A Day With Unicorn (Quaraun first drafts)

A Day With Unicorn (Quaraun first drafts) 

A Day With Unicorn (Quaraun first drafts)

A Day With Unicorn (Quaraun first drafts)

A Day With Unicorn (Quaraun first drafts) 

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This is a "free sample" first draft of a story from the Quaraun series. These are made available as teaching tools and are not intended for normal "casual reading". I teach workshops where I show how my work is edited, how my editing process takes it from the first draft to the finished product, so that students can see what sorts of errors exist in the first draft, what things are added or removed before the final draft, etc.

What you are reading is one of these unedited first drafts and so it will contain errors in spelling, grammar, consistency, and plot, as it has not yet gone through editing. As I am an underwriter at the first draft stage, this is likely only a 1/3 or less the size of the finished product. Often these first drafts do not yet have dialogue, and frequently paragraphs are in a simple "quick narrative" telling format, instead of "showing" the scene.

These "free to read first draft samples" exist to help teach students how to edit their own work, by them using these first drafts and comparing them to the published product.

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A Day With Unicorn (Quaraun first drafts)

Once again, Quaraun found himself embarking on an eventful day with his mischievous companion, BoomFuzzy, known to him affectionately as Unicorn. Little did he know that this particular day would be filled with chaotic adventures and unexpected challenges.

As the sun rose over Noodle Beach, casting its golden glow upon the lighthouse and the nearby food truck, Quaraun prepared for a day of running errands in the bustling marketplace. Unicorn, true to his trickster nature, decided to take the form of a vibrant, candy-colored unicorn, ready to create mayhem in his wake.

With their list in hand, Quaraun and Unicorn set off, drawing curious glances from onlookers as the whimsical unicorn trotted alongside his elven companion. The marketplace was abuzz with activity, merchants hawking their wares, and shoppers weaving through the bustling crowd.

Unicorn, unable to resist the urge to stir up mischief, spotted a stall filled with delicate glass ornaments. With a twinkle in his eye, he transformed into his unicorn form and pranced around, playfully knocking down a tower of glass figurines. The stall owner gasped in horror as the delicate treasures shattered upon impact.

Quaraun, flustered and apologetic, tried to reason with the stall owner and offered to pay for the damages. But the stall owner, though dismayed, couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the vibrant unicorn causing chaos. After much negotiation and the promise of compensation, Quaraun and Unicorn continued their journey through the marketplace.

As they strolled along, Unicorn's insatiable curiosity led him to a bustling grocery store. Sensing an opportunity for more mischief, he transformed into his unicorn form once again and galloped down the aisles, knocking over stacks of canned goods and sending produce rolling in every direction. Shouts of surprise and laughter filled the air as Quaraun chased after the prankster unicorn, attempting to minimize the damage and calm the agitated store owner.

After another round of negotiations, Quaraun paid for the havoc caused by his playful companion, all the while shooting Unicorn an exasperated look. It seemed that every errand they embarked upon turned into an adventure filled with mishaps and laughter.

The day wore on, and the pair made their way back to the lighthouse and their food truck, both adorned with the vibrant colors of the unicorns. Quaraun took a moment to catch his breath and reflect on the day's events, a mixture of frustration and fondness swirling within him.

As the sun began to set, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky, Quaraun and Unicorn shared a moment of quiet companionship. Despite the chaos and mishaps, there was an undeniable bond between them. Unicorn, in his mischievous ways, had a knack for turning an ordinary day into an unforgettable adventure.

With a sigh and a smile, Quaraun realized that life with Unicorn was anything but predictable. Each day brought new surprises and challenges, reminding him to embrace the unpredictable nature of their journey together.

And so, as the stars twinkled above Noodle Beach, Quaraun and Unicorn settled down for the night, ready to face another day of laughter, pranks, and the enduring friendship that bound them together.

A Day With Unicorn (Quaraun first drafts)
Second Draft
Expansion of First Draft
Still not final version.

