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🌸🦄🌸 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. 🌸🦄🌸

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The Golden Dragon Keys
🌸🦄🌸 {A Pink Necromancer Short Story} 🌸🦄🌸

Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻

16 min read·Sep 16, 2024

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

What is the series about?

It's three god-level planet destroying alien invader Space Elf, Space Faerie, Space Demon wizards, with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but never getting anything done because they are too busy throwing temper tantrums, having hissy fits, and flinging food, sea slugs, insults, and sexual tension at each other to get around to destroying the planet.

It's slice-of-life survival horror in a post-apocalyptic necromantic dictatorship, told through dysfunctional domestic intimacy between soul-stealing villains who rule the world. Welcome to the spiralling madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. This is the hostile, dystopian, necromantic, and hyper-sensory domestic horror of Quaraun’s everyday life with BoomFuzzy (and sometimes GhoulSpawn), in a grim world ruled by undead Faerie warlords where society has collapsed and survival is brutal, intimate, and corrupt, and Humans are often on the menu of UnSeelie Court feasts.

The Golden Dragon Keys

🌸{A Pink Necromancer Short Story} 🦄🌸

The dismal fog hung thick and low over the frozen coastline, a suffocating blanket that muffled all sound. The jagged cliffs loomed overheard, as the beam of Black Tower Lighthouse swept by. The shattered moon casting an eerie glow across the smooth polished, snow-covered beach rocks.

Snow drifted below the fractured moon’s glow, settling over the trailing hems of The Pink Necromancer’s pink silk robes. He stared up at the moon, his beloved moon, crumbling in the sky, slowly moving closer to the planet, threatening to kill them all.

There was no stopping the descent of the moon.

And no escape from the doomed planet.

These thoughts tormented the old Elf’s mind daily.

The Pink Necromancer, the Moon Elf named Quaraun, trudged forward, his twelve foot long silver hair flowing behind him, his cane sinking into the deep snow, each step slow and deliberate, as he hobbled beside BoomFuzzy, the cold gnawing at his lame leg.

BoomFuzzy moved beside him, his hands brushing the edges of his black and purple tartan, alert to every sound.

GhoulSpawn followed nervously, keeping close behind them, his cloven hooves crunching in the snow. He was new to this world. Spit out here by a random feral portal.

It was Earth.

But not Earth.

And it terrified him.

GhoulSpawn was a Sheep-Demon from 1978. Previously from a Hell Dimension. A random feral portal had sent him to Earth’s 1950’s Maine when he was still a small child, so he barely remembered the flaming planet of molten lava that was his birthplace, and considered Earth’s Maine coast to be his home.

But one day while working on a food truck in Pepperell Square, in 1978, yet another random feral portal appeared, and swallowed him up before he could escape, and spit him out here, in Maine’s 40th century ice age future, where Humans were nearly extinct, and Faeries ruled the world.

In the year 2525 the Comet Swift Tuttle had crashed into the moon, after barrelling through several other planets in the solar system. Only five planets remained, a dust from the comet and the shattered moon had blocked out the sun for over two thousand years, plunging Earth into a nightmare of snow and darkness, which was only now starting to dissipate. Plants were beginning to grow. Humans were cautiously emerging from their bunkers, and all cities, countries, and governments of the Earth’s 20th century were completely gone.

In their place, a one world order: The UnSeelie Court, a deranged twisted gang of bloodthirsty malevolent Faeries, lead by the infamous Scottish Phooka turned Lich, King Gwallmaiic, known to those closest to him, as BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, and his court Necromancer, evil Moon Elf, named Quaraun.

GhoulSpawn had fallen out of the portal, and landed quite literally in Quaraun’s bed. The Pink Necromancer and his Lich King husband took a liking to the frightened Sheep-Demon and now three years later, GhoulSpawn was the live-in lover to the world’s most feared and most evil due of global dominating dictator wizards.

GhoulSpawn, now an apprentice of The Pink Necromancer and BoomFuzzy, was fast rising in reputation as the world’s third most powerful wizard, and being a Demon, it was greatly feared his powers would one day surpass even The Pink Necromancer’s.

In Maine’s dystopian 40th century ice age, where the Faeries ruled the Earth and the moon was fractured — UnDead Lobsters were a serious problem.

“Something is watching us,” Quaraun whispered, his blue eyes narrowing as he scanned the mist.

BoomFuzzy’s fingers tightened around his ceremonial obsidian blade, his long grey dreadlocks swaying against the purple tartan draped over his shoulders.

“Aye, me Love. I can feel it, too. Lurking like a ghost in th’ fog,” was BoomFuzzy’s reply.

“Is it lobsters?” GhoulSpawn asked.

“Ain’t no UnDead Lobsters,” BoomFuzzy replied. “Nay. Not scittering enough. No clicking and clacking of varmicious claws. No. Be something else.”

