Counting Down to the 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978)
Happy 2026!
It is our 30th anniversary here at Space Dock 13!
On the web since 1996!
You have encountered an extremely old website that continues to exist in old web ways, the same way it has done for now three decades.
In spite of being now 30 years old this year, started in 1996, it is still heavily active and old pages updated daily, new pages added daily, still now in 2026. All hand written, all hand coded (no AI), all by me, same as it ever was.
We Still Exist: The Old Web Did Not Go Away, You Just Forgot How To Find Us
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This site was NOT designed for mobile devices (as they had not been invented yet when I created it) thus this site looks best on a computer, at 1280x768 or above. |
This is a very old website created in 1996, so, yes, javascript is needed for the site to work as it should. If things don't function, you may need to update javascript drivers on your device |
This site tries to be mobile friendly but it's been online since 1996, so old pages may not load right on mobile devices, and as this site has had pages added near daily for 30 years there are now over 20k pages here. |
Having started out in life as a GeoCities site, this site contains glitter, bright colours, blinkies, moving gifs, and other things the old web was known for. |
Things People Say to, or Ask of an Author
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:
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 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: |
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:
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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!
- 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.
 The 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. |
 The 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. |
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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.
 If 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.
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. |
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.  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. |
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!
Things People Say to, or Ask of an Author
I was making my rounds today, reading the various author blogs that I'm in the habit of reading, when I came across an interesting post, that I felt a need to comment on... at length, you... the way I do.
Here's the link to the blog and the blog post, it's as long as a post I would write, just so you know...
Things People Say to, or Ask of an Author
The Blog Site For New York Times Bestselling Historian, Author and Novelist Blaine L. Pardoe
Things People Say to, or Ask of an Author
Things People Say to, or Ask of an Author
He ended his post with...
>>I encourage my fellow authors to add in their own experiences in the comments…
Well, you know me, write something in the comment, hit the word count limit, copy it here to my website and keep on writing... yep, that is what I am doing right now.
So, taking each question readers have asked him... let's look at my own readers and what they've asked me...
>>Can you give me a copy of your latest book?
I get asked this every time I walk outside. This, along with "can you read my manuscript" and "where do you get your ideas" and the top questions I get asked.
If you want to see my longer more detailed responces, here there are:
But, this one brings to mind, Guy Gammon, now in prison, probably for the rest of his life, where he belongs.
You remember Guy Gammon? How could ANY of my fans, readers, and followers ever forget Guy Gammon, a stalker almost as psychopathic as Joel Bailey (who is also now in prison)... though neither are as deadly as bomb wielding stalker duo
Please note that since 2013, there have shown up several FAKE "EelKat" accounts, often using photos stolen from my website. Those accounts are run by a stalker who also goes by the names Kendra Silvermander & Tom Addams. The identity of both is unknown and it is believed to be one person using 2 different online names. They are wanted by the FBI, not only for stalking, impersonation, and identity theft, but also for the bomb that blew up my house, the attempted murder of my dad, twice the attempted murder of me, and the attempted murder of my brother, so if you run across one of these fake accounts pretending to be me, please report it to the FBI Agent in charge of the case:
- Andy Drewer @ (207) 774-9322
Help put Kendra Silvermander and Tom Addams in prison where they belong, just like you helped put Joel Bailey and Guy Gammon in prison.
Guy Gammon...
- Biddeford, Maine's real life serial killing rapist, who is the basis for the character of the Quaraun series: Unicorn...
- Guy Gammon, the man whose broken dialogue, excessive use of the word fuck, rampant scatterbrained violence, and obsessive rape personality, makes primary character Unicorn one of the vilest, foul mouthed characters I've ever written.
- Yes, Unicorn was based off a real live person. Guy Gammon - A stalker who terrorized my family for years.
- The man who pulled a knife of Ben, because Ben was working on my car The Dazzling Razzberry.
- The man who noticed it said "Laughing Gnome Hollow" on my car one day and said: "I is does be a Gnome ya, knows, it eh?"
- Guy Gammon, the man who carries 3 lit cigarettes in each hand, with 4 more in his mouth, 2 beer cars clutched in his fists, while trying to tell Ben, Mormon High Priest Quorum Leader of the Sandford Ward of The Exetar Stake of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints - "I a Mormon too."
- Guy Gammon... the man who raped 27 women, and was out of prison on a technicality.
- Guy Gammon... the man who on March 6, 2016, murdered my next door neighbor Julie Hanagon.
What does any of that have to do with this question...
>>Can you give me a copy of your latest book?
The first time I meet Guy Gammon, was days after the mass market release of The Night of The Screaming Unicorn, September 2014, on High Street in Biddeford, at the St Andre's Parking Lot beside Sullivan Street.
I (who am 5'6") got out of my car, was unloading groceries, closed the truck of my car and was greeted with a tiny little old man, about 60 and about to my shoulder height, making him about 5'1" with wild eyes, long grey hair that hadn't seen a brush in years, and a psychotic laugh, carrying a 10" blade switch jackknife and grinning like a maniac.
He says to me:
Guy Gammon: "Yis be aut'ar, eh?"
Me: "Yes"
Guy Gammon: "Gi'me book."
He points to the picture of the book, which is on a poster.
Me: "It's only available as an ebook."
Guy Gammon: "I no cares hows evil ya books is, ya gi'me copy now. I wants read it."
Me: "No. Not evil. ebook. It means electronic book."
Guy Gammon: "What electronic book? Sound evil."
Me: "It's a book you read on the computer..."
Guy Gammon: "COMPUTER!" he shrieks hysterically, brandishing the knife in my face. "COMPUTERS IS EVIL! ALL SATAN! I KNOWS! I SEE JESUS! JESUS TOOK ME TO WHITE ROOM! COMPUTERS IS EVIL! I NO ALLOW COMPUTERS IN ME HOUSE! EVIL! GI'ME BOOK NOW!"
Me: "The book's available for sale on Amazon. I don't have copies of it."
Guy Gammon: "AMAZON! YOU FUCKING BITCH OF A WHORE! I IS NO BUY PLANE TICKETS FLY ALL WAY TO JUNGLE TO BUY YOU BOOK!"
A blond woman comes running over, mutters something about him being her uncle, tells him to put the knife away and says: "He's harmless," while dragging him out of the parking lot.
I've had a lot of people ask for copies of my books, like they think we authors keep boxes of our books laying around, but, Guy Gammon was by far the one to ask for a book, that stands out as the freakiest.
Eighteen years ago, in book X, you wrote something I disagreed with. Why did you do that?
I don't know. I suppose I must have done it just to piss you off?
Not a common one, but it is one I got a few times.
The most notable psycho fan to do this is of course Kendra Silvermander, and her psycho meltdown caused by my book "BloodFall In Playland".
In October 2010 through to November 2010, I received a total of twenty-one-thousand 21,000, psychotically deranged emails from someone calling herself Kendra Silvermander.
Each of these emails started with the line: "NaNoWriMo is coming up so I went off my meds so I could write".
Every paragraph ended with the line: "I'm Kendra Silvermander, it's my turn to shine. Stop stepping on my toes. It's my time to shine. Mine. Not yours. Mine. My turn to shine."
Each email was in excess of 10,000 words long. Most of is rambling in illegible gibberish that made no sense at all, and appeared to be the ravings of someone with schizophrenia. (I had an uncle with Schizophrenia who frequent wrote my weekly, deranged letters of this nature from 1997 until his death in 2013, so I am familiar with the mental process patterns of a schizophrenia patient and this appears to be the case with this Kendra Silvermander woman as well.)
In Kendra's emails, she makes the wild, ludicrous claim, that I am what she calls "a time traveling vampire" and claims that I (in 2006) went to the future (2010) to such this story out of her head. Then, according to her, I traveled from 2010, back to the past in 2006, to publish her story before she thought of it.
In other words, she was accusing me of stealing a story she thought up, and publishing it, before she thought of it, by going to the future to steal it from her and returning to the past to publish it first.
This was the most baffling and at first hilarious set of emails I ever got.
Interestingly the Alien Vampires of this series are in fact time travelers. It is very obvious that Kendra read the stories in this series and was unable to tell fact from fiction, reality from fantasy, and could not tell the author of the story, from the fiction characters within said story.
At first I thought is was my Uncle Merlin, (mentioned above) as the writing style/voice was nearly identical to his, as was the deranged ravings and ramblings that made no sense. My Uncle is the same Uncle many of my fans and readers know from his Amphibious Aliens emails, letters, and forum posts, that resulted in the Amphibious Aliens Squidoo Lense I wrote in 2007.
He is the same uncle responsible for most of the rumors surrounding the World's Most Haunted Car.
And was pivotal in the destruction of said car, when he concluded that instead of being a car it was actually a demon.
Kendra Silvermander arrived to attack me in person at multiple restaurants and libraries, including to have done so days before the theft and destruction of the car.
A bomb blew up my house October 18, 2006, a few weeks after the release of this story. At the time we did not know the connection. We would not know the bomb was connected to the release of this story until receiving Kendra's emails in 2010 and 2013.