Once again, Quaraun found himself embarking on an eventful day with his mischievous companion, BoomFuzzy, known to him affectionately as Unicorn. Little did he know that this particular day would be filled with chaotic adventures and unexpected challenges.

As the sun rose over Noodle Beach, casting its golden glow upon the lighthouse and the nearby food truck, Quaraun prepared for a day of running errands in the bustling marketplace. Unicorn, true to his trickster nature, decided to take the form of a vibrant, candy-colored unicorn, ready to create mayhem in his wake.

With their list in hand, Quaraun and Unicorn set off, drawing curious glances from onlookers as the whimsical unicorn trotted alongside his elven companion. The marketplace was abuzz with activity, merchants hawking their wares, and shoppers weaving through the bustling crowd.

Unicorn, unable to resist the urge to stir up mischief, spotted a stall filled with delicate glass ornaments. With a twinkle in his eye, he transformed into his unicorn form and pranced around, playfully knocking down a tower of glass figurines. The stall owner gasped in horror as the delicate treasures shattered upon impact, shards of glass scattered across the stall.

The shopkeeper's face flushed with anger as he surveyed the mess, his voice raised in frustration. "What in the realms do you think you're doing? You've ruined my prized collection!"

Quaraun hurriedly approached, a worried frown creasing his brow. "I am truly sorry for my companion's antics. We will pay for the damages, of course. Please, let me compensate you."

The shopkeeper's anger softened slightly at the elf's willingness to take responsibility, but his frustration still lingered. "Payment won't bring back my precious figurines," he grumbled. "But if you're willing to compensate me, I suppose we can come to an agreement."

Quaraun nodded, relieved that the shopkeeper was willing to negotiate. He reached into his satchel, retrieving a pouch filled with glittering gold coins. "Here," he said, his voice gentle. "This should cover the cost of the damages. And again, I apologize for any inconvenience caused."

The shopkeeper reluctantly accepted the gold coins, his gaze fixated on the elf and the mischievous unicorn by his side. "See that it doesn't happen again," he muttered, still seething with frustration.

As Quaraun and Unicorn continued their journey through the marketplace, the atmosphere had changed. Whispers traveled through the air, spreading tales of the mischievous unicorn who wreaked havoc wherever he went. Shopkeepers and other customers, aware of Unicorn's antics, cast wary glances at the pair, bracing themselves for potential chaos.

Unicorn's next target was a bustling grocery store, filled to the brim with fresh produce, towering stacks of canned goods, and harried customers. Sensing an opportunity for more mischief, he transformed into his unicorn form once again and galloped down the aisles, his hooves knocking over stacks of canned goods and sending apples and oranges rolling in every direction.

Shouts of surprise and laughter filled the air as Quaraun chased after the prankster unicorn, attempting to minimize the damage and calm the agitated store owner. But this time, the laughter was sparse and forced, drowned out by the angry grumbles of those whose shopping had been disrupted.

The store owner, face red with rage, confronted Quaraun with an accusatory finger pointed at Unicorn. "This is your doing, isn't it? Your companion has turned my store into a chaotic mess! Do you think this is some kind of joke?"

Quaraun, feeling the weight of frustration settling upon his shoulders, raised his hands in a placating gesture. "I assure you, we will pay for any damages. Please, allow me to compensate you."

The store owner's anger remained palpable as he eyed the elf and the unicorn. "Compensation won't undo the havoc he's wreaked in my store," he grumbled, his voice laced with annoyance. "But if you're willing to pay, I suppose we can reach an agreement."

Quaraun nodded, his expression tinged with weariness. He reached into his satchel, retrieving another pouch of gold coins. "Here," he said, his voice tinged with resignation. "This should cover the cost of the damages caused by my companion. I apologize for the inconvenience."

The store owner reluctantly accepted the gold coins, his lips pressed into a thin line. He muttered his discontent as Quaraun and Unicorn made their way out of the store, the weight of frustrated gazes following them.

