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The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane
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The Ties That Bind Us:

You've Only Known Our World Through The Eyes of a Madman

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Please Note: The Quaraun Series Is Rated M18+ and you must be 18 or older to buy it.

Why is the Quaraun Series Rated M18+?

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You can Find out more about the main characters here:

• Quaraun the Insane
• BoomFuzzy the Unicorn
• GhoulSpawn the Crazed

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Please note, this site is the Home Site for The Adventures of The Pink Necromancer aka The Quaraun Series.

The Quaraun series is a set of 130 Fantasy novels about a suicidal, drug addicted, serial killing, transvestite wizard.

Due to the content of the books, you must be 18 or older to buy them and they are sold under M18+ ratings in countries that require book ratings on the cover.

Most pages on EelKat.com are either sample chapters from these Dark Fantasy Yaoi novels or how-to advice and Q&As about writing Dark Fantasy Bizarro Yaoi, and thus many pages feature mention of suicide, drug use, cutting, depression, BDSM fetishes especially CBT, schizophrenia, ritual murder, and thus many pages are probably NSFW.

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By Wendy C Allen

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

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

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@eelkat 1964 #Dodge 330 that people call "Goldeneagle" or "world's most haunted car" #maine #artcar #volvo #antiquecars ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

Wendy Christine Allen, 2019, able to sit up in a chair for the first time in years, and able to raise up my arm and wiggle fingers. This was when I started playing Witcher 3 on Twitch as part of my physical therapy to regain finger movement. Playing Witcher 3 daily from 2016 to 2019, is how I regained the use of my thumb and two for fingers on my right hand... it is also why I stopped playing Witcher 3 in 2019, once I had strengthen my two forefingers enough to start typing again. Wendy Christine Allen, Old Orchard Beach's Autistic Author, Artist, Illustrator, & Art Car Designer Counting Down to the September 23, 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978) If you are here looking for The Twighlight Manor series, The Crystonite Wars series, The Wild Years series, The White Rock Asylum for the Criminally Insane series, The Twisted Tales series, the Captured By a MerMan series, The Space Dock 13 series, The Kats of Planet Ptarmagin series, the stories about Miss Citten the Eel-Kat, or the stories about Etiole... ALL of those series were combined and consolidated into The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane Pink Necromancer series in 2014, so ALL the different series, are now under one series title. List of the published titles still in print: The Index of over three thousand stories in The Pink Necromancer series What the series is about, for those new here: The introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series.

If you want some stories to get you started in The Pink Necromancer series, reading these first will give you a good introduction to the 3 main characters: BoomFuzzy's Chowder Dilemma If your ass ain’t freezing or your brains ain’t scrambled, you’re ain’t really trying A Very Important Clump of Grass The Washer Woman & The Fae Absinthe Slushies: An Ode to Frozen Green Fairy Wine Bone Dice Excited For The New Baby Zwodder: A Drowsy Stupid State of Mind Pink Sheep, Cheesy Burritos, and The Grim Reality of Zombies Open Grave The Phooka's Dragon School The Moon Goddess Laughs From The Rooftops The Jar of Pickled Toes The Book Burning Maggots, a You Can't Spell Hatred Without Red Hats A Day In The Life of a Bumbling Necromancer The Three-Seventeen Pee Expedition

My Elves Are JellyFish...and I asked Google AI and ChatGPT 5.6 what they thought of this.

As requested, my daily writing prompt series is now available print paperback editions on Amazon.

365 Cozy Writing Prompts For Fantasy Writers Vol.1: Daily Writing Prompts Series For Writers of Serial Pulp Fiction

365 Cozy Writing Prompts For Fantasy Writers Vol.2: Daily Writing Prompts Series For Writers of Serial Pulp Fiction

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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:

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

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

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

• No, I do not believe in aliens. Stop contacting me to ask for alien information. If you believe in aliens, I think you are insane, retarded, or both.

• No, my car is not haunted. I've debunked that rumour many times now. . Stop contacting me to ask for haunted car information. If you believe in haunted cars, I think you are insane, retarded, or both.

• No, I am not connected to Stephen King. I didn't even know who he was until you idiots started contacting me asking about him. I had to look him up on Google to find out what you were even talking about! If you have questions about Stephen King, go contact him and ask him. I'm not him. I don't know him. I know nothing about him. I've never read one of his books. I've never seen one of his movies. I can't figure out why you people are even coming to me to ask about him in the first place!

1. If someone told you I believe in aliens, if someone told you my car was haunted, if someone told you I was connected to Stephen King, you NEED to contact the FBI agent in charge of my son's murder investigation and TELL HIM WHO it was who told ou, exactly WHAT it was they said, HOW they contacted you, WHERE they contacted you... because it is a KNOWN FACT that my son's murderer is the one who started all these slanderous alien, haunted car, Stephen King rumours, and the FBI is trying to catch her.

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

Do you know who this woman is?

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

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

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

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.

@eelkat part 9 of 10 #dogwalk around the block (Maine st, Elm st, South street, Bradbury st) #Biddeford #Maine #night #fbiinvestigation #truecrimetiktok ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

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

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

Video explains what else she's done ...