Every November and April since 2006, my family has been subjected to horrific hate crimes and vandalisms. More than 200 of them. Because of the similarities to thing my uncle Richard Merlin Atwater said and did, we at first though Kendra was yet another of his "alternate selves" (he had many, including: King Richard, Merlin the Magician, a NASA astronaut, Buddy Holly, the grand high wizard of the Ku Klux Klan, the great dragon of the Ku Klux Klan, and dozens more of a similar nature). He was also a child molesting peadophile who cited Bible verses about the requirement to have "7 wives all under 12 years old". In the last 2 years before his death, he had 54 lawsuits against him by young women who all claimed he raped them when they were under 8 years old. 16 of these women were his own nieces, one was his own daughter, and the rest were from five separate churches that he attended.
A violent man who beat women into submission, he frequently used tables as weapons to beat his sisters and nieces unconscious. This went on for many years before anyone finally got hurt bad enough to FINALLY go to the police. He often wielded a sledge hammer and frequently smashed up cars belonging to his relatives. He once punished his 10 year old sister, by stabbing her cat to death with a pencil. In later years, a state mental health institute was called in, and they diagnosed him with Schizophrenia, narcissistic personality disorder, and sociopathy.
He had a friend, Joel Bailey, of Saco, Maine, also diagnosed with sociopathy, whom he hired to hack the online accounts of any women whom Richard deemed "in need of being punished because she refused to marry me". In 2007 and 2010 Joel Bailey hacked most all of my online account. When he was arrested and sent to prison in 2011, Joel Bailey was found to have a list of 10 women, all authors, whom he had been paid to hack their accounts. Joel Bailey turned out to be a "professional black hat hacker for hire" and made a living out of hiring himself out to criminals. He went to prison for having been hired by Old Orchard Beach Town Manager Jim Thomas, to hack the town hall bank account and embezzle $3million dollars in tax funds. To date the FBI has only been able to recover $36,000 of the stolen money. Nearly $3million in tax funds remains missing from the town of Old Orchard Beach.
Because on my Uncle Richard's very violent criminal history, his wild animal abuses, his sadistic tortures, and his 60 to 100 page long daily letters and emails, it was assumed that Kendra Silvermander was simply yet another of his alter identities.
Until 2009, when I met her face to face at the Westbrook Panera, where she had her infamous "bird on your hat, bird on your hat, bird on your hat, bird on your hat, bird on your hat, bird on your hat..." meltdown. She showed up a week later to repeat her attack, this time screaming "Lobster! Lobster! Lobster! Lobster! Lobster! Lobster! Lobster! Lobster! Lobster!" She returned the next week to have her "My chair, my chair, my chair, myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyychaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaair" meltdown.
Terrified to eat at that restaurant anymore, for fear of being beaten up yet again by this psycho deranged woman, I have not returned to the Westbrook Panera ever since.
Her obsession with me became terrifying, when she started sending her friend "Deanna" to show up at the Golden Rooster, a place where, at the time, I was eating breakfast every day. Denna would ramble on insane conspiracy theories about David Ike, Art Bell, Reptilian Illuminati, and wild alien abduction obsessions. It became impossible for me to avoid this Denna woman, who began to show up at the Saco Dyer Library, the Biddeford MacArthur Library, and would spend hours on end following me around raving and ranting about whatever the latest "Coast to Coast AM Radio" report was on alien abductions.
Each time she arrived (which was daily for months on end) she would introduce herself as: "Hi, I'm Denanna. Kendra Silvermander sent me to make sure you were not writing any novels outside of November. We are only allowed to write novels in November. It's National Novel Writing Month, you know. Kendra lives a 5 hour drive away and she's getting tired of driving all the way down here every day to check up on you. I live on Old Orchard Road in Saco next door to the Exit 5 Hotel, so I'm just walking distance from you. She says I get to be her minion this month. She made me an assistant ML. She paid me to follow you today, so here I am."
Because of this, I stopped eating at my favorite restaurant, The Golden Rooster of Saco Maine, in 2010 and have not again dared to go back there. I also stopped going to both the Saco and Biddeford libraries.
One day while eating at the Garden Cafe, in the same parking lot as Landre's Shop N Save on Portland Ave in Old Orchard Beach (I live on Portland Ave), Deanna showed up yet again. This time with 2 other women who did not identify themselves. The 3 of them spent about an hour talking about Dwayne Johnson/the Rock, and then Deanna said to me: "My aunt owns this restaurant. As she's on the same street as you, I told Kendra to have her keep tabs on you from now on. I just found out I'm pregnant and I won't be able to stay with you every day anymore."
For some unknown reason, Kendra is obsessed with the Bloodfall in Playland story on insane levels. She references it constantly through out all over her emails, her confrontations, her ravings and ramblings...I don't get it.
Interestingly, Kendra makes the claim to be "a member of the Loyalist White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan"... this is a VERY important bit of information. Why? Because there is NO SUCH GROUP affiliated with the Ku Klux Klan. The real group is called "The Loyal white Knights of the Ku Klux Klan" and they are a very peaceful group - NOT the extreme radicals that most people think they are. They keep to themselves and are a branch of the Baptist Church (yes, the REAL: kkk is a religious church group) they have their own "pope" figure, and they believe that only "the pure" (aka white skinned) can enter Heaven. They believe it is a sin to hurt anyone and are EXTREMELY non violent. Like the Amish, they separate themselves from others, living in communities free of non-whites. Here in Maine, most of them can be found in Kennebunk, Kennebunkport, Ocean Park, and Cape Porpoise. Each of these towns is 90% white, with Ocean Park being a full 100% white and having town ordinances in place making it illegal to sell property to non-whites. I have friends, who live in Kennebunk, who are members of the REAL Ku Klux Klan, including my boyfriend and his family, and that's why I know the difference between the ACTUAL group, and the renegade terrorists who dress up like them and do shit in their name.
The group that calls themselves "The Loyalist White Knights" was founded by my cousins Shem Atwater and Yvonne Johnson, and a local Tommy Bryant who lives on my street. It is NOT an official branch of the Ku Klux Klan, and is rather a renegade radical group, that sports swastika arm bands, greats each other with "heil Hitler", brandishes Confederate flags, also say they are by political party members of the Nazi Party. Near as I can tell the group consists of about 12 families and is fewer then 100 members. For some reason, they all drive 4-door-white trucks, though I do not know what the logic is behind this.
The group is very local and does not exist outside of Southern Maine. They mostly follow a list of rules that were written up by my Uncle David Atwater (Richard Merlin's older brother). In the 1970s, they called themselves "A Division of Heaven's Gate". They changed the name to "The Loyalist White Knights" in 1997 after the infamous Heaven's Gate Murder Suicide that killed 39 people. It is unknown if they were ACTUAL Heaven's Gate members or if they just called themselves that. Most members of this group are illegal aliens from Nova Scotia and do not have American citizenship. They claim to be a "sovereign nation" and say they are "bound to no laws, no government, but our own".
I born into and grew up with this group, and escaped it as a teenager because I wanted no part of what I saw as nothing but a group of insane mindless drones blindly following a raving lunatic. If you tell them they are mindless and following David blindly, they smile and proudly say: "I know, we are his sheep, he is our shepherd, he is steering us on the path to righteousness and glory." They then start rambling nonsense about "trumps of jubilee", "armageddon" "comet wormwood" "planet kolob" and quoting Book of Mormon and Bible verses. They also claim that God is an alien, alien abductions are demon attacks, and obsessively stockpile guns because they claim God will "sound the trump" and they will be his army during the "Third World War".
And so...
When this Kendra Silvermander blurted out the term "Loyalist White Knights" one day... it was then that I realized, she was one of my Uncle David's followers, and that's apparently how she ended up getting my name and address.
Kendra always shows up days before or after David's clan. David, lives in Palmyra, Maine, about a 20 minute drive from Stephen King's house in Bangor, into some of Maine's deepest forests... where most of his group also lives with him, in the weird little piles of oil barrels that they call houses. They squatted on the plot of land since 2016... being one of the few group to successfully get free land given to them by the state of Maine, via its "Inverse Take Over Law" (commonly known as the "Squatter's Rights Law")
In 2016, the police located Kendra Silvermander, (and now know her real name) in Winthrop, Maine, disturbing, right outside of David's location.
Since July 2016, the FBI is currently investigating both Kendra Silvermander and the Atwater Clan, as well as their rivals the Cyr Clan (all of whom are members of the group that goes by the name "The Loyalist White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan, A Division of Heaven's Gate", to determine, which of them is responsible for doing this to my family:
- May 2006 they put my dad in a coma
- bombed my house in October 2006
- May 2010 cut my car in half
- beheaded my cousin July 2013
- drove a backhoe over my next house August 2013
- September 2013 - put a bomb in my classroom at Southern Main Community College
- beat my up leaving me paralyzed 5 month and crippled rest of my life in November 2013
- filled my motorhome with 1,000s of gallons of feces April 2015
- kidnapped my cats April 2015
- returned my cats' heads May 2015; 10 cats currently unaccounted for
- August 2015 a woman was beheaded in front of her 4 children, in Saco Shaw's supermarket, in the ice cream department, while trying to buy her children ice cream
- November 2015 - put a bomb in my department at Scarborough WalMart
- June 2016 - put another bomb in my department at Scarborough WalMart (it was WalMart who contacted the FBI and started the FBI investigation July 2016)
- 2016 my tires were slashed on 7 different occasions between October and December
- April 2017 put my dad in the hospital again, he almost died
- May 2017 attacked and rallied at my mom's house - twice
- August 13, 2017 - my birthday - murdered 73 pets
- September 26, 2017 - 2 days ago smashed up my car...