“Something is out there,” Quaraun said, as he tightened his grip on the rainbow-hued wand in his free hand.

Suddenly, the silence shattered with a high-pitched screech.

Before either BoomFuzzy or GhoulSpawn could respond, a flash of gold emerged from the fog and darted through the air.

A small dragon-like creature with shimmering scales and gleaming claws, snapping its jaws.

The golden lizard hissed, lunging at Quaraun with alarming speed.

Quaraun reacted instinctively, raising his wand, ready to cast a spell, but BoomFuzzy was faster.

“Careful, JellyElf!” BoomFuzzy shouted, stepping in front of Quaraun as the creature lunged.

The Faerie King’s ruby hilted black obsidian blade dagger sliced through the air, cutting through the shimmering creature.

The lizard screeched, its body twisting and writhing. The creature let out a keening wail, but no blood spurted from its wounds.

The lizard dissolved in midair, dissipating into a swirling cloud of golden smoke.

Quaraun coughed, waving a gold-plated prosthetic hand to clear the air. The strange fog settled, and where the beast had been moments before, a pair of gleaming keys now lay in the snow.

“What just happened?” GhoulSpawn asked.

“An illusion,” Quaraun said flatly, his perfectly pointed nose wrinkling in irritation.

BoomFuzzy chuckled darkly, wiping the blade of his dagger on the hem of his tartan.

“Aye, thought it felt a wee bit too easy. Also, it dropped something. I heard a clink on the rocks.”

BoomFuzzy leaned down, his hands groping carefully over the ground until he touched the cold metal keys. He held them up, turning them over between his fingers.

“Well, now… what d’ye make of this, Love? A trick, or somethin’ more?”

Quaraun reached for the keys, studying them with his usual precision. His gold prosthetic fingers felt the weight and intricate carvings.

“Keys. Gold keys. How odd.”

“Keys to what, do you suppose?”

“Keys?” GhoulSpawn asked, adjusting his glasses as he peered over BoomFuzzy’s shoulder. “What do they open?”

“No idea,” Quaraun said, his mechanical gold prosthetic fingers brushing over the intricate carvings. “But they go to something important. Or such an illusion would not have been guarding them.”

GhoulSpawn frowned, looking around the desolate, snow-covered wasteland.

“We don’t even know where to look.”

“I wonder…” Quaraun’s voice trailed off, his mind already turning through countless possibilities. He slipped the keys into his robe pocket. “Could be anything. A chest, perhaps? It would have to be a small casket. A door? No. Too small for a door. A jewellery box? Perhaps a grimoire? If a dragon illusion was guarding the keys, that would indicate a mage. So likely a sealed book of spells, would be my guess. Gold keys? Gold dragon? A gold plated book perhaps? Whatever it is, it does not matter. We do not have the faintest idea where to find it.”

GhoulSpawn, standing slightly behind them, adjusted his orange robes nervously. His hands fidgeted with the hem of his green velvet coat.

“I wish we knew where to find the — ,” he muttered absentmindedly.

“No!” Quaraun cried out immediately.

“Damn you, Goat!” BoomFuzzy scolded.

As soon as the words left his mouth, something thumped against GhoulSpawn’s head, startling a bleat-like sound from him.

“I’m a Sheep! Ow! What the — ?”

A scroll had appeared from nowhere, plummeting out of the misty sky and landing squarely on GhoulSpawn’s head. The rolled-up scroll dropped into the snow at his hooves. He scrambled to pick it up, unrolling it, then scanning it with his wide yellow pleco-eyes.

“What is wrong with you?” Quaraun yelled at GhoulSpawn. “You know I am a Wizard of the Di’Jinn Order!”

“I’m sorry. I forgot. I’m not used to your world yet, you know?”

“You’ve been here for three years. That is plenty of time to get used to the fact that you can not utter the word ‘I wish’ in the presence of a Di’Jinn wizard, which I happen to be!”

BoomFuzzy’s laugh boomed through the fog.

“Aye, Goat! Ya should know better than to use th’ word wish around our bloody bumbling Jinn here!”

Quaraun glared at BoomFuzzy.

“You take that back” Quaraun snarled, as he pressed his wand to BoomFuzzy’s nose.

“Or what? I’m the Necromancer who trained you, remember? You think you can do battle against the world’s most powerful Lich King? Ain’t nothing you can do what I can’t counter and do better. Plus I don’t need no wand. I HAVE enough control of my spells to rely on words alone.”

“I am not a bumbling wizard.”

“Then cast a spell without yar blooming wand AND get it right!”

Quaraun huffed and stuffed his wand back in its sheath on his belt.

“It’s a map…” GhoulSpawn said, scanning the cryptic markings etched into the parchment. “I — I think it’s showing the location of the treasure chest or whatever that goes with these keys.”