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

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. @eelkat part 7 of 10 #dogwalk around the block (Maine st, Elm st, St Mary's, Dunkin, South street, Bradbury st) #Biddeford #Maine #night #plannedparenthood ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author If you encounter anyone claiming I believe in aliens or was an alien abducttee, please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

@eelkat part 4 of 10 #dogwalk around the block (Maine st, Elm st, St Mary's, Dunkin, South street, Bradbury st) #Biddeford #Maine #night #library ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author If you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. 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!

The Ties That Bind Us:

You've Only Known Our World Through The Eyes of a Madman


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"What has he told you I was?" Harrier asked the trio.

"He calls you a prison guard," GhoulSpawn answered. "He says you keep him locked up, in White Rock."

"You are him, younger, yes?"

"Yeah."

"So you know how he thinks. How his mind works... or doesn't. Seeing how he is you. He is what you become."

"I guess."

"And you are from the future. You're not actually from the 1400s, you just live here for whatever reason."

"Yeah."

"So you know modern terms. You know medical terms, that the rest of the people in this era have never heard of."

"Yeah."

"What has he told you White Rock was?"

"He says it's a prison."

"Has he ever mentioned.... a lobotomy?"

"Yeah. He says he had one. More then once. And always against his will."

"A lobotomy is a medical procedure."

"Yeah. So?"

"Have you ever heard of a prison doing it?"

"Who knows what happens in the future."

"Good point."

Harrier sighed. Looked down at Gremlin, laying on the bed and then sat down in the chair beside Dr. Triten.

"Dr. Triten works for me. He's a physician. A very good one. Do you think a prison guard, would employ a doctor?"

"Again. You're very far in the future. And you admit the world has vastly changed."

"Hmmm. You're from the 1970s, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then you know about hospitals."

"Yeah."

"Have you ever heard of schizophrenia?"

"Yeah."

"And do you know what a psychiatrist is?"

"Yeah."

"GhoulSpawn, I'm a psychiatrist. And I'm also the chief administrator of a hospital named The White Rock Asylum For The Criminally Insane."

"Is he a criminal?"

"No."

"Most of the patients in White Rock are."

"Then why's he there? Why not some other mental health institute?"

"Because he's not Human. And White Rock is the only hospital left on the planet that will treat None Humans. Originally, all our patients were criminals, serial killers mostly, it's what he specialize in. But that was a long time ago. There are very few Non-Humans these days. I am 1 of only 5 Phookas left on the planet. He is the last Uruisg. Antaras is the last Each-Utsy. If there are any Gnomes, Dwarves, Giants, Leprechauns, Dragons, or Pixies left, they're well hidden. And you know things are bad when ALL the Elves are banded together: Blood Elves, Feral Elves, Wood Elves, High Elves, Half-Elves. About 10,000 of them, huddled together in one terrified community, just behind the Twighlight Manor. All the Elves in the world. They're the last. Living in a down star ship, they haven't set foot outside in decades. They don't dare to. That's the world we live in now. The Human have control of everything. And when they find one of us, they put us in a cage. On display. Freak shows. There's big money in that these days. And that's Humans care about. Money. Power. Control. If things continue as they are, within a hundred years, they'll be no Non-Humans left. That's why he's in White Rock. Outside of The Twighlight Manor and the VISION-D8, it's the only safe place left for non-Humans."

"So he not a prisoner?"

"No. He's my patient. Not my prisoner. He has schizophrenia. He sees things that aren't there, is chased by hallucinations that are trying to kill him, lives in mortal fear of invisible paranoias that don't exist, and write on walls, when he... runs out of other things to write on. He was an LSD addict for most of his life and, somewhere along the line he... took too much, fried his brain. We try to help him. But... as you can see... he lives in a world, that only exists in his head. I can't even begin to imagine the nightmare he walks through every day of his life, just trying to escape the things that no one else can see."

"You're saying he's crazy."

"I'm saying he has a serious mental illness that is compounded by damage due to a drug overdose and was further made worse by a lobotomy that I was against him being given. He's very sick and needs help. And he's good about getting it. Usually. But sometimes he forgets to take his medication and he gets like this. And then we have to back to square one to try to get him back on it again. When he's on his medication he's fine. When he's like this, he can become dangerous. More to himself then others."

"So, how did he get injured? Are you saying he did this to himself?"

"No. No. Unfortunately, he right. This time. The guards did beat him up. I reviewed the video footage. Security cameras. He saw... well... he thought he saw a little boy being beaten up by several grown men."

"Did he?"

"Yes. And no."

"What do you mean, yes and no?"

"Sunta. He saw Sunta. Another patient. He escaped. Sunta is a criminal. A serial killer. He's... he's why we built White Rock. He's the patient that we keep in the Inner Sanctum. A cell, inside of a cell, inside of cell, inside of room, inside of a room, many cells deep, many room deeps, so many locks, so many barriers. So many wizards, so many scientists, gathered together to build and impenetrable cell, to contain a creature, unlike anything the world has ever seen. Some people call him a god. From what I've seen, they may be right."

"A Demon?"

"An Elf. A very dangerous Elf. Poor thing. I hate solitary confinement. I try not to use it unless absolutely necessary. But with him... it was more than necessary. Cheka abuses him."

"Cheka?"

"One our doctors."

"Gremlin's mentioned him."

"Yes. Cheka. Our lobotomy happy doctor. Poor Sunta. He got worse after the lobotomy."