- in all more than 200 such attacks on my family
All because of this 10 page short story.
Over the years Kendra, The Atwaters, and the Cyrs have cited many multiple, constantly changing reasons for their attacks on my family, including to falsely accuse me of being gay, transesual, non-white, a witch, and a demon. Through all of it, though, Kendra always cites THIS short story "Bloodfall in Playland" as being her own personal reasons for her involvement in these attacks.
You true crime authors just make money off of other people’s misery.
Interestingly something I heard a few times during the "Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach" court case, because Town Manager Larry Mead was running around town saying I had sued the town hall for money... when the fact remained, I have never in my life sued anyone, and the court case was town Manager Larry Meads sueing me because he wanted my books unpublished, because he had recently passed an ordinance banning gays from setting foot in Old Orchard Beach and didn't like the fact that I lived in Old Orchard Beach and had gay characters in my novels, with said gay characters living in Old Orchard Beach.
If you didn't know,, the Quaraun books were BANNED by...
Old Orchard Beach Town Hall of the Town of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, a division of the United States of America Government
(January 4, 2016 via court order)
(State of Maine, Biddeford District Court: Docket #BDDC-PA-2015-00574)
(Reason #1: Too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach)
(Reason #2: Contains transgender characters depicted as living in Old Orchard Beach, in violation of the ordinance which states Old Orchard Beach is a "Family Friendly Town" by virtue of it's ban on LGBTQ+ residents)
NOTE: As a result of this ban, and my discovery that OOB had an ordinance banning LGBTQ citizens from living in our town, an additional court case rose up, and on October 21, 2016, Alfred Superior Court overruled the ordinance banning LGBTQs in OOB, AND overturned the town hall's ban on the Quaraun series, citing that both the ordinace baning LGBTQ residents and the court order ordering the Quaraun books to be removed from Amazon.com to be "gross violations of civil rights".)
Before the court case...
In October 2014, Town Manager Larry Mead ordered 7 dump truck loads of garbage dumped on my front lawn. The pile of garbage was 175 feet long, 30 feet wide and 12 feet tall.
On April 10, 2015, on Old Orchard Beach Town Manager Larry Mead's orders, workers from the Old Orchard Beach Public Works, took sewage from one of Blow Brother sewage pumper trucks and filled my motorhome with 100's of gallons of raw feces, because it says "Transgender Awareness Tour Bus" on the side of my motorhome.
On May 14, 2015, Old Orchard Beach Town Manager Larry Mead ordered Old Orchard Beach Police Officer Will Watson to cut my cats heads off and nail them to my door.
Welcome to the gay hating town of Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
I have a great idea for a book. Why don’t we do it together? I’ll give you the ideas and you do the writing. Um, this is all about me doing all of the work and you getting half of the credit and royalties. Seriously? If you want to write a book, then write a book. This may shock you but most serious authors are not sitting around waiting for ideas. I have far more ideas than I will ever have time in a lifetime to write.
Yeah.... what he said...
If you have an idea, then YOU write it, because I've got plenty of my own.
Can you read my manuscript?
I get the manuscript thing all the time. The worst one was a few years ago, on Black Friday, me and my boyfriend were in line for 3 hours waiting for the 1AM store opening so he could buy a $2,000 camera for $800. They had 4 in the store, and thankful an hour before store opening, a worker with a clipboard went down the line asking people what they were buying so they could give them tickets guaranteeing they'd get what they wanted... we get in Best Buy, he gets his camera because he had his ticket... but the lense he wanted for it was sold out... so off we go to other stores...7am we show up at WalMart...yes, my fans/readers know where this is going... WalMart Dude! One of the wildest fans I've ever encountered! LOL!
We are in WalMart, in electronics, he's looking at camera equipment (he's a photographer) to see what they got for his new camera... and suddenly we hear it...
"EelKat! Hey EelKat! It's Me!"
Ben looks up to see a guy barreling through WalMart, a 300 page stack of papers waving over his head. Ben says to me... "We can't go anywhere any more without one of your people finding up." (Note: I'm OtherKin, and dress in full Elf CosPlay 24/7, so, I stand out in a crowd and am easy to recognize.)
This guys runs up to us out of breath... "OMG! I can't believe I'm finally meeting you! I talk to you on FB. I keep a manuscript in my car just in case I run into you. Look here it is!"
He waves the 300 page stack of paper in the air and shoves it in my face.
I've no clue who this guy is, I've thousands of followers on FB, they ALL talk to me. I don't know which one he is!
He starts telling me how he wants me to read a 300 poem, poetry manuscript... I'm a Fantasy Novel author... I write about Elf Wizards fighting Dragons. I don't write or read poetry!
He's going on about how these poems are his life's work but he doesn't know if they are any good, and wants me to read them and give him advice on how to get them published!
???
I don't know the first thing about writing, reading, or publishing poetry! I tell him this. I tell him, I have a busy life, a busy schedule, I don't have time to read manuscripts.
He says: "Okay, I'll read it to you."
And he does.
He starts reading it.
Ben gets done buying camera stuff, we do shop grocery shopping while we are there. Half hour later we are in the toilet paper alise, putting toilet paper in the shopping cart, and this guy is STILL reading his poetry to us! He's following us through the store reading it!
We are in the freezer department getting frozen pizza, and he's still reading.
2 shopping carts filled with groceries later we are in the check out... he's there with us, still reading!
We get to the parking lot... he stops reading long enough to say: "You parked over there, I know because I parked next to you. I knew you wouldn't mind." (There are 2.5million marbles glued to my neon pink Volvo, so its easy to identify my car)
We are putting groceries in the car. He's still reading poetry.
We say good bye to him, get in the car and leave, talking about what a strange experience it was... we had no clue it wasn't over yet.
Having stayed up all night shopping, we stop at McDonald's for breakfast on the way home.
We are in line ordering food, and all of a sudden, there he is, pulls out the manuscript again, and continues reading where he left off.
We get our food, sit in a booth to eat, he gets in the booth with us, starts eating our food and continues reading while thanking us for buying him breakfast!!!!
We buy more food for ourselves all over again, and we eat, and as we get ready to leave,...
OMG!...
He suddenly throws himself on the floor like 2 year old toddler, a man in his 50s... and starts SCREAMING at the top of his lungs!
"You can't leave me! All my other girlfriends left me! I thought you were different from the rest! We are supposed to get married have lots of Rottweilers on our Rottweiler farm."
McDonald's manager comes over and says: "Is he bothering you? He does this all the time. We constantly have to get the police to keep him out."
We leave and think it's over...
Two days later my mom calls me and asks: "When did you break up with Ben and why didn't you tell me you were getting married?"
I asked her what she's talking about and she says: "Paul's at my house right now telling me the whole story. Who is he? Why didn't you ever tell me about him?"
The following week, my dad calls and says: "Who's Paul? He calls me every 15 minutes, all night long from 1AM to 5AM every night this week, asking for you and accusing me of hiding you from him."
Yei!
This sort of thing went on for THREE YEARS before we finally got him to leave me and my family alone!
I've had a lot of people ask me to read their manuscripts, but this was by far the freakiest and scariest one!
Can I have the name of your agent?
I don't have an agent.
If I did, it would be like everything else in my career, and would have a page here on my website telling you how I found my agents and how you can look for yours, rather then just giving you some random agent's contact info that may or may not be the right agent for you.
But here...
Wondering how authors find publishers and agents?
Writer's Market - it's a giant 1,000+ page book, costs around $40, is like a yellow pages style phone book directory of every publishing house, magazine, anthology, newspaper, and literary agent currently seeking submissions. There are around 20,000 publishers listed in it.
They come out with a new edition every year, so get the 2018 edition which comes out in a few weeks.
It's not easy to get listed in the Writer's Market. They do a major amount of rigorous filtering, to make sure no scams get in.
The Writer's Market has been the #1 way authors find publishers since the 1940s.
Here's their website: http://www.writersmarket.com/
They have an online directory that is the same as the print book, but it costs around $70 a year to access it.
When are you going to be in city X to do a book signing?
I get this one a lot recently, due to the book signing tour being cancelled.
You can find out info on why the book signing tour was cancels here...
Why don’t you write more X type of books? They are your only really good ones. A compliment and insult at the same time. I write books based on what I feel like writing.
When people ask me this, they are usually referencing my old Sci-Fi Space Opera short stories, something that I wrote briefly in the very early 1980s and haven't written since.
I wrote them early in my career when I was first getting started and still trying to figure out what I wanted to write. I also wrote a few Romance and Westerns back then as well. I wrote a little bit of everything, because I wasn't sure what I wanted to write.
Turns out I like writing Horror-Fantasy Time Travel stories about Elf Wizards, so, that's what I stuck with and still write and will probably continue to write for the rest of my life.