Exhausted and disheartened, Quaraun trudged back to the lighthouse, his mind heavy with thoughts. As they entered their cozy home, GhoulSpawn, their loyal companion, noticed the frustration etched upon Quaraun's face.

GhoulSpawn, always perceptive, approached Quaraun with a concerned look. "What happened, Quaraun? You seem troubled."

Quaraun let out a long sigh, his shoulders slumping. "It's Unicorn," he replied, his voice weary. "His pranks and trickery are causing trouble wherever we go. People don't find it funny; they're angry, frustrated. I can't keep paying for the damages. I offered to pay later, but I am a billionaire. I can afford to pay now."

GhoulSpawn's brow furrowed in thought as he considered Quaraun's words. "Have you spoken to Unicorn about this? Maybe he doesn't realize the impact of his actions."

Quaraun nodded, a mixture of frustration and affection evident in his eyes. "I have tried, GhoulSpawn. But he finds it amusing to see people get angrier. He thrives on the chaos he creates."

GhoulSpawn's gaze softened as he laid a comforting hand on Quaraun's shoulder. "He is mischievous by nature, Quaraun. It's in his essence. Perhaps forgiveness and understanding are the keys to resolving this."

Quaraun sighed once more, his frustration ebbing away as he absorbed GhoulSpawn's words. "You're right, GhoulSpawn. I need to find a way to forgive Unicorn for his antics and help him channel his energy in a more positive direction."

With a newfound determination, Quaraun approached Unicorn, who had transformed back into his Faerie-man form. He looked up at Quaraun with wide, innocent eyes, unaware of the turmoil he had caused.

"Unicorn," Quaraun began, his voice gentle yet firm. "I understand your love for pranks and trickery, but we must find a way to make it enjoyable for all. Let's work together to find ways to bring joy rather than frustration."

Unicorn's lips curled into a mischievous smile, his eyes twinkling with newfound understanding. "You're right, Quaraun. I've taken it too far. I'll do my best to rein in my mischievous nature and find ways to bring laughter without causing harm."

And so, the days that followed saw a transformation in Unicorn's antics. He channeled his mischievous energy into cooking elaborate meals, surprising Quaraun and GhoulSpawn with delectable dishes that seemed to appear out of thin air. The food became a source of delight and amusement, a reminder that Unicorn's pranks could bring joy rather than frustration.

Quaraun, GhoulSpawn, and Unicorn spent evenings snuggled up together, sharing stories and laughter as they savored the delicious creations. The frustration that once clouded Quaraun's heart gave way to forgiveness and understanding, as he realized that BoomFuzzy's mischievous nature was an integral part of who he was.

And so, in the warmth of their cozy home, Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn forged a bond that transcended chaos and mischief. They found solace in each other's company, embracing the unpredictable nature of their journey and cherishing the enduring friendship that bound them together.

End Notes: June 29, 2023

This is just the rough first draft.

It will be expanded longer, into a full novella or novel over the next few weeks, and will appear on Amazon and/or on GumRoad once completed.

Meet The Characters: Quaraun
aka The Pink Necromancer

You can find out more about Quaraun HERE.

Meet The Characters: BoomFuzzy

You can find out more about BoomFuzzy HERE.

BoomFuzzy in his Unicorn Form:

Meet The Characters: GhoulSpawn
-his 65 year old "Young sheep Demon" form:

You can find out more about GhoulSpawn HERE.

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Some additional thoughts on the FBI Murder Investigation of 144 & 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine:

How many murders are caused by cancel culture, have you ever wondered?
I have — because my son murdered by cancel culture, so I wonder this a lot.

