He folded the map with careful reverence, slipping it into his robe pocket.

GhoulSpawn, stepping closer, shook his head, still coughing through a cloud of dust.

“And to think we entered here because you were swatting cobwebs.”

Ignoring the quip, Quaraun took a resolute step toward the cellar stairs, determination etched into his face.

“Come on. We’re going to find that treasure.”

BoomFuzzy’s laughter echoed behind him, fading into the shadows as they ascended the crumbling staircase, back into the world of the living, leaving the ancient, silent cellar behind.

Later that night, back in their pink silk tent, while BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn slept, Quaraun wrote of the day’s adventure in his diary:

Dust stirred thick as fog, 
Quaraun struck with ruthless broom, 
cobwebs tangled tight.

Dust drifted through air, 
Cobwebs hung from every beam — 
Ancient books decayed.

In the cellar’s tomb, 
a map whispered of treasure, 
hidden far below.

Quaraun wielded broom, 
Flailing at webs with great force, 
“These spiders want me!”

BoomFuzzy chuckled, 
watching his pink-clad husband 
wage war on the dust.

BoomFuzzy laughed loud, 
A hearty cackle echoed, 
“Ye’re madder than mad!”

Spiders’ homes displaced, 
woven strands drifted in swirls, 
clinging carapace.

GhoulSpawn sighed, disgusted, 
Coughing from the damp and dust, 
“Think with logic, please.”

Coins haunted his mind, 
buried plates of ancient gold, 
old riches hidden.

Cobwebs choked the air, 
Swaying in the musty gloom — 
The cellar groaned deep.

“Treasure!” he whispered, 
knuckles white on sweeping broom, 
cobwebs like fingers.

Treasure lay hidden, 
A map of graves and riches, 
Coins in a fake grave.

GhoulSpawn coughed, repelled, 
as dust danced in thick grey clouds, 
while Quaraun stormed on.

Plate in hand, he scoffed, 
Dust clung to his pale skin now — 
“A treasure hunt here?”

BoomFuzzy’s laugh shook, 
echoed through the buried shelves, 
like a haunting drum.

he broom scraped the floor, 
A hidden crack split the wall, 
Cobwebs pulled back slow.

Lost plates, lost armour, 
scraps of shells from something dead, 
crumbled underfoot.

“Stop sweeping nonsense!” 
GhoulSpawn muttered with a sneer, 
his face grey with dust.

Carapace of bugs, 
Scuttling in the forgotten, 
Quaraun shrieked at them.

BoomFuzzy roared loud, 
A grin spreading in the fog, 
“Yer fear is a joy!”

Cobwebs stirred and clung, 
As Quaraun pulled the stone back, 
Revealing a hole.

“Look here!” Quaraun cried out, 
A map found in the old chest — 
He tucked it away.

In Quaraun’s gold hands, 
a tattered map lay unfurled, 
pointing to a grave.

“A grave?” he muttered, 
eyes gleaming pale as moonlight, 
whacking webs aside.

The map gripped in hand, 
Coins in a false grave, they said — 
A riddle to solve.

BoomFuzzy chuckled, 
Breath warm on Quaraun’s pale neck, 
“Ye’re still on this hunt?”

GhoulSpawn wiped his brow, 
Eyes narrowing with concern, 
“Please, focus — focus.”

Skeletal remains, 
scattered beneath broken shelves, 
carapace of death.

Treasure called Quaraun, 
Though hidden by years of grime — 
His heart leapt with hope.

Cobwebs dripped with dust, 
As Quaraun swung broom up high, 
The air reeked of rot.

Quaraun frowned at this, 
as cobwebs drifted through gloom, 
sticky, silken nets.

Map spoke of coffins, 
and “treasure stashed for the brave” 
beneath ghostly bones.

Carapace rattled, 
Clicking in the shadows deep, 
Ancient things stirred close.

GhoulSpawn shook his head, 
“Treasure’s buried in false tales, 
A lie to mislead.”

Plate armour fragments, 
ancient carapace of war, 
rusted on dirt floor.

“Do ye need help, Love?” 
BoomFuzzy called from shadows, 
watching Quaraun scowl.

“No! The dust attacks!” 
Quaraun declared, waving hard, 
his broom in full swing.

Layer upon layer, 
cobwebs clung, stubborn and thick, 
like ghostly fingers.

BoomFuzzy grinned wide, 
as Quaraun scoured each crevice, 
muttering of death.

Old plates of strange coins, 
promised treasure in his hands, 
a path to riches.

Cobwebs clung and shifted, 
As Quaraun pressed forward, firm, 
His hands steady now.

GhoulSpawn sighed, resigned, 
lost amid webs and debris, 
logic smothered here.

In old tomes’ shadows, 
Quaraun glimpsed more strange carvings, 
etched maps, graves, and signs.

“Treasure waits, untouched,” 
Quaraun murmured with a grin, 
and he swept once more.

Cobwebs choked the air, 
yet he pressed on, daring dust, 
to hide treasure’s gleam.

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)

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. 
aaa-quaraun-boomfuzzy-ghoulspawn-v12-banner-wboarder-wtextThe Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.
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Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post

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

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

  • 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

Links To The Quaraun Stories Can Be Found Listed Here

These Stories are cross published on:

Amazon

Blogger

GumRoad

Medium

Notd

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Vocal

You can find even more about Quaraun novels, novellas, novelettes, short stories, poems and drabbles at these locations:

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

Copyright © [oldest articles written 1978],[website founded - 1996] –

Books By Wendy Christine Allen
Currently Available on Amazon Kindle:

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

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And GumRoad:


Index of the Quaraun short stories on GumRoad

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On Medium:

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

(NOTE: a $5 or $15 per month paid subscription required to access stories on Medium)

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

(NOTE: a $4.99 per month paid subscription required to access stories on OnlyFans)

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

Not Quaraun:
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