I want to be a full-time writer – so how hard is it? I have no idea. I am a part-time author.
He may not be a full time writer, but I am, and I cam tell you it is VERY hard.
If you want my advice on how to do it, just browse around this website, it has 10,000+ pages telling you how I do it, so you can walk in my footsteps and do it too.
How do you become a New York Times bestseller?
You know the funny thing about this question, is people ask me this, but I've never had a book sell more then 7,000 copies and it requires selling 10million copies in 3 moths of publication to get on the New York Times list!
Can I just buy a book from you? Then can you autograph it and send it to me? (I don’t have time to go to the bookstore or use Amazon.com). This may shock you, but I don’t have boxes of my books here in my bunker/office.
Scroll back up to the top, to my answer which talked about Guy Gammon.
Can you give me a copy of your research files? I had a guy once ask, then demand, that I provide him a case file I paid $300 + to obtain. Then he got mad as hell that I wouldn’t make him a free copy of 500+ pages and take hours to blacken out my notes.
Yep. I've gotten this one before.
The court case files in question, were 700 pages long and cost me $6 per page to get them from the courthouse.
So... no. You want copies for free, no.
If you want to pay for the copies, I'm perfectly willing to meet you at the local copy shop, and you can pay the copy shop to make the copies. At .25c a copy from the copy shop, it'll still cost you around $200.
I'm not gonna make the copies and give to you for free, but it's certainly a discount to make copies of my copy rather then page the courthouse $6 a page, which is $4,200 by the way.
How much do you make on a book? I’ll tell you if you tell me your salary annually. First off, it is a rude question, and one I get quite often. For some reason people feel it is okay to ask authors about this.
I don't mind answering.
Why don’t you put this book on TV or in a movie?
That may happen... sooner than you think.
Your characters/books suck.If you don’t like my work, don’t read it. Telling me you hate a character is pointless, because I won’t change it in a future edition.
Did I ever tell you about Kendra Silvermander and the day she created 52 fake Amazon accounts, to go to my books on Amazon, and post 52 completely identical 1 star reviews of each of my books?
Each one (a total of more then 3,000 1 star reviews posted in the space of an hour) read:
"Retarded books, about retarded characters, written for retarded readers, by a retarded author."
There are 4 authors who, for several months now have been campaigning to as they put it:
"let's dry up her (book) sales"
"we need to kill her career"
"Let's destroy her career"
In October they tried to stage a mini protest and boycott n a forum for writers. They then did the same thing on 2 other forums for writers (that I know of. I'm not sure if they did it on any other forums or not.)
One of them is fairly local (a 2 hour drive from me) and so staged an offline protest as well, along with vandalism of our family's farm (doing $15,000 in damages to the town, in addition to the damages to our property.)
In December, the same local one, then created 52 fake accounts on Amazon and gave Screaming Unicorn and Fire Mountain EACH 52 one star reviews, and then had a 300+ comment argument with herself in the comments of said reviews. I don't read my book reviews so I was unaware this was happening until, I found out about it via a friend who had read them and asked what in the heck was this author talking about. Before I got a chance to read all of the comments, Amazon deleted all 52 of that author's fake accounts.
This has been going on, since October, with every few weeks, one of these 4 authors (who may actually all be only one person, I don't any of these authors and none of them use a real author photo, all 4 of them are very much "fake" pennames, and two of them use identical phrases, so I actually suspect it's really only 1 author with 4 different pennames) does something like this.
This, having my non-Erotica books, moved to Erotica and adult filtered, is just the latest of this author's attacks on my books. (And, if you know who I'm talking about - you also know that she has been attacking my books, for 9 years now and her most violent attack included to post a request online for someone to kill me, she put my home address in the post and a few days later October 18, 2006, someone put a grease fryer bomb in my house, which left my family homeless and me and my dad both crippled for the rest of our lives.)
I wish I knew who this woman was and what it was this woman had against me, because it's mind boggling to me, why it is she pulls these stunts. Do you know how maddening it is for someone to spend 9 years doing weird things like this, and you have no idea who they are or why they are doing it? None of this makes any sense to me. *sigh* Oh, well. I suppose eventually she'll have to make it known what exactly it is her motive behind all this is, but until then, there's not much I can do but continue to side step her and clean up the messes she keeps dumping in my lap.
Have you considered donating the profits from you book to cause X? No. It is amazing that some people emerge to ask you to give your money to their cause in such a manner.
My books bring in at most $2,000 a year. That's why I've been homeless since psycho bomber Kendra Silvermander blew up my house with a bomb October 18, 2006.
I don't make enough income to rebuild my house. I barely make enough income to buy food and I only eat 1 meal a day, most days, if I can afford to eat a meal that day at all.
Why did you only write two books last year?
Because, a psychopath named Kendra Silvermander beat me up with a shopping cart and ruptured 3 discs in my spine.
I want you to do me as a character in your next novel.
No... you really don't.
If a real world person makes it in one of my novels, it's because they pissed me off and I let one of my novels' serial killers kill them.
Can I call you to talk about a novel you wrote years ago?
Nope. You can not.
While I have a phone, I'm not allowed to use it.
Please, do remember I live in a Master/slave BDSM relationship, and I have little freedom to do anything of my own free will. I've been with my partner 30 years, and his "slave" full time 24/7 for 27 years.
You become a slave... you DO NOT get to fulfill your fantasies. You no longer have fantasies to fulfill. He OWNS you. You no longer have the right to say yes or no, to ANYTHING. I have a locking gas cap on my car. He has the key. He also tracks the milage. When we go shopping, I walk behind him and I make eye contact with no one. I eat when and if he says I can. I sleep when and if he says I can. They is no: "Master I would like to..." like you see in books or clubs. Because you can't even open your mouth to speak, until he says you can. Safewords? They don't exist in a REAL Master/slave relationship.
We are not playing games. This is our life. I obey him without question. I'm bought and paid for. $13,000. He's owned me since I was 12 years old.
There's a BIG difference between scenes in BDSM clubs, and an actual Master owning an actual slave. And really don't think you sound ready for that.
Far too many people get into BDSM just to have a sex game or two played at a sex club on the weekends, and have no clue what an actually 24/7 BDSM lifestyle involves, or that sex has very little to do with BDSM at all.
The only reason BDSM sex clubs exist is because BDSM Erotica fills readers minds with such places.
That said... I have a phone, but I can not answer it unless it is my mom, my dad, one of my 3 brothers, FBI Agent Andy Drewer, or Ben himself, so, no, you can't call and talk to me, because Ben won't let you. He is VERY possessive of me, something I think a lot of people don't realize.
Someone murdered my mother/father/brother/sister. You need to write a book on that.
No.
YOU need to write a book on it.
I get this question because of the attempted murder of my dad, the bomb that blew up our house, the psycho crazy terrorist attacks from the local town hall...
I don't know why, people think that me writing a daily online dairy of the personal events happening in my life translates to I need to write a book about similar events happening to them!
I have a book club. Can you fly in and attend one of our meetings? I appreciate the fact you think I am living a Bruce Wayne or Tony Stark lifestyle and have the money to fly to Pigsknuckle, Arkansas for a book club.
I got to the end of the book and you didn’t tell me who did it. What’s with that? When I write about cold cases…you’re right. That’s because an arrest hasn’t been made.
I don't get this same question exactly, because I'm not writing non-fiction based off of cold case files... however...
I write a long running serial and it is common for the novels to end with lose ends not tied up, because those lose ends lead to other stories that will be told in other novels.
Readers should figure this out on their own, I would think, but that doesn't stop them from asking why this or that wasn't cleared up at the end of the novel.
(At a book lecture) Why didn’t you bring a box of books to sell?
Because I don't unless the venue specifically requests I do so.
My father served in (insert war here). You should interview him for a book.
No.
I get this question a lot because of For Fear of Little Men" which features an interview I did with a local WWII Holocaust survivor of a concentration camp, who was my next door neighbour and a friend since I was a child.
I do not make a habit of interviewing war heros/prisoners/victims. It was a one time thing, for a one time project.
As people who are followers of my work, SHOULD know, I rarely write non-fiction books, and when I do, they are always somehow connected to my personal life and Gypsy history.
Where to find more info on my methods to writing Elf culture, Elf society, Elf ethics, and the Elven way of life (aka other writing related articles that started out in life as Reddit answers):
- What makes an Elf an Elf?
- Moon Elves - Albinism in The Quaraun Series.
- How To Write Hot Sex - Video Interview On Elf Sex Lives
- On Writing A Clinically Insane Character Accurately, While Avoiding The Psychopath Stereotype
- Wizards vs Witches vs Sorcerers: How are they different?
- FAQs About Quaraun
- Psychedelics In A 'High' High Fantasy World (High Elves Getting High)
- High, High Elves: Elves on Opium | Drug Use
- Writing Horror That Features Violence Against Children
- Spell-casting Side Effects of Magic
- Child Sacrifice in Fantasy Novels
- Meet the Characters - Who is GhoulSpawn
- Marriage in Moon Elf Culture
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Note: there are likely spelling errors on this site, and I am unlikely to see the ... I fix them when I find them, but, there are many issues here...