Quaraun snatched the scroll from GhoulSpawn’s hands, ignoring his startled yelp. He scrutinized the map with his sharp eyes, tracing the unfamiliar symbols and paths. A grin curled on his thin pink glitter painted lips.

“Well then, Glinta… it seems your careless wishing has just given us the next step.”

Quaraun handed the map to BoomFuzzy, who ran his fingers along the edges of the parchment, committing the details to memory.

“Careful what ye wish for, Goat,” BoomFuzzy said with a chuckle. “Sometimes the universe answers.”

“I’m a Sheep.”

“You’re whatever I say you are,” the Lich King snarled. “This is MY domain. My word is law.”

GhoulSpawn’s face flushed nervously, his fingers brushing over the horns on his head.

“I can’t believe I did that again. I keep forgetting Quaraun’s wish magic doesn’t care about intentions or require him to actually do anything to trigger it.”

“Clearly, the fates have other plans for us.” Quaraun’s voice was dry, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he tucked the scroll into his robes with the keys. “Let us return to Black Tower and decipher this scroll before another illusion decides to ambush us.”

BoomFuzzy chuckled again, slipping his arm around Quaraun’s waist as he leaned in close, his breath warm against the Elf’s neck.

“Lead th’ way, Love,” BoomFuzzy said. “Let’s see what treasures await us.”

The fog thickened around them as they set off, the eerie stillness of the cold coastline giving way to the soft crunch of snow beneath their feet, climbing back up the cliffs of Noodle Beach, to settle down for the night in their lighthouse home and study these strange objects they had found on this night’s evening stroll.


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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:

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

| Amazon AC1 | Amazon AC2 | Blogger | DeviantArt | FB Profile | FB Page | FB Short Story Writers Group | FictionPress | Google Business | Google Developers | Gravatar | GumRoad | Instagram | Itch.io | LinkedIn | Medium | Myspace | NexusMods | Notd | OnlyFans | PayPal | Pinterest | Quora | Reddit 1 | Reddit 2 | Spoonflower | Steam | TikTok | Tumblr | Twitch | Twitter-X | Vocal | YouTube | Zazzle | Google+ |
  • For those unaware, the Quaraun series started out as fanfiction of several things before going on to be it's own thing (most fanfiction things were removed by 1987, and all fanfiction elements removed completely by 2012; from 1996 to 2012 the series was published daily on FanFiction.net, from 2004 to 2010 on MySpace {back when MySpace was a blogging platform}, and from 2005 to 2013 Squidoo). 
  • Over the decades it has featured fanfiction from many things, including: It was a combination fanfiction of 
  1. The Rocky Horror Picture Show, 
  2. Faeries, 
  3. Rainbow Brite, 
  4. The Herself the Elf, 
  5. Rose-Petal Place, 
  6. Dragonriders of Pern,
  7. She-Ra: Princess of Power, 
  8. The Love Bug, 
  9. The Cat From Outer Space, 
  10. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, 
  11. Jem and The Holograms, 
  12. ElfQuest, 
  13. Splash, 
  14. The Dark Crystal, 
  15. Labyrinth, 
  16. The Smurfs, 
  17. The Fall of the House of Usher, 
  18. Dr. Phibes Rises Again!, 
  19. House on Haunted Hill, 
  20. Beneath The Planet Of The Apes, 
  21. AD&D/Spelljammer, 
  22. Mad Max, 
  23. Inuyasha, 
  24. and Don't Starve.
  • Primary among them was the character Lythande by Marion Zimmer Bradley, whom Quaraun’s character is based upon.
  • Before there was Quaraun, there was Lythande by Marion Zimmer Bradly… the FIRST intersex, transgender homeless Gypsy mage, part of The Mists of Avalon series, which spans dozens of books throughout the 1970s & 1980s, all featuring an intersex, female to male mage main character .
  • Lythande started out as a series of short stories in magazines in the 1970s, and was later complied into a collection in the 1980s. After Bradley’s death, several unpublished Lythande stories were found and her granddaughter published “The Complete Lythande” which includes everything she wrote, including the previously unpublished stories, which remain unedited and unfinished.
  • After publishing the first Lythande story, Bradley issued a letter to her fans, that Lythande was without copyright and “open world” and invited fans to write more stories for the series. I was one of the fans who answered this.
  • When the Bradley lawsuits and court cases rocked the literary world a few years later, I unpublished everything featuring Lythande and the world, and changed all characters and world to OC ones, republishing them, in what is now The Quaraun series.
  • For those unfamiliar with Lythande it was the first mass market produced book to feature a transgender main character.
  • Lythande at the time of it’s publication was one of the most controversial, most hated, most boycotted, and most banned book of the era — due to it being the first TRADITIONALY PUBLISHED by one of the “Big Four” publishing houses, to feature a TRANSGENDER main character.
  • Lythande is a lesbian female, who lives in a part Medival, part ancient Persia, part modern space traveling CyberTech world dominated by woman hating men -who are mass murdering females at alarming levels in an attempt to rid the world of the evil that is women. Lesbian women are the primary target in this nightmarish dystopian world where the LGBTQAI+ community is being massacred in a dictator decreed genocide. In order to help her fellow lesbians gain their rights and freedoms, Lythande goes undercover as a man to infiltrate The Blue Star Warriors, a group of male mages who control the world’s magic. She becomes the most powerful mage of all time across all dimensions, but when the leader of The Blue Star Warriors discovers she is a woman, he curses her. The curse forces her to live the rest of her life as a man, including, she is no longer able to have sex as a woman, literally turning into a male with a penis whenever she tries to have sex with her female lover; additional she is cursed with immortally and lives for thousands of years, falling in love with hundreds of women, and never able to be with any of them as a woman… 
  • unfortunately… like Firefly, the series remains unfinished, because the author died before she finished writing it, so, we never find out how the series would have ended.
  • My Quaraun books, take that exact same premise and run with it on a full blow ‘What if?”
  • — I do highly recommend you read Lythande, if you want to gain a full ‘lore background” on the lore behind my Quaraun series :