"How did Gremlin get hurt? His leg's almost cut off."

"He tried to help Sunta. He's very dangerous. Greymorse, didn't know the other patient, didn't know Sunta, didn't know what was going on, he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. And I fear it'll not bode well with his mental state. And he's been doing so well of late. Poor thing. This is going to set my work so very far."

"How did that happen to his leg?"

"He saw another patient, Sunta, being beaten up. He's deceptively old, Sunta is, but he looks like a little boy. He's a wizard who uses glimmer spells to hide what he really looks like. He was injured, centuries ago. Very vain. He was burned. His face disfigured, so, now he reinvented himself, with glimmer spells, as a 15 year old boy. It's an illusion. He's been in White Rock a few hundred years now, and yet Sunta's always a 15 year old boy. He never gets older. Greymorse, thought he saw a little boy being beaten up by several grown men, and he tried to help, not knowing the boy was not a boy and that the boy was in fact and escaped serial killer whom the guards were trying to capture. They attacked Greymorse with more force then they needed to and sadly, once they got him down, they didn't stop, and, well, you can see what they did to him."

"How did they do that to his leg?"

"A night stick."

"A night stick? Did that?"

"Yes. A big guard, strong arms, carrying a big night stick. He came as Greymorse from behind, went right for his leg. Greymorse is old. And he's not in good health. His bones are brittle. And he's a sheep. Hind legs of a sheep are not, not strong and sturdy like a Human leg bone is. The bone broke easily, under the circumstances."

"I know I have the legs of a sheep, but how the hell do hit someone that hard. The bone's cut clean off!"

"You have to understand, the type of patient our guards are trained to deal with. Like I said. Most of them are prisoners. Most of them are serial killers. Most of them are cannibals or at least will eat Humans. The guards are trained very specifically to take an escaped prisoner down by any means necessary without killing them. And it's a proven fact that the best way to disable a dangerous criminal is to take out one of their legs."

"You said he's not a criminal."

"Yes. That s correct. Greymorse is not a criminal. But he was helping an escaped criminal."

"But you said he didn't know that."

"That also is true. Like I said. It was a mistake that Greymorse got hurt. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time and well see to it that this is fixed. After Dr. Vangoneese, Dr. Triten is our best doctor. Greymorse will walk again. It'll take time, but reattaching a leg is not that difficult for us. Our medicine is quite far advanced from what you have back here in the 1400s."

"Why do you keep calling him Greymorse?"

"His name is Greymorse Liore."

"I don't have a name. I never did."

"You do. Your name is Greymorse Liore."

"My father got sent away, my mother died, and her family only ever called me GhoulSpawn."

"You were 9 years old when your father left. 15 when your mother died. You had a name. You just forgot it."

"And how do you known what it is my name supposedly is?"

"It's a long story that is not important right now. You know too much about your future already.

"So what about all the things he's told us over the years. Ongadada and needing the change the past to change the future..."

"He probably told you the truth. He's not in the habit of lying. Even when he's talking crazy, he at least believes he's telling the truth. And usually he is telling the truth on some level, it's just his perception is warped. He's not trying to be deceitful. The Battle of Ongadada did happen, the Kats did hire him to open portals and zip back and forth through time trying to change things. Time travel didn't help his mind any. It's not easy to go back and forth through time and hold on to one's sanity. You start getting a guilty conscious of 'what if i had caused this' or 'what if Hitler rose up, because I went back and changed that thing which was not connected to Hitler at all'?"

"Hitler?" Quaraun asked.

Harrier looked to GhoulSpawn: "You understand the reference?"

"Hitler killed millions of people, because they weren't white enough, weren't Christian enough."

"Think of Ongadada, like Hitler, but on a larger scale, and then expand it, multiply it to multiple planets, of multiple solar systems, and instead of 20 million lives lost, 31 billion lives taken."

"You mean Ongadada?"

"Yes. Ongadada. If you could go back in time and stop Hitler from killing 20 million people, would you? Do you know people have tried and couldn't. Do you know why? Because he wasn't an evil man. He loved dogs and children and art. He was a vegetarian, and an artists. A kind, gentle soul. He had friend and family. And never missed church on Sunday. But like everyone, he had a breaking point. Do you know what his breaking point was? A little beagle. A little dog. He loved that dog. And one day, a soldier, just back from war, boasting to his friends, how good he was with a gun... walked into his neighbours yard, and for no reason other then to show off to his friends, blew the dog's head off with a gun. He was Jewish. that was the breaking point. Hitler made up his mind, to get revenge for the senseless murder of his beloved little begal, by killing every last Jew on the planet."

"So, you're saying, Hitler, evilest Human to ever walk the face of the Earth, wasn't evil and was actually a good person?"

"No."

"Than what are you saying?"

"I'm saying everyone has someone who loves them. Every one loves someone. And only through great love, can come great hate. The purest evil on the planet, can only come from the purest good. This the nature of life. Do you know how many times, poor Gremlin has come back here, to kill the evilest man to ever walk the face of the Earth, and returns back to us, without doing what he set out to do."

"Has he tried to kill Hitler?"

"No. Quaraun."

"He comes back here to kill Quaraun?"

"Yes."

"I don't understand."