Note: English is not my first language, Shetlean Scottish is my native language, there are likly spelling and grammar errors, as I do not know American English and am attempting to write it by sounding words out.
Many times that Americans think a word on my site is misspelled, often it is not misspelled, it is just I mixed up languages and wrote it in Scottish without realizing I mixed the Scottish in with the English. Also our grammar is somewhat reversed from English grammar so words that are seeming in the wrong order for American English, is usually because they are in the correct order for Scottish and I either put English words in Scottish order by mistake or was unaware English put them in a different order then Scottish does.
For those unaware, Scottish Shetlean looks like this:
American English to Scottish:
a bit (piece) = a party --- EXAMPLE: "And some know a bit of Latin " > "And somme kan of latyn a party "
a long distance from = A piece fae
a piece of = the bit --- EXAMPLE: "The duck ate a piece of bread " > "The deuk ett the bit breid "
about the banks (on the shore/at the beach) = aboot da banks
accomplishments = kunnandi
After = Back o --- EXAMPLE: " After Halloween" > "Back o Hallomas "
alive (living) = kvikr
Always on the move = Never aff o da go
am I not = amn't I --- EXAMPLE: "Am I not invited? " > "I amn't invited? or Amn't I invited?"
are = is --- EXAMPLE: "Are you going soon?" > "Is ya to be going soon?"
autumn = dah haihst
belong to = fylgja
best = bettah moost
betray (verb) = svíkja
bewildered = villhyggjandi
building = biggin up --- EXAMPLE: "building confidence in everyday use " > " biggin up confidence in ivvryday øs "
built = builded --- EXAMPLE: "He built a new porch." > "Hims builded a new porch."
cast a spell = hoodooed
cat = kat (sounds like "caught") --- EXAMPLE: "Is it an orange cat?" > "Be he a o'jinn kat?"
child = bairn
church = kirk
color = colour
danger = hœttr
daren't = darena
daring = djarfr
dark = dökk
dark elf = Dökkálfr
dark-elves = Døkkálfar
darker = dökká
do you agree = ,eh? --- EXAMPLE: "That's a fine looking woman, do you agree?" > "Dair's ah right bonnie lass, eh?"
do you want to come too = ,eh? --- EXAMPLE: "I'm going to the store, do you want to come with me?" > "Me go to shope, eh?"
each = eche --- EXAMPLE: "Which each person can understand " > "That kan eche man understonde "
educated = lered --- EXAMPLE: "Both among the educated and the uneducated " > "As wel among lered as lewed "
elf = Alfr
Elf = Álfr
Elf Home = Álfheimr
Elf World = Álfheimr
elf-advice = Ælfred
elf-beautiful = ælfscyne
elf-friend = Ælfwine
elf-guardian (female) = Ælfwaru
elf-guardian (male) = Ælfweard
elf-powerful = Ælfric
everyday = ivvryday
eyelids = eye ledes --- EXAMPLE: "He closed his eyelids." > "Hims did shut hims eye ledes"
fair = faire --- EXAMPLE: "Going to the fair." > "Done gone went to the faire."
feild = felde --- EXAMPLE: "Standing in the feild." > "Stoodt in thems felde."
further = ferther --- EXAMPLE: "I looked further." > "I dids lokid ferther."
green = grene --- EXAMPLE: "Look at the green hedges and woods." > "Look see at thems heigges and holtz so grene."
handsome = braw --- EXAMPLE: "He is very handsome " > "Him wicked braw "
have faith = trúa
Have no doubts about our doing it = Nae faer o wis
Have no liking for this. = Hae nae brou o this.
have not = ain't
He knows how many beans make five. = He kens the laid frae the croun o the causey.
He knows which side his bread is buttered on. = He kens whilk side his bannock's buttert on.
Head for = Mak wye for
head rope in fishing nets and lines = baak
head to head = Be at the knag and the widdie
horse fly = klegsie
I = Me
I Think = Me thinks --- EXAMPLE: "I think we're late. " > "Me thinks that we is late. "
I wish you well for the future = Lang may yer lum reek (translation: Long may your chimney smoke)
idiot = eejit --- EXAMPLE: "You idiot." > "Ya eejit."
idiot = numpty
if = iffy or yif--- EXAMPLE: "If you don't mind..." > "Iffy yas does no care mind...."; "If you'll stay with me long enough = "Yif ye so longe with me wil dwelle". "
I'll be even with you = A'll see day aboot wi ye
know = ken
looked = lokid
looked = lokid --- EXAMPLE: "I looked up." > "I lifte up me eye ledes and lokid ferther."
magic = hoodoo
naked = nøkkviðr
needle = bodkin
neither = nouther --- EXAMPLE: "Who know neither Latin nor French " > "That kan nouther latyn ne frensch "
No = Nay --- EXAMPLE: "No, I don't think so. " > "Nay, me thinks not. "
Nobody knew = not-knew nobody
Noontide = Da heicht o da day
NOTE: Extra words are often added. --- EXAMPLE: "Did you meet the new family next door?" > "Dids ya gets a chance to stop by and meets with thems new folk that move-ed in down yawn there next doors to ya, eh?"
NOTE: Extra words are often added. --- EXAMPLE: "He went to Rite-Aid to pick up his prescription" > "Hims did go to that yawn there new fangled store the new folks call that Rite Aid place, to gets himself some of thems there pills what the doctor gone and tells him to take each morning, a-yep, hims did."
old = olde --- EXAMPLE: "But educated and uneducated, old and young " > "Bot lered and lewed olde and yonge "
orange = o'jinn
out = oot --- EXAMPLE: "The cat wants to go out." > "The kat he do wants oot."
outside = oot dair
people = fokk --- EXAMPLE: "the people of Shetland " > "Shetland fokk "
people = folke --- EXAMPLE: "Look at all those people." > "Lookie at all thems folke."
poorly = febelly --- EXAMPLE: "Who know French very poorly " > "That kan frensch ful febelly "
Recognising = Recognisin --- EXAMPLE: "Recognising the bilingual nature of Shaetlan speakers " > "Recognisin da wye at Shaetlan spaekers is bilingual "
shield = skjoldr
Since = For --- EXAMPLE: "Since that is your native language " > "For that is youre kynde langage "
tell = telle --- EXAMPLE: "I'll tell you in English " > "In englysch tonge I schal you telle "
the = da, de, or is not used at all --- EXAMPLE: "I went to the store" > "Me goes to da shoppe" or "Me goes to da shoppe" or "Me goes to shoppe"
them = dem, dem dair --- EXAMPLE: "I went with them" > "Me goes wit dem dair"
there = dair --- EXAMPLE: "I want those potatoes" > "Me be wanting dem dair tatetas."
they = dey
To where = whither --- EXAMPLE: ""Where you go, I will go." " > ""Whither thou goest, I'll go."
understand = understonde
understand = understonden --- EXAMPLE: "Some understand English " > "And somme understonden englysch "
very = wicked --- EXAMPLE: "very good" > "wicked good"; "very bad" > "wicked bad"; "very cold" > "wicked cold"
Where = Whither --- EXAMPLE: "Where is the restroom? " > "Whither is the privy?"
Yes = Yea or Aye --- EXAMPLE: "Yes, I think so. " > "Yea, me thinks so. " or "Aye, me thinks so. "
For anyone actually interested in learning my native language, the Scottish government has THIS listed as the official dictionary of our people: https://static1.squarespace.com/static/61d7352954b7fd1c9dbdfef4/t/65ddb2749d5e0541a01009c0/1709027964496/Spaektionary_2024feb.pdf
The Scottish government provides this document to show our language in use: https://www.shetland.uhi.ac.uk/t4-media/one-web/uhi-shetland-images-and-documents/documents-/shaetlan/Shaetlan-Language-Plan-2022-Shaetlan.pdf
More information about our language can be found on this website: https://www.iheardee.com which is written in my native language.
However, there is also other reasons why words might be misspelled, or why I might not understand someone when they speak to me.
My grandmother Helen Ricker Allen, was from Unst, Shetland, Scotland, and she the one who raised me. She taught me to read and write, but it was Shetlain that she taught me. She died when I was 8 years old, and I was locked in a woodshed after her furneral, I escaped the woodshed 27 years later at age 31, and have been trying to learn how to speak and write English since then.
It is a very great struggle.
At age 37 I took remidial reading and speaking classes at Southern Maine Community College, but we are Gypsies and Gypsy men do not allow us Gypsy women to have education, and so, while at college, on November 14, 2013, I was beaten with a golf club, while I was 8 months pregnet, breaking my spine, hips, and knees, killing my baby and leaving me quardepaleic since.
Now my primary focus these past 13 years has been on relearning to use my hand so I could type... as of 2023, I have regained the use of my right thumb, and first two right fingers, and after 10 years offline, I am back online due to I can use three finguers.
I never went to school, so I do not know maths and numbers and sciences, and I do not know what else would have been taught to me in school. We are Scottish Gypsies and Gypsy culture does not allow females to go to school. Being born female was already a great sin, but my grandmother took great risk in teaching me reading and writing. At 4 years old I was punished by my Uncle Bruce for knowing how to read, by being beaten in the face with a cinder block brick, that broke my right jaw and left me with garbaled near-mute spoken words ever since.