I have never been able to wrap my mind around cancel culture. It has baffled me ever since I first discovered it, when the “God hates fags” group showed up in my yard to start a bonfire on my lawn and burn my books (I’m an author, 138 novels published since 1978) and I later found out the group had spent weeks on social media planning the event and gathering followers, because one minister got it into his head I was gay (I’m not) and write gay erotica (I don’t), and used gay hatred and white power rants (I’m not white, it’s the only thing they did get right) rants on Twitter to incite canceling of my supposedly gay erotica books (that were neither gay nor erotic) and get a mob to show up in my yard.

A week later a bomb blew up my house, I had to rebuild, a week to finishing rebuilding a backhoe drove over my house, 2 months (November 14, 2013) later a crazed woman with a golf club showed up at my college class shattered my spine and bashed my 8 month infant sons head in while screaming “transvestite freak” and claiming I (a cis female) was a “man in a dress”.

Because of Twitter’s cancel culture I homeless, now 11 years, I am crippled paralyzed unable to walk, now 11 years, and my son is dead and the FBI investigation of his murder is still going on these 11 years later, and the killer still walks free and unidentified, and the primary reason for being unidentified is there are over 30k people online who spread these false accusations of gay erotica and transgender about me and the FBI has to investigate EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM, yes, ALL of them, yes, if you’ve ever posted hate about me online you ARE being investigated for your potential involvement in my son’s murder, and in 11 years, they’ve only made it a quarter of the way through that list, and not yet found golf club woman..

And the man who started it all, Peter something, is now the biggest YouTuber in Quebec and the biggest anti trans YouTuber on the planet, and has yet to be held responsible for starting the gay erotica and transvestite rumours about me on Twitter because, for some reason there are no laws that hold cancel cries accountable for the the death and destruction their hivemind followers do after being incited into a frenzy by the cancelers tweets.

Perhaps the issue is I am too old to understand the herd mentality of cancel culture, I grew up on a very isolated egg farm and I was 42 years old before cancel culture existed, or perhaps my not using social media causes me to not understand it.

But I wonder how many people out there are like me, lives destroyed by haters, who hate things about me, that aren’t even things I am or do, because they believe one cancelers lies on Twitter and never took the time to fact check before they reacted.

EVERYTHING We Are Allowed To Publicly Release About The FBI Investigation Can Be Found HERE

Do you know who this woman is?
If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

On November 14, 2013, she used a golf club to bash out the brains of my 8-month-old baby Xavier-Octavian Allen. She called herself “Claire” as though she thought I knew her, but I know no one named Claire and had never seen her before. She was about 65 years old and would be around 75 years old today in 2025. The FBI believes the woman who murdered my son is the same woman who hired the backhoe to drive over my house on August 8, 2013, a few weeks before my son’s murder.

If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, on July 4, 2013 and on August 8, 2013 after vandals drove a backhoe over it. The backhoe is still running in this photo, I got home from work while they were doing it and the white haired man jumped out and ran away leaving the backhoe running, until it ran out of gas. It sat in my yard for 6 months until the police finally towed it away.

She is the same woman who severed my spine with the same golf club used to murder my baby. She had distinctive two-inch wide stripes in her hair all the way around her head, platinum blond and dark reddish brown, in a pageboy haircut.

If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer,please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Of the Portland, Maine FBI Office, 4th floor, Middle Street Portland.

FAQ: How Did the FBI get involved?

The FBI believes this woman who crippled me and murdered my baby on November 14, 2013, is connected to the backhoe that illegally drove over my house making me homeless on August 8, 2013.

Between June 2001 and continuing on into 2025, there have been over 200 violent attacks on 146 Portland Ave, Old orchard Beach, Maine, including the beheading of 75 pet roosters April 2007, whose headless bodies were hung in my rosebushes from rope nooses.

The FBI believes ALL of these events are being done in an attempt to drive me off my land. 

According to the FBI, in 2007, a developer went to the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall and filed an illegal building permit for a 27 unit condominium, on my land and CLAIMED to be the owner of my land. This land has been in my family since 1531, we are Native Americans of the Kickapoo tribe and there are more than 500 graves, most dating from the 1500s to 1600s on my land. 