"Once upon a time, there was a family. A father with two sons he loved very much. Their mother was very dear to him. She was pregnant with their third child, and one day, two soldier walked into their home, and for no reason at all, killed the young mother and her unborn child. There was no motive. They just did it to show off to their friends. The two boys, ran after the soldiers. Their father was in shock over what he'd just seen. That few seconds, those few seconds where he didn't move, that the time we need to change. We need him to turn around and grab his sons. Don't let them follow the soldiers, Once they've followed the soldiers it's too late. By the time he reacts, they're already dead. That was the breaking point. Not his wife or the baby, but his two sons, whom he loved dearly. Because of those two boys, he killed 31 billion people. Men. Women. Children. Humans. Non Humanes. It didn't matter any more. He just killed them all. And watching him do that... that's your breaking point. GhoulSpawn ceased to exist after Ongadada. Gremlin took his place. Gremlin continually goes back in time to that point, trying to change it. He's over burdened with guilt. Save the world, kill his friend. He can't do it. That's what happened to his mind. That's why he's like this now."

"Is your world as bad as he says it is?"

"Probably. If fact it's probably worse. You've only seen our world through the eyes of a mad man, broken by guilt and grief. He can't see the world beyond his own little realm of existence. He doesn't see the bigger picture. The big picture is too scary for him. He's too busy focused only on the small details, and only those that affect him directly. The world's a big place, and he's a hermit whose not seen much of it. I doubt if the our world as he's painted it for you, is even half the horror, of what our world really is. He doesn't watch the news. He doesn't read the papers. He doesn't know what's going on out there. The world is far worse than even his morbid mind could imagine."

"Then why can't we do anything now to stop it from happening?"

"If you tried to go back in time to kill Hitler, you could probably do it. Because you didn't personally know him. But what if Hitler was your family, your best friend, your lover. You wouldn't see him the same way the world did. And you wouldn't be able to stop him, no matter how much you tried, because love always comes first. If you loved an ideal, you would the ideal before your family and you could kill your wife and children for that ideal. If you loved a god, you would put that god before your family, and when that god tells you to slit your wife's throat, you'll do it no questions asked, because you love the god more then you loved your family. Quaraun loved his children, do you know how they died?"

"He killed them."

"Did he ever tell you how? What exactly it was that he did? He poisoned them. And when they were asleep, he gutted them. Disemboweled them. Cut out their hearts. Cut off their heads. Children. 4 and 9 years old. His own children. And after that he turned on his wife. But he didn't kill her. Not yet. First, he killed her lover. His own father. And he eat him. Quaraun's not just a murderer, he's a cannibal. Then he killed his wife. And he ate her too. You live with a monster GhoulSpawn, and you know that. You've seen it. You've seen him kill. You know what he's capable of. But you love him, so you can't stop him. You want to, but you love him, more then life itself. Quaraun's a serial killer and you know that. You ignore it. And because you try to push it aside and pretend it isn't happening, this..."

Harrier pointed to Gremlin.

"This is what is gonna happen to you. This is your future. After Quaraun's dead, and you've had time to think, enough time away from him, to forget how much you loved him, and see for the first time, the monster the rest of the world sees him as... you'll be so overcome with guilt, that you'll finally find the determination you need to find a way to harness the portals, to go back in time, hundreds of times, with one goal: kill Quaraun. But you'll never be able to do it. You'll always come back, with less sanity then you left will. You'll drive yourself mad, trying to stop him, and continually failing, because you love him too much to hurt him."

"So your saying there's nothing we can do to change the future?"

"No. The future does change. Every time he comes back here, the future does change."

"How would you know?"

"Because I'm a Faerie. And I live in White Rock. And White Rock doesn't exist on Earth. The Humans can't see it. White Rock is in the Realm of Fae. What he changes on Earth, changes only on Earth. It doesn't effect other dimensions. So we see the changed. But the Humans, they do not know any change happened."

"What if Ongadada's not what we needed to change?"

"What would you change?"

"The events before it. The events that lead up to it."

"You'd have to go back, to before BoomFuzzy died. And you've already done that. You already tried. Ask Quaraun. The day Gibedon died. When Gibedon stabbed BoomFuzzy. That knife was meant for Quaraun. The way Quaraun tells it... a shadowy figure, suddenly appears and pulled him out of the way. Dragged him to the other side of the room, just as Gibedon grabbed BoomFuzzy and dragged him upstairs. Do you remember that, Quaraun?"

Harrier looke past GhoulSpawn to Quaraun, who had remained silent this whole time.

"I remember," Quaraun said. "But I've never talked to you before."

"You talk to me every day. I'm one of the few people you will talk to. I think, because I'm a Phooka."

"We only ever meet you once before."

"Well that's not important right now. The man you describe as the shadowy figure. You didn't know who it was. And he wouldn't let you upstairs. And you didn't know why. That was GhoulSpawn. He changed history. The world was different before he did that."

"What changed?"

"It doesn't matter. What's done is done."

"Why wouldn't it matter? The world changed. Life changed. Life matters."

Harrier smiled.

"Do you really believe that Quaraun? That life matters."

"Yes, I do."

"Sunta doesn't. He just wants every one to die."

"Who is Sunta?"