Because no one ever spoke words to be face to face from he time I was 8 years old until I was 37 years old (I escaped the room at age 27, but did not start college until 37), I have no training in how to vocally sound out or speak the words I write or read. I can read words, but I do not know how to sound out or say those words. I can write words, but I do not know how to match the written word against the spoken word. I struggle to associate spoken words at all, or make them match up with writen words.
Esentially, written words and spoken words are two completly seperate languages in my brain, and I have difficulty understanding spoken words.
If you say a sentance to me with your mouth, chances are very high I will have ZERO understanding of what you said and I will not be able to ander you.
However, if you WRITE down that exact same sentabnce, I can understand you and can type a written responce to you.
My doctors tell me this is a side effect of extreme isolation and neglect and lack of human contact during my toddler, childhood, teen, and young adult years, and that my brain never deveoloped to comprehend spoken vocal words due to no one ever speaking to me in over three decades of the first half of my life.
While I can read and write, American English (somewhat) I do no know how words are sounded out, what they are supposed to sound like. I readand write by shape recognition, not by sound/vocal recognition, so when reading and writing I do no "hear the words in my head" as I am told most people do when they read and write. In other words... I see "c a t" and think "c-a-t" I do not think "cat" nor do I "see" an image of a cat, no do I "hear" the word cat spoken. I'm told that this is very rare and that most people read and write by sounding out the words and linking them to visual mind images, while hearing the sound of the word in their head. I neiher hear words in my head no see images of things in my head. I'm told this is what makes me both a speed reader and speed writer, because I'm not tripped up by hear sounds or seeing images in my head like nomal people would be doing... however, I'm also told this is why my spelling and grammar are very poor, because my brain is not hear the sounds of the words or seeing visual images of the objects the words represent, so my mind also does not register spelling and grammer errors at all.
As I was only let out of the woodshed on Sundays to go to the Cape Elezabeth Ward Church of the August Stake of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, I was never allowed to go to school or hospital either. No adults ever talked to me because I was evil for comitted the sin of being born female, so I never learned how to speak properly and do not know how to sound out words to say them.
I was 42 years old, in 2016 when, while having an MRI for my spine, the doctors found out my speak issue was caused by a broken jaw as a toddler that was healed wrong because not being allowed to go to doctors. I had surgury to fix that, and since 2016 have been trying to learn how to use my jaw and touge so I can speak vocal words now.
Since 2023 my primary focus shifted to relearning to walk. I can now, in 2026, sit up for 2 or 3 hours a day, and can sand with a cane for a few minutes, and can walk for around five thousand feet in 2 to 3 segments a day, with the help of pushing my wheelchair like a walker.
As of 2026, with a slight return to using my fingers and legs, I am once again focused on trying to learn the American English, but I live in mortal fear of my uncles and male cousins, as they are so hateful of allowing me to have education.
have no one to help me to know if I am doing words correctly, and as such, I have no way of knowing if there are spelling and grammar errors, but I asume there are, and I fix them when I learn them, but I do not know what I do not know and spelling American words is a thing I do bnot know.
I have Low Fucntioning Kanner's Syndrom, also known as "RainMan Type of Autism" aka REAL and ACTUAL Autism, not to be confused with Aspergers, High Functioning Autism, or and of thr 861 illnesses on the Autism Spectrum. An Autism Spectrum Disorder is an illness that has symptoms similar to Autism but IS NOT Autism. If you have an Autism Spectrum Disorder, it LITERALLY MEANS you do NOT have Autism.
I am medically diagnosed as "kanner's syndrome, actual autism, the rainman type, profoundly retarded autistic savant, with a general IQ of 73, and an writing IQ of 221" but they added that they did not know how to properly diagnose me as I am "technically a feral child" and they don't know "how much is the autism, and how much is simple horrific levels of abuse and neglect induced post traumatic stress disorder that will go away with proper socilization".
It means I know how to write, I can write a lot, and it is next to impossible for you to teach me how to do literally anythig else because my brain only knows how to write and doesn;t know how to do anything else..
There's a reason, when I do book signings, people are quick to say: "Okay, what's the joke? why is this stupid retard here? where's the real author? I know this retard isn't the author. where are you hiding the author, why is this fucking retard here"
The end result is, I have near zero social interaction... my 3 years in college was the ONLY face to face interaction I have ever had with humans in my entire life, and I struggle deeply to understand MOST words used by MOST people when they ask me question. And so I suffer from a huge lack of understanding many words people say to me, how to translate those words into spelling, and how to translate what it is that has been said.
The fact remains hat until there exists a human on this planet who is willing to sit down and teach me what words spoken line up with and match what words written, this deficent is unlily to improve. But the fact also remains, that I am simply far too profoundly retarded for anyone to even try to make any attempt at all even to speak a friendly "hgelloe" or "good morning" when passing me on the street, so I have lost all hope of anyone ever either being my friend, being willing to teach me how to match spoken words to written words, or how to speak to other humans.
While there are around 20k pages on this website, most of them are blocked from search engines, with only around 800 of them available for appearing in Google/Bing/etc search results. The remainder can only be accessed via the various links found throughout this site. This was done deliberately on my part, and I did it because the bulk of the pages on this website are chapters from 138 novels and 423 novellas, so only the first page of each novel and novella indexed by search engines, and the remainder are linked in order, one page at a time, via clicking "next page" at the end of each. So if you are looking for a specific page from a specific novel, Google can't help you.
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Do you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Avenue, Old Orchard Beach, Maine on August 8, 2013? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son on November 14, 2013 at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me July 26, 2016 at scarborough WalMart,... they arrived the first time with a backhoe on August 8, 2013, that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since....
... which means it is now only a few weeks from the 14th anniversary of my son's murder. I was 8 month pregnant November 14, 2013, and a student ay SMCC, and coming out of the Buglight Lighthouse art studio after art class, when a still unidentifiedwoman wielding a golf club attacked me, severed my spine, while I was 8 months pregnant, triggered early labour, then killed my son minutes after he was born.
While accusing me of being transgender, screaming "transvestite freak" and "look at that thing, that's Ken's son in a dress"... while I was 8 months pregnant.
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My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son and crippled me, arrived the first time with a backhoe that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since. |
The backhoe driver returned November 14, 2013, armed with a golf club, used it to break my spine and smash my baby's brains out on the ground
On November 14, 2013, my son was murdered. I was 8 months pregnant, leaving my college classroom, and just getting into my car, when 3 strangers, a man and two women, armed with golf clubs leapt out from behind my car screaming "kill or be killed, kill the transvestite freaks, kill them all before they kill us! look at that thing! That is Ken's son, look at how it's dressed! kill the transvestite freaks! kill or be killed"... while the bald man and the red haired woman chanted this over and over, the blonde woman, lunged with the golf club.
She severed my spine, I am now a quadriplegic, and been paralyzed arms and legs, and in a wheelchair for 13 years now. She broke my hips, my knees, my legs, ruptured most of my discs, and shattered three of my vertebrae so bad that the shards of bone acted like glass and embedded themselves into my spinal column nerve bundle.
The attack also triggered labour.
My son was born in that parking lot, and he lived only a couple of minutes, before the deranged blonde woman, beat his head in and smashed his brains out, with the same golfclub she had just used to sever my spine and leave me crippled for the rest of my life.
Realizing that I was not transgender, and they'd just murdered a baby, the man grabbed the 2 women and forcibly dragged them away to a 4 door white pickup truck, and they left me there to die.
The FBI told me later, that a few weeks before this attack, and transwoman, had murdered a cis woman, in a parking lot, abou 20 miles away from where I was attacked. The FBI, believes that my attackers, had somehow found out I wrote transgender fiction, connecting my real name to my penname, (my father's name is in fact "Ken", and I do have a brother) and believed that I wrote transgender fiction, because I was myself transgender, even though I'm not transgender. The FBI, believes the attackers, thought I was my brother, pretending to be a woman.
The FBI investigation, into my son's murder, has dragged on for 13 years, and still now in 2026, continues on, with the FBI, still not having yet identified my attackers, and only guessing at what their motive was.
Thus we come to 2014, and the full swing change of the series I write. WHY my series, went from just a transman main character living life, to the full blown Mpreg genre series that it now is today.
Before the attack, I had a chance of having a baby. I don't know. And because I'm in America, I'm too old to adopt. You have to be under 45 years old to adopt a baby. That is the law in America. I was informed this, when we tried to adopt, now that my injuries leave me unable to get pregnant a 9th time.
Thus began my obsessively writing, my transman main character, pregnant. Always pregnant now. Every time. Every story. Stories that now fully focus on pregnancy, labour, miscarriages, babies dying, babies living, raising babies... the whole series, since 2014 has devolved into an outright baby obsession.
Meanwhile, reborn baby dolls were suggested to me by my therapist, and have also become a deeply obsessive part of my life. Because 13 years ago my son was murdered minutes after he was born, because a transphobic bigot mistook me for being transgender, I'm STILL in a wheelchair, struggling to relearn to use my arms and legs, now 13 years later, and I'm still DAILY dealing with police officers and FBI agents who while they are trying to find my son's killer, they are also daily reminding me... oh, yeah, my son was murdered, literally ripped out of my belly, by a transphobe. Who still has not been located and walks free to kill again.