This land has been in my family well over 500 years, and I inherited it from my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen in 1983.

The FBI believes, ALL of the slander/rumours that falsely accuse me of being transgender were ALSO started by this woman who murdered my son, in a further attempt to drive me from my land via working locals of Old Orchard Beach into a trans-hating frenzy.

If you are a real estate agent and ANY ONE contacts you interested in buying 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, PLEASE report that "client" IMMEDIATLY to FBI Agent Andy Drewer, head of my son's murder investigation, and head of the investigation into the 200+ acts of vandalism and hate crimes which have occurred at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine between 2001 to 2025.

If you have ANY information about ANY of the incidents, attacks, vandalisms, and hate crimes that took place between 2001 and 2025, on 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, please give that information to FBI agent Andy Drewer as well.

My land is not for sale and ANY ONE offering to buy it is likely connected to this woman who murdered my son.

ANYONE interested in buying my land has a HIGH PROBABILITY of being hired BY MY SON'S MURDERER, and you MUST send their information to the FBI.

If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

She shows up at my yard (both in Old Orchard and in Biddeford), at my college classes, at my workplace... always violent and smashing things, always yelling "transvestite freak" and similar hate slurs about transgender people (she seems to believe I am transgender even though I am I cis woman, and her hatred of transgender people seems to be her primary motive.).

At one point the man who was with her called her "Vallerie". But she herself talked of herself (in a bizarre, not how normal people talk "3rd person") Claire. She kept saying things like "I'm Claire, bitch!" and "I'm Claire you fucking transvestite freak!"

She really, really, really, really was going overboard in emphasizing that her name was Claire - to the point that I am led to believe that her name is NOT Claire, and that she was in fact pretending to be someone else, who's name was Claire.

The fact that the man with her (who was later discovered to be a Biddeford police officer - he was identified in February 2025 when he was killed in a car accident in New Hampshire.) called her "Vallerie" and not "Claire" when he talked to her, indicates, that her name is more likely to be Valerie, then Claire.

But I know no one named either Vallerie or Claire, and outside of these events where she shows up and attacks, I've never seen this woman before and have no clue who she is.

She has attacked more then a dozen times, IN ADDITION to the golf club attack when she murdered my son and crippled me.

She frequently dies her hair and wears wigs. And has looked quite different in the over TWELVE YEARS of her stalking and harassment

I have 3 broken vertebrae, 3 ruptured discs, a broken sariliac, hip dysplasia (broken hip and broken pelvic bone, with hip bone pushed back into pelvic bone and fused together), in addition to rheumatism in both hips, both knees, and both wrists, as well as MS.

Rheumatism I've had since I was 8.

MS I've had since I was 16.

All the rest was done by the crazy blonde woman with the golf club, November 14, 2013, at Southern Maine Community College. I was also 8 months pregnant and she murdered my son as well. I was paralyzed for 18 months and had to relearn to walk. Her hair was wild extreme unnatural rave style 2 to 3 inch wide platinum blond and dark blonde-brown stripes.

I found a pin that shows a similar hairstyle:

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/tonos-de-cabello-rubio--322148179608879161/

In May 2015 I returned to work, walking minimally with a cane.

On June 24, 2016, the same mystery blond woman with her hair now dyed rusted reddish blond, woman, this time driving a late 1990s vintage gold Volvo station wagon, drove up beside my car, while I was putting groceries in my car at Scarborough Walmart, jumped out, grabbed an empty shopping cart from the shopping cart corral, and attacked again, same as she did with golf club three years earlier. This attack is the one which caused worse damage, and I have still not yet recovered from now in 2025.

In the 2016 attack, her hair was dyed an unnatural burgundy red, with slight grey roots growing out, the same unnatrually straitened pageboy style, and she was wearing a burgundy sweater that time.