"A little boy. A strange little boy. The one Gremlin tried to save, when he saw the guards hit him. The guards who broke his legs, because he tried to help Sunta. Which unfortunately he did. He helped Sunta escape and I don't think he knew he did it. Did you Greymorse?"

Harrier looked over at Gremlin.

"Not talking to me? Alright. Have it your way. You usually do."

"You lied to me," Gremlin said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I've never lied to you."

"I saw him."

"Sunta? I know you did. That wasn't suppose to happen."

"Why?"

"Because you, like your father, keep changing the world. And the less you know about the world the better. You got a Messiah complex. You can't stop trying to save the world."

"I just want to be with my family."

"I know."

Harrier was interrupted by a ringing sound that startled those from the 1400s and was nothing unfamiliar to the ones from the 21 century. 

Harrier pulled out something akin to a cell phone and a familiar voice came through on the other side.

"What do you want, Spriggan?" Harrier asked the cat.

"We seem to have found the source of the portal."

"And?"

"It's coming from the Twighlight Manor itself."

"Not that surprising, seeing how it opened up in the front parlor."

"It's still open, and Roderic is... you know... being Roderic."

"Meaning?"

"He says the house is alive."

"He's always saying the house is alive."

"Nooooo, not like this. He says she's awake and is... eating people."

"Has anyone gone missing?"

"No one else no. There's no sign of Sunta anyhere, Sir. I think he went through the portal."

"That's not what I wanted to hear."

"He's not with the Gremlin?"

"No."

"What do we do?"

"I don't know. No. I do know. I just don't want to do it. How is Phozeen?"

"Irritable. He's changing fast."

"He would. He's a Ratzin. The infestation will spread quick in him. The change normally takes years, he'll probably change in a matter of days. Spriggan. Watch your back. If someone in the Twighlight Manor opened the portal... there's not many people there who know how to open portals."

"You got a list of people who can open portals?"

"Other then the Gremlin? Phozeen, but it wasn't him, he can't do time portals, he only does wormholes, bridges. Antaras. But he's locked in an iron maiden. Etiole, but he's too aloof to lift a damned figure, I doubt he'd do it, and his portals are rather distinctive, you'd know if it was him. AlKeeme. I don't trust AlKeeme, but I don't know why he'd do it. Caddy. But I don't see why Caddy would do it."

"Can Caddy open open portals?"

"Yes. And he's quite good at it."

"I didn't know that. Is is a wizard?"

"Yes, he is. I wish he wasn't, boy is he ever."

"Have you told Caddy about Gremlin yet?"

"No."

"He's gonna want to know, you know."

"I know. I'll tell him. Soon. I just have to figure out how. I don't want him losing his temper. No. No Caddy didn't open the portal. He doesn't know Gremlin is hurt, and he'd know that if he'd opened the portal."

"Sir?"

"What is it?"

"I know everyone ere takes orders from you and no one here will tell Caddy about Gremlin, because you told us not to..."

The little white cat paused.

"But?"

"But, Roderic's flipping out. And you know Roderic. He tells Caddy everything. They're like two peas in a pod. One never knows anything without the other soon finding out. Any no one will disoby Roderic. Roderic's word is law you know."

"I know. Just... keep Roderic away from a phone. I'll think of something."

"Anyone we should keep an eye on?"

"Blackbird."

"Blackbird? He can't open portals."

"No. But..."

Harrier paused.

"But what?"

"He was supposed to be watching Sunta. Something happened. He's good at his job. Sunta escaped...just keep an eye on Blackbird, let me if he... does anything... out of character."

Harrier hung up the phone.

"Sunta's missing?" Gremlin asked.

"Yes."

"That's why you're here. I knew you wouldn't come here for me. I'm not that important to you."

"You're right. Partly. You are important to me. But normally I wouldn't come through a portal for you, because I trust you to take care of yourself and not do anything crazy."

"And you don't trust Sunta."

"No. He's deviant. Conniving. Manipulative. And has the brain function of a rabid animal. He bites every one that gets near him, kills any one he can, and eats everyone he kills. He's a vicious monster, he uses glimmer spells to change what he looks like, and he's out there lose somewhere."

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The Ties That Bind Us 
Quaraun the Insane: Volume 75  
Dark Fantasy Novel Free To Read Online 
Chapter Index

(NOTE: The series has been renumbered; this was originally Vol 30 and is now 75)

In the 1400s the portals are growing more frequent and erratic, more people getting lost to them each day. This time Quaraun and GhoulSpawn get sucked away to places unknown, leaving Unicorn alone in Black Tower, helpless to find them

Meanwhile in the 21 Century, Sunta has escaped White Rock and attacked Phozeen. Horrible revelations are made when The Gremlin meets Sunta for the first time and learns the horrible truth behind Quaraun's death.

With the portals sealed decades ago, and the wizards striped of their magic, terror is unleashed on the Twighlight Manor when a giant portal opens up in the front parlor sending Gremlin once again back to the past.

At first assuming Gremlin opened the portal, Harrier quickly discovers darker forces at work, as the long sleeping house once again comes to life, while the dead rise up and walk it's bloody halls.

With the sentient Twighlight Manor eating more victims, and portals threatening to destroy the planet, Harrier does the unthinkable and heads back to the past to seek the help of the only ones able to help him:

King Gwallmaiic, Leader of the Lich Lords and his long ago banished general, a Demon known only as The Ghoul.