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The golfclub woman as she looked during the golf club attack at Southern Maine community college November 14, 2013. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 |
The golfclub woman as she looked during the shopping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart July 26, 2016. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 |
The 2nd woman as she looked at both attacks, her hair goes all the way down to her knees. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.  If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer's accomplice, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 |
Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
I am a legally blind quadriplegic, and low verbal, I have also published 138 novels in the last 48 years. It's not as impossible as people think. The problem being blind and quadriplegic, medically have different meanings then how those two words are used medically.
Fewer than 3% of all blind people see nothing. While 97% people who are classified as fully blind are able to see up to two feet in front of them. Legally blind means I can see more then two feet in front of me but not far enough to see twenty feet in front of me. In my case I can see about eight feet.
Quadriplegic, has varying levels, it means having a damaged nerve bundle in the spinal column causing limited mobility of all 4 limbs, (in my case this was done by a women wielding a golf club, who also beat my 8 month infant's head to pulp on the parking lot tarmak, at the same time she severed my spine with the same golf club; both on November 14, 2013; the FBI investigation into my son's murder and my being crippled has gone on now for 13 years, a few weeks away from 14 years now, and the FBI has still not identified the killer or her motive). Contrary to popular misconception, quadriplegic does NOT mean ZERO movement, it means means limited movement, specifically in means unable to lift arms over head, unable to grip fingers around objects to pick them up, and unable to stand for more then 5 minutes to a time. Because there are so many thousands of nerves in each limb it is actually very rare for there to be 100% no movement, but how much, and to what extent varies by patent depending upon the specific point of injury to the spinal column.
Meaning typing is still possible for over 60% of all quadriplegics.
In my case, it was the lower spine that was severed, cutting off completly my ability to move my right leg, leaving limited feeling in my left leg, and an ability to stand but not walk, with crutches, for the first 9 years. I regained enough nerve growth in my legs by the 9th year to be able to take ten or twelve steps allowing me to get out of bed for the first time since the golf club attack; This in turn lead to me being able to start using a wheelchair, as I was able to sit upright for the first time as well.
Because the shattered vertebrae bone fragments are broken off completly and embedded into the nerve bundle just above my tailbone, doctors were saying I would never walk again, but now at 13 years, I am able to push mu wheelchair like a walker, a distance of almost a thousand steps a day. Though doctors are still doubtful I will ever walk "normally" again, I have proven them wrong, when their said 13 years ago, that I would never walk again at all.
But because of the placement of the damage to my spine, regaining hand use, was always thought possible, it was just a matter of waiting long enough for nerve regrowth, along side daily finger exercises. I was able to continue writing, after becoming quadriplegic, because I still have use of my right thumb, and 2 fore figures of my right hand. And can type 90 words per minute with those 3 fingers.
I however have no wrist strength, elbow strength, or shoulder strength, so I am not able to form a fist, or lift objects, or brush my hair, or my teeth, all thing I have to have my caretaker do. But, those things are not needed for typing. Unfortunately, my pinky and ring fingers are "nerve dead" and drag over the keyboard, and cause horrific spelling errors and typos, which are incredibly frustrating to deal with.
Unfortunately trying to edit errors myself, just makes the errors worse, because those same two fingers drag over the keyboard yet again. Prior to the golf club attack, I rarely had spelling errors; now I got more spelling errors then someone is learning English as second language. Editing is a challenge, that I've had to accept, I simply can not do myself, and I have to hire several editors to help with that.
Low verbal means sounds can still be made, sounds that software programs like Dragon can be trained to recognize and translate, and type into full words. More then half my novels were typed with this method.
I still have a long ways to go before I am anything close to being able to do the things I could do before the golf club woman beat my baby's brains out and shattered my spine. And you know what's more frustrating then how slow mu medical progression has been? The fact that it's been 13 years and the police and FBI are still coming up at dead ends as to who the woman who murdered my baby was, or why she even did it.
My son's 14th birthday is only a few weeks away, but he didn't even get to live long enough to celebrate his 1st birthday, I don't even know why. And I can't wait to regain my ability to walk again, because regaining my ability to walk, means gaining the ability to go outside and start looking for my son's murderer myself instead of sitting at home trapped in a wheelchair waiting for the police and FBI to to find her. So, writing isn't a big priority for me anymore. I only write now, as a way to exercise my hands, in between relearning to walk.
Never let a disability stop you. Plenty of writers, artists, athletes, do not let either blindness, speech impediments, or limited mobility hold then back from perusing their careers.
Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
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Wendy Christine Allen, Old Orchard Beach's Autistic Author, Artist, Illustrator, & Art Car Designer Counting Down to the 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978) Yes, I am aware there are a lot of spelling errors on this site. No, I likely will not be fixing most of them. I have been quadriplegia/paralyzed arms and legs since November 14, 2013; As of 2026, I have regained use of two fully functional fingers on my right hand, and only stiff limited movement of all remained eight fingers. This causes most of the typos and spelling errors as my near-dead pinky and ring fingers tend to drag over the other letters on the keyboard. Attempts to correct errors, often causes more errors for the same reason. Much of my writing is also speech to text, but I have "profound low functioning, non-verbal kanner's syndrome aka autism aka the rainman type" (that is what the medical diagnosis called it), I have the medically diagnosed retarded type of autism, that medical doctors mean when they say "real and actual autism", I do not have the cool trend self diagnoses tiktok type of "autism". What this means is, in spite of five decades of trying, I have very limited vocal speaking abilities and a lower then average vocabulary, that leaves my speaking ability around the level of a 4 or 5 year old child; I do not know math or money or clocks and. I also, was raised by a Shetland Scottish Grandmother (Helen Ricker Allen) until her death when I was 8 years old, and she did not speak American, she spoke Shetland/Scottish, Shetlandic, which is a Nordic language, different from Scotts Language, not related to Gaelic which is what many Scottish speak, and while classified as a type of Scottish English is is considered "Olde medieval Norse" dialect of Scottish English and spoken by fewer then two thousand people as of 2026. It is the language of Scottish Travelling Gypsies, which is what we racial are. I was 31 years old first time I ever heard American English, and only started to learn American English at 42 years old. Right now in 2026 at 51 years old, I am able to speak American English on around the level of an 8 year old child, and greatly do not understand over 90% of American words, American slang, and American media references. What this means is, OFTEN words you think are spellt wrong (like color vs colour, or traveling vs travelling, are in fact NOT spelt wrong, because I use Scottish spellings) and often when I hear an American word, I spell it phonetically because I do not know the correct American spelling. Likewise we Scottish do not have words like my or your, and so say me and you, in places where Americans would say my and your. I also use Scottish word meanings, not American word meanings, for example Unicorn means a blood thirsty flesheating shapeshifting sea creature that comes on land and pretends to be a wounded horse to lure in humans to eat, it can only be captured by a virgin. But when I say Unicorn, a word I frequently use, because I write Unicorn folkloric short stories... I find that most Americans connect Unicorns to children's cartoons, gay pride, or swinging sex lives... I struggle to understand who in their right mind thought the most bloodthirsty monster of Scotland folklore was good fodder for children's cartoons or "sex positive" mascots, me thinks Americans need to brush up on the lore of Unicorns using their horns as sword to stabbed people's eyes out, while gallopping through swamps with rows of bloody Human heads hanging from their backs via braids made of Human entrails... really, why did Americans thinks a monster like a Unicorn was fit for children's cartoons or sex positivity? Americans is weird. All this to say... speech to text software, struggles badly with my thick Shetland accent, my slurred Autism speech impediment, and causes additional misspellings and typos because it can not figure out what words I am trying to say. And while I could take the time time to run all of it through a spell checker, that does require better hand mobility then I have, to copy the text from one program to the next and manually click each word, with finger mobility that I simply do not have, but also, most of my time is spent in trying to relearn to walk, and if you are local, you've probably seen this as I'm a stubborn bitch who refused to accept the doctor disnosis that I will never walk again, so, I walk around the block every day pushing my wheelchair, refusing to sit in my wheelchair, and... ...it's taking me 13 years to do it, but, I'm not actually able to stand up and make it all the way around the block now, and my focus on trying to relearn to walk is far more important to me, then catering to your pampered arse by fixing spelling errors, when there are far bigger problems to worry about in life, the spelling errors made by a quadriplegic who is typing this with her only two functioning fingers. Also, in recent years, I've watched the internet devolve into a mindless clusterfuck of ChatGPT written everything. Everyone sounds the same online these days, because no writes their own work anymore. Every website out there has become a carbon copy of each other, because they are all be written by ChatGPT now. I think ChatGPT makes a funny thing to chat with in your spare time, so you can laugh at the hilarity of how inaccurate it's responses are... but I am horrified that people are using AI for serious writing, writing they publish and try to pass off as their own. We live in a society where people people are forgetting how write. Heck I can read and write cursive, calligraphy, italic, short hand, and editor's marks, also edit my books by hand diagraming every sentence, and that... start walking around your neighbourhood and ask anyone under 30 if they sentence diagraming IS, let alone how to do it. So yes, I CAN spell check, and no I don't, for anything but my novels and short story collections, I spell check when it matters... and this is a website, not a printed book... but also, I am just getting so damn fucking fed up with endless AI writing online, so, no, I'm not going to fix errors and typos on my website, and you can bitch about that all you want (yes, I do get your messages, I just don't answer anyone in private) but, honey, maybe instead of bitching over my spelling errors, be thankful is still at least one website on the internet that still being written by a Human now in 2026 when ChatGPT writes over 70% of all posts online. |
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Not sure what the series is about? Check out and Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post and Worldbuilding MoonQuakes and Disabled Characters for Fantasy Writers and How well do I know Quaraun? - Let's find out! to find out more about the plot and lore of the series. Not sure which story to start with? These here are good places to start, to get a good introduction to the three main characters:
Or if after reading those, you still are looking for more free to read stories, there are over three thousand of them on this site, too many to list here, but here a few dozen to get you started... ...you can just jump in and try reading some of the free to read online stories first before committing to buying the books:
Hmmm... soooo... I was making the above list to ALL the links to EVERY Quaraun story published on my website here, and adding it into the footer of my site, here as you can see, which loads on every page, and then I realized... wait... there are over two thousand Pink Necromancer stories up free to read on my website, I can't put two thousand links on every single page! Whoops! LOL! So, now I'm putting list to ALL the links to EVERY Quaraun story published on my website here on this page instead and just link that page to the footer instead. But also I'll just leave some of the links in the footer, as you can see above.