In the 2016 attack, her hair was dyed an unnatural burgundy red, with slight grey roots growing out, the same unnatrually straitened pageboy style, and she was wearing a burgundy sweater that time.

She most often looks like this, with the red hair... and it was what she looked like on the December 24, 2016 Christmas Eve attack at my dad's apartment building. And THIS attack we have on camera, and so we have actual video footage of her... including, we have audio files of her yelling and chanting "transvestite freak!" while shooting a gun, during the Christmas Eve attack at 27 High Street, Biddeford, Maine.

Her hair has been a different colour each time she has shown up. In 2021 it was a neon dayglow purple, but still the same pageboy. The 2021 attack she was wearing a black poly satin dress with neon lime green trim

Her hair has been a different colour each time she has shown up. In 2021 it was a neon dayglow purple, but still the same pageboy. The 2021 attack she was wearing a black poly satin dress with neon lime green trim

When she showed up at PortCon 2023 and the Round 1 at the Maine Mall the same day, she was again wearing the black dressed, but this time her hair was died black, but she was wearing a neon dayglow lime green "clown wig".

Her face is covered in deep "smokers wrinkles" and her skin is very, very abnormally dry and flakey.

She had a somewhat large nose, (kind of more like a man's nose then a woman's nose) and very thin lips (almost none existant, again, more like a man's lips, then a womans)... she is a LOT bigger then me... a LOT - I am 5'6" and she's maybe 5'11" to 6'2"... she's like really, really, really big.

When she showed up at PortCon 2023 and the Round 1 at the Maine Mall the same day, she was again wearing the black dressed, but this time her hair was died black, but she was wearing a neon dayglow lime green "clown wig".

at one point at the Round One in the Maine Mall attack, she pulled off the green clown wig while she was yelling and her hair was a black-black super fake dyed black pageboy.

The 2016 attack is the one that did the most damage and. That is why I have the cane, walker, rollator, and wheelchair. And which one I use is determined by how much pain I am in at the time I try to stand and move.

She is the one the FBI is looking for. He said he thinks Bruce’s family knows who she is. He said they become alarmigly, agitated, evasive, and violently hostile whenever questioned about her.

If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

• Everything we are allowed to publicly release about The FBI Investigation Can Be Found Here

She is the same woman who severed my spine with the same golf club used to murder my baby. She had distinctive two-inch wide stripes in her hair all the way around her head, platinum blond and dark reddish brown, in a pageboy haircut.

If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer,please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

I have 3 broken vertebrae, 3 ruptured discs, a broken sariliac, hip dysplasia (broken hip and broken pelvic bone, with hip bone pushed back into pelvic bone and fused together), in addition to rheumatism in both hips, both knees, and both wrists, as well as MS.

Rheumatism I've had since I was 8.

MS I've had since I was 16.

All the rest was done by the crazy blonde woman with the golf club, November 14, 2013, at Southern Maine Community College. I was also 8 months pregnant and she murdered my son as well. I was paralyzed for 18 months and had to relearn to walk. Her hair was wild extreme unnatural rave style 2 to 3 inch wide platinum blond and dark blonde-brown stripes.

In May 2015 I returned to work, walking minimally with a cane.

On June 24, 2016, the same mystery blond woman with her hair now dyed rusted reddish blond, woman, this time driving a late 1990s vintage gold Volvo station wagon, drove up beside my car, while I was putting groceries in my car at Scarborough Walmart, jumped out, grabbed an empty shopping cart from the shopping cart corral, and attacked again, same as she did with golf club three years earlier. This attack is the one which caused worse damage, and I have still not yet recovered from now in 2025.

That is why I have the cane, walker, rollator, and wheelchair. And which one I use is determined by how much pain I am in at the time I try to stand and move.

She is the one the FBI is looking for. He said he thinks Bruce’s family knows who she is. He said they become alarmingly, agitated, evasive, and violently hostile whenever questioned about her.

If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

• Everything we are allowed to publicly release about The FBI Investigation Can Be Found Here

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