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Lost

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Alone

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In Black Tower

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Home Again

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The Dying Wizard

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Harrier

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Triten

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You've Only Known Our World Through The Eyes of a Madman

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The Return of BoomFuzzy's Gingerbread House From Hell

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The Ghoul

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The Quaraun series is a set of 2,000 short stories and 130 Fantasy novels about a suicidal, drug addicted, serial killing, transvestite wizard.

Due to the content of the books, you must be 18 or older to buy them and they are sold under M18+ ratings in countries that require book ratings on the cover.

These morbid novels do not have happy endings, and main character Quaraun's depression, suicidal nature, and drug use gets worse as the series progresses. If you are looking for cheerful, happy stories, these novels are not for you.

Most pages on EelKat.com are either sample chapters from these Dark Fantasy Yaoi novels or how-to advice and Q&As about writing Dark Fantasy Bizarro Yaoi, and thus many pages feature mention of suicide, drug use, cutting, depression, BDSM fetishes especially CBT, schizophrenia, ritual murder, and thus many pages are probably NSFW.

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The Quaraun Series 

Meet The Characters:

Quaraun the Insane

BoomFuzzy the Unicorn

GhoulSpawn the Crazed

ZooLock the Great

Quaraun's World:

Characters: Transgender, Transexual, Transvestite, or Intersex? What is Quaraun? Writing Demisexual Characters Advice On Writing A Bisexual Character  Writing Genderfluid Characters Writing Transgender Characters Giving Your Characters Flaws and Goals How long does it take for your characters to fall in love with each other? What makes a strong male lead? Fantasy Names From Real World Cultures The Reader Impact of Minor Character Deaths How to Write a Sleazy Male (Villain/Bad Guy)  Need help writing characters of color | EelKat on racist white readers

Culture: What Makes An Elf, An Elf? Phookas Marriage In Elf Society What would happen if an Elf adopted a Human baby? One volume of the series has a 97% return rate? Here's why... Albino Races - Moon Elves In The Quaraun Series Need advice on how to write diverse characters. Suicide, Rape, and Abuse In The Quaraun Series Accents in Dialogue How to Handle Writing Fantasy-Horror That Features Violence Against Children The Banshee Sisters: Bean-Nighe and Ben-Neeyah An Elf Gone Mad: The Rise of The Pink Necromancer

Magic: Witches, Wizards,  Sorcerers, & How They Are Different Explaining Quaraun's 58 Piercings and Jewelry Obsessions  Bumbling Wizards and Their Spell Casting Side Effects High Elves Getting High Gypsy Colour Magic How to knock someone unconscious with magic? Necromancy: How will resurrection affect society as a whole? Child Sacrifice in Fantasy Novels Building a Magical System: A Questionnaire What is a God in Your Universe? Elves, Drugs, and Opium  Love Spell To Keep Your Boyfriend In Love With You

The World: What will a traveler encounter on the roads? Why is there a kitchen sink in my pocket? How To Write Slice-of-Life, Travelogue Style Literary Fantasy Books Writing Evil Unicorns Twerking Dragons Why do Lovecraftian beings come to earth? What number of continents are in your fantasy world? Did you know the town the series is set in is a real place you can visit? World-building In The Quaraun Series Calculating the weight of gold in AD&D Turning Scenes, Into Stories & Writing Travelogue Style Fantasy Books

The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane:  First draft/sample chapters from the  novels.

NOTE: The scenes and chapters featured here, are from the unedited first drafts, and NOT from the finished published novels. This was done because many readers had asked to see what the first drafts looked like to see how different they were from the finished product. Because these are from the unedited first drafts, they contain spelling and grammar errors, typos, and sections that are still unrevised. These errors are corrected in the final published editions.

More sample chapters can be found here: (note, while these chapters are linked in chronological order, they are not continuing one to the next, they are chapters spanning from Volume 1 all the way to volume 119, of a series that has 130 novels/volumes.)

Pink Links are pages on this site. Green links go to the pages found on my DeviantArt account.

Chapter 1: King Gwallmaiic & The Sacred Pink JellyFish (Chapter 1 of the entire series)

BoomFuzzy's Gingerbread House From Hell

The Dying Elf, Gibedon's Head, and King Gwallmaiic's Elf Eating Mansion

Santa Claus: Lich Of The North Pole

An Elf Gone Mad: The Rise of The Pink Necromancer

I Loved My Children, But I Loved BoomFuzzy More

Doe'Uan and The Lonely Elf

Finding Finderu 

Kelim Meets Quaraun The Insane

Pocket Lich Unleashed: Quaraun Murders Findaru

Captured By The Lich Lord 

An Elf and a Lich in the Gingerbread Pit

The Lich's True Form Revealed 

Bullgaar the Vulgar 

The Enchanted Map

Waiter, There's a Head In My Soup

The Orcs and The Necromancer 

The Valley of the Katopas (Part 1)

The Valley of the Katopas (Part 2)

The Beginning of the End

The Witch Massimara Of Mount Yenka

Psychotic Dead Things

Six Days Earlier

There is no Mournful Lamb Inn

The Swamp of Death

The Dungeon Master & The 1974 AMC Gremlin

Introducing GhoulSpawn

The Demon Cultists & The Coming of The Darkness

EelKat and The Kats of Planet Ptarmagin

The Moon Elves of Ivujivik

The Return of ZooLock The Great

The Gremlin's Warning

A Field of Poppies On The Road To Witch Pond

The Road To Witch Pond (Part 2)

The Road To Witch Pond (Part 3)

Santa's Dead Floating Body

Worms!