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Yes, this website (founded in 1996) is old enough to have WebRings on it, and they are still in use.
Don't know what a WebRing is?
They were how we webmasters used to get traffic to our websites before the invention of search engines (aka before Jeeves, DogPile, Yahoo. Google, Bing, or the rest existed). In their simplest form a WebRing is an html code that rotates link displays. In their more advanced form they are java scripts that give random results. Each ring had three active links titled "Previous", "Random", and "Next", clicking any of the 3 links would take you to the next website in the ring.
Web Rings are the REASON the internet was called "the world wide web". To use them, each webmaster submitted their site to the ring, a single code held 100 websites, and codes could be stacked to hold 100 code sets (or 10,000 links to 10,000 websites), each web master in the list, would then place the code in the footer of their website.
This created the SPIDER WEB that was the literal WEB OF LINKS that gave the internet it's name "World Wide Web" and is WHY websites are CALLED "web sites". And technically, your site is not a WEB site unless it is connected to a WEBRing, likewise you technically are not a WEBMaster if you do not build WEBrings links for you WEBsite to connect to the WEB.
Unfortunately, most knowledge of WebRings, and whi sites were called WEBsites and sites on the WEB were called the World Wide Web, vanished from the internet in 2014 when the official WebRing.org company who managed 90%+ of the internet's WebRings went out of business after the infamous Google Panda 2013 bot attack that delisted ALL websites from the Google Index if they contained a WebRing of links to other websites in it's footer.
And while most sites abandoned the use of WebRing Codes on their sites, Space Dock 13 did not. The Space Dock 13 WebRing remains active, now 28 years after it's creation. Over the decades however, one by one all the other websites in the ring have gone off line, and as they did, I replaced the url with a link to a page of my own website (as this is a java code - it updated on every website without the others needing to change anything). Today in 2026, eelkat.com is the last remaining website in the ring, and now all 10k links go only to pages on eelkat.com, no longer sending you to other websites.
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Do you have information about my son's murder and need the FBI contact information:
If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322
If anyone contacts you saying 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, is for sale, know that they are lying to you... it is my land, and it has been in my family since 1531... and the ONLY person whom has EVER gone around saying it is for sale, is a woman who the FBI believes to be the same woman who murdered my son.
My son is buried here, and the FBI believes she is trying to buy my land in order to destroy his grave and destroy evidence of his murder.
Since my son's murder November 14, 2013, every year dozens of real estate agent show up all with a story of a female developer who is offering them MILLIONS of dollars for my lot of land that is only 1/4 of an acre and is not big enough to develop.
When shown police sketches of my son's murderer, the real estate agents say "Yes, that's the woman who hired me to buy 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine", but then the woman disappears and the real estate agents never hear from her again... all contact information she gave them turns out to be fake.
The woman who murdered my son, is DESPERATELY trying to buy 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine... this is the woman to watch out for... and this is what she did:
Looking to find out more about my son's murder, that information is on these pages:
Answering the questions:
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Why can't I find any news reports about this?
Maine has well over a thousand murder cases that have never been in the news.
I found this out after my son was murdered November 2013, and a year later I found out it had never been in the news, even though I was hounded for weeks by news people. I went to each of the over a dozen TV stations and newspapers whom had showed up at the hospital and asked why they had never published any report after all the trouble they had gone through to (in some cases illegally) het into the hospital to interview me.
in every case they said some version of "well, it just wasn't news worthy, there was nothing we could use to get views". Really? These were big news stations, channel 13, 6, 8, Portland Press Herald, Bangor Daily...
What exactly was it they claimed was "not news worthy"?
I'll tell you.
On November 14, 2013, my son was murdered. At Southern Maine Community College in the parking lot of The Buglight Art Studio beside the Spring Point Lighthouse.
I was 8 months pregnant, leaving my college classroom, and just getting into my car, when 3 strangers, a man and two women, armed with golf clubs leapt out from behind my car screaming "kill or be killed, kill the transvestite freaks, kill them all before they kill us! look at that thing! That is Ken's son, look at how it's dressed! kill the transvestite freaks! kill or be killed"... while the bald man and the red haired woman chanted this over and over, the blonde woman, lunged with the golf club.
She severed my spine, I am now a quadriplegic, and been paralyzed arms and legs, and in a wheelchair for 13 years now. She broke my hips, my knees, my legs, ruptured most of my discs, and shattered three of my vertebrae so bad that the shards of bone acted like glass and embedded themselves into my spinal column nerve bundle.
The attack also triggered labour.
My son was born in that parking lot, and he lived only a couple of minutes, before the deranged blonde woman, beat his head in and smashed his brains out, with the same golfclub she had just used to sever my spine and leave me crippled for the rest of my life.
Realizing that I was not transgender, and they'd just murdered a baby, the man grabbed the 2 women and forcibly dragged them away to a 4 door white pickup truck, and they left me there to die.
The FBI told me later, that a few weeks before this attack, and transwoman, had murdered a cis woman, in a parking lot, abou 20 miles away from where I was attacked. The FBI, believes that my attackers, had somehow found out I wrote transgender fiction, connecting my real name to my penname, (my father's name is in fact "Ken", and I do have a brother) and believed that I wrote transgender fiction, because I was myself transgender, even though I'm not transgender. The FBI, believes the attackers, thought I was my brother, pretending to be a woman.
The FBI investigation, into my son's murder, has dragged on for 13 years, and still now in 2026, continues on, with the FBI, still not having yet identified my attackers, and only guessing at what their motive was.
Oh yeah, and I've been quadriplegic for 13 years.
oh yeah one more thing, same trio, they also found out where i lived in Old Orchard Beach and drove a backhoe over my house as well.
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146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach, Maine... July 4, 2013 vs August 8, 2013 |
I have been homeless and quadriplegic for 13 years, and right now it's just a few weeks away from both my son's 14th birthday and the 14th anniversary of the day he was murdered, both of which happened the same day.
Explain to me what about any of that is "not newsworthy"?
I did find out WHY it was deemed not newsworthy. "it would negatively impact tourism" was their reason. The College at Fort Prebble is a tourist destination. The lighthouse at the college is a tourist destination. My house on Portland ave is situated on the primary road to the beach that is a tourist destination.
The news reporters explained to me that, they risked losing their jobs if they publicised "negative news" occurring in these sorts of tourist destination spots.
My son's murder wasn't in the news, because it might cause tourists to stop visiting that lighthouse. That was the reason the reporters gave me.
How often are there things not being reported on just so businesses don't lose tourist money?
How often does this happen? A lot, I've since found out. In trying to find other mothers of murdered children to interact with... I found five others JUST in Old Orchard Beach, whom the murders were not in the news, and all of them happened after my son's murder. I found 2 such mothers in Scarbourogh, their children's murders not in the news. I found over a dozen more in the Bar Harbore area, also all not in the news.
It's a very disturbing trend here in Maine, one that I never would have found out about had my own son not been murdered.
One thing's very clear: in Maine you can get away with murdering a child, if you do it in a big tourist location, because news stations REFUSE to report any crime occurring in tourist locations.
Fuck torists.
I don't give a shit about your precious tourist money.
My son was murdered and I want his killer found... and I am VERY displeased with the deplorable way news stations try to bury child murders in Maine, just to appease tourist funded businesses.
And if you're one of those lunatic jackass bullshitting alien abduction UFO freaks, looking for haunted cars, Stephen King, cryptids, or EBEs, first off, you can go fuck yourselves. I am so damned sick of you conspiracy brained motherfuckers harassing my family and turning my son's murder case into a circus of you psycho deranged bullshit. Here's some pages for you:
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