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It’s a long wait until the Last Battle of Law and Chaos, when the forces of Good and Evil will clash for the final…amzn.to

  • I add the Lythande note to this story today, because this is an MPreg story which leans in heavy on the Lythande lore.

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By Wendy C Allen

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



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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

  • No, I do not believe in aliens. Stop contacting me to ask for alien information. If you believe in aliens, I think you are insane, retarded, or both.
  • No, my car is not haunted. I've debunked that rumour many times now. . Stop contacting me to ask for haunted car information. If you believe in haunted cars, I think you are insane, retarded, or both.
  • No, I am not connected to Stephen King. I didn't even know who he was until you idiots started contacting me asking about him. I had to look him up on Google to find out what you were even talking about! If you have questions about Stephen King, go contact him and ask him. I'm not him. I don't know him. I know nothing about him. I've never read one of his books. I've never seen one of his movies. I can't figure out why you people are even coming to me to ask about him in the first place!
  1. If someone told you I believe in aliens, if someone told you my car was haunted, if someone told you I was connected to Stephen King, you NEED to contact the FBI agent in charge of my son's murder investigation and TELL HIM WHO it was who told ou, exactly WHAT it was they said, HOW they contacted you, WHERE they contacted you... because it is a KNOWN FACT that my son's murderer is the one who started all these slanderous alien, haunted car, Stephen King rumours, and the FBI is trying to catch her.

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

Do you know who this woman is?

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

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

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

Clairescreenshot.pngThe golf club woman who called herself Clair as she looked November 14, 2013. Her hair is a weird chin leangth pageboy (very Medival style cut) platinum blonde with wide brown/black dyed stripes in it (like a reverse of Lily Munster, but the stripes are several, almost like a zebra). I am 5'6" and she was a LOT taller then me, like closer to the height of a man; she had thin lips like a man, and large nose like a man... she COULD have been a man disguised as a woman, given the ease with which she severed my spine....she's is a LOT stronger then is typical for a woman). She was wearing a chambre blue denim "blazer jacket over shirt" and a button up mens shirt (possibly flannel) and blue jeans. The bulk of her yelling was focused on accusing me of being transgender, even while ripping my baby out of my 8 month pregnant belly and bashing his head in with a golf club.
zzzz999ClaireRed2016-screenshotThe Claire woman as she looked during her shoping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart June 2016, the attack with left me paralyzed and in a wheelchair. Her hair was dyed dark red, and she drove away in a gold Volvo 240 Station Wagon of a late 1980s/early1990s model, with a "458" on the lisnce plate.... If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
@eelkat part 9 of 10 #dogwalk around the block (Maine st, Elm st, South street, Bradbury st) #Biddeford #Maine #night #fbiinvestigation #truecrimetiktok ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

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

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

Video explains what else she's done ...

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


The Goldeneagle World's Most Haunted Car - 1964 Dodge 330If you encounter anyone claiming my car is haunted, demon possessed, or somehow connected to Stephen King please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
@eelkat part 7 of 10 #dogwalk around the block (Maine st, Elm st, St Mary's, Dunkin, South street, Bradbury st) #Biddeford #Maine #night #plannedparenthood ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

If you encounter anyone claiming I believe in aliens or was an alien abducttee, please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
@eelkat part 4 of 10 #dogwalk around the block (Maine st, Elm st, St Mary's, Dunkin, South street, Bradbury st) #Biddeford #Maine #night #library ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

If you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

eelkats_house_before_after.jpgIf you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

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

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

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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