GhoulSpawn and Quaraun Trapped With A Phooka

The Banshee Sisters: Bean-Nighe and Ben-Neeyah In the Swamp of Death

A Fourth Letter To Home - The Masochistic Elf With Stockholm Syndrome

GhoulSpawn and Quaraun Trapped With A Phooka

The Strange Village or I Love The Smell Of Decomposing Bodies In The Morning

The Golden Rooster

Meeting Mallac

Serial Killer At Large

The Summoner of Darkness

Corsets, Elves, and Undead Faeries.

Visiting The Scene of Murder #1 With An UnGelded Stallion

I Never Wanted To Be a Wizard

Sheep Again

Back At The Tavern and Still No Shrimp

A Tavern Scene Part 3 - Quaraun, Unicorn, GhoulSpawn, - Time Travel, Chastity Cages, and Whores

Tumbling Down Stairs With Slutty Elves and Angry Liches

Where Are You Hiding That Horse?

The Hostess Twinkie Aisle of Biddeford WalMart

Quaraun Meets HellBorne The Evil

The Map of the Town

Quaraun Meets BatDude & Pigeon Poop Boy

Pepperell Square, Saco, Maine, In The Year 2525

No Goldfish, Today?

Chocolate Covered Elves 

Evil Elves 

How To Kill A Lich

The Lover's Triangle 

At Gremlin's House / Kill The Baby

I Am Not GhoulSpawn

Sheep

Santa's Letter to Satan 

Going North To Head South

Alone

In Black Tower

You've Only Known Our World Through The Eyes of a Madman

"Sold! To Zebulon, for two million dollars."

The Last of The Moon Elves

FarDarrig and The Baby That Never Should Have Been 

Answering Reader Question About The Quaraun Series:

Quaraun Free To Read Online Complete Chapter Index In Chronological Order

Fantasy World Building...Writing Fantasy Books  | World Building For Authors | My Answers To The Zaharam-Chapelle-Parunas  Ethnographical Questionnaire and More...

Answering Reader Questions About The Quaraun Series

Behind the Scenes:
A Look At How I Write The Quaraun Series...

Question Everything Before Putting It In Your World  The Quaraun series is a set of 130 Fantasy novels about a suicidal, drug addicted, serial killing, bi-sexual, polyamorous/polygamous, masochistic, time traveling transvestite Elf wizard, his sex crazed, sadistic, drug dealing unicorn, and their bloodthirsty sentient house.  The Quaraun series contains heavy use of the following: suicide drug use cutting depression polygamy BDSM sex fetishes CBT (cock and ball torture)  sounding knoting barbed penises and toothed vaginas  monsters eating Humans blood thirsty Faeries Elves eating Elves Faeries eating Elves squid headed aliens eating brains out of still alive victims medieval torture schizophrenia stockholm syndrome sadism masochism rape incest dub-con necromancy necrophillia ritual murder flaying (skinning a person alive) child sacrifice cannibalism bloodletting vampirism (the mental illness, not the mythical creature) crude language (including an excessive use of the words fuck, cock, dick, testicals, balls, scrotum, and penis)  interracial relationships M/m/m relationships gay men bisexual men transvestite men men who have sex with unicorns(horses) tentacle porn sex with squid headed aliens shape-shifter sex ménage à trois relationships double dicked men tripple dicked penitration gay sex scenes bananas, pickles, candy canes, unicorn horns, and glass wizard wands used as dildos main character Quaraun is a man with 4 wives (one of whom is also his sister, another of whom is also his daughter)   Quaraun has 2 male lovers Quaraun has 4 children by his sister Quaraun has 3 children by his daughter Quaraun has 1 child that is the result of him raping a woman Quaraun has 37 children by prostitutes the primary secondary character, Unicorn, is a chemist "candy maker" and detailed instruction of how he makes his drugs, including recipes to do so are included in the novels

The Quaraun series has been banned by the following: The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints aka The Mormon Church  (1991) (Reason: too much sex) (Interestingly, there were no sex scenes in the series before 2014) The Arundel Christian Tabernacle, Biddeford-Arundel, Maine  (2001) (Reason: evil and influenced by Satan) New Life Church, Biddeford, Maine  (2003) (Reason: Too gay for the family friendly church) (Interestingly, there were no gay characters in the series before 2014) Fan-Fiction.net  (2012) (Reason: Too violent) Curtis Lake Church, Sanford, Maine  (2013) (Reason: Too gay for the family friendly church) (Interestingly, there were no gay characters in the series before 2014 and I added gay characters to the series BECAUSE of this false complaint) 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) 27 volumes of the Quaraun novels were forced to be unpublished/removed from Amazon by the government issued court order that cited these books as "Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach" 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.comto be "gross violations of civil rights".) Did you notice how 3 different places used the exact same phrase of "Too gay for the family friendly..." In each of these three cases the exact same minister was behind the ban.

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Sample Chapters of Many of the Novels Are Available To Read Online:

Vol.1 Night of the Screaming Unicorn | Read Online Chapter Index

Vol.2 Kelim and The Necromancer - Chapter Index Volume 5: The Vampire Leprechaun of Fire Mountain Vol.8 Quaraun and the Vampire Into The Swamp Of Death - Chapter Index Vol. 11 The Summoner of Darkness - Chapter Index

Vol. 3 BoomFuzzy | Free To Read Online Chapter Index Volume 6: The Obsidian Idol of The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley Volume 9: The City of The Screaming Statues Volume 12: Captain Quirk & The Pirate Ship Rent-A-Prize

Volume 4: The Journey Begins Volume 7: The Vulgar Alchemist's Inn Volume 10: The Last Katopa Volume 13: King Gwallmaiic, The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley

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Volume 17: The Tower of The Shape Shifting Fuzzy Wuzzy Fluffy Bunnies Volume 00: 000000 Volume 23: The Return To Fire Mountain Volume 00: 000000

Volume 27: The Sorcerer's Tower of Cake

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Volume 00: 000000 Volume 00: 000000 Vol. 35 The Jiggler & The G-String Teddy Bears - Chapter Index Volume 00: 000000

Volume 00: 000000 Vol. 33 GhoulSpawn The Crazed & The Rose Garden of the Pink Necromancer - Chapter Index Volume 00: 000000 Volume 00: 000000

Volume 48: A Baby For The Necromancer

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Volume 119: My Two Favorite People

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Please Note: The Quaraun Series Is Rated M18+ and you must be 18 or older to buy it.

Most pages on EelKat.com are about writing, publishing, marketing, and CosPlaying Dark Fantasy, Bizarro, Gorn,  Monster Porn, Torture Porn, CBT, Psychedelic Literature, Weird Lovecraftian Horror, Pink Humour Satire, & BDSM Yaoi.

With this in mind, some pages may not be safe for work and are marked as: [NSFW].

Reader discretion is advised.

Why is the Quaraun Series Rated M18+?

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Book publishing hiatus: November 14, 2013 I was beaten up by a woman who claimed to be a unpublished author. I was paralyzed for 5 months and am still 4 years later relearning to use my legs & arms. While I was cripple, offline, and recovering these past 4 years, she next proceeded to hack my website and most all of my forum and social network accounts.

April 2015 she returned, filled my motorhome with 1,000s of gallons of feces/raw sewage and cut my cats heads off nailing them to my door. 10 cats are currently still missing. 

October 2006 she blew up my house with a bomb, in May 2013 put a bomb in my classroom at college, November 2015 put a bomb in my department where I work at Walmart, and June 2016 put yet another bomb in WalMart. The FBI is trying to identity of this woman. More info about these terrorist attacks on my family can be found here: https://www.eelkat.com/1667Words.html

If you have any information about this woman, please contact the FBI agent in charge of the case, his contact info is on that page.

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

All Rights Reserved.

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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@eelkat i just found out there is yet another bizarre rumour going around. where are these wild rumours coming from? who is starting them? and why? ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

@eelkat since I've been flooded with hundreds of messages the past two weeks asking if I still own "the world's most haunted car", yes, and here it is, filmed today May 18, 2026… but my son Xavier is dead, i am crippled and given that people are AGAIN showing up calling my Dodge "haunted", calling my friend "an alien", calling me "transgender", and spreading wild defamation slander connecting me to Stephen King, I think I need to start taking down the contact information of every blogger, podcaster, youtuber, and social media account spreading these rumors, and sue every single one of them for CAUSING my car to be cut in half May 10, 2010, for CAUSING the backhoe that drove over my house August 8, 2013, for CAUSING my son's murder November 14, 2013, for CAUSING me to be crippled and in a wheelchair November 14, 2013, and for CONTINUING to CAUSE harassers to show up in person to harass me near daily, STILL now in 2026. EVERYONE telling you my car is haunted, telling you my friend is an alien, calling my car "the goldeneagle", calling my friend "Etiole", or trying to connect me or my car to Stephen King, is lying to you. They crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, and 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 identified the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club and the FBI believes that it is friends and family of the woman who did it, are the ones who started and spread the rumors saying my car is haunted, saying I'm an alien abductee, saying all kinds of similar bs about aliens, ufos, ghosts, witchcraft, demons, and Stephen King connections, even though I don't believe in ghosts, aliens, ufos, demons, and had never heard of Stephen King before 30k of his fans showed up in my yard trying to find my car! FBI believes the backhoe driver and the murderer are the same person and it is a developer who wanted my land and so started the Stephen King, ghost, and alien rumors all in an attempt to drive me off my land, and when it didn't work they drove a backhoe over my house, and when that didn't work they crippled me and killed my son. Why are they doing this? How do I get them to stop? ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

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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.

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.

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.

More information about the backhoe attack, my son's murder, my becoming crippled, my becoming homeless, and the FBI investigation around all of it, can be found here.

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There are no ebook editions as they are already available digitally here on my website. January February 2026 Updates If you are one of (as of December 2025, the now more than ten thousand) daily visitors, who arrive here daily in search of SEO advice, I made this page for you: My response to the alarming spike in traffic to my "SEO" pages. aka I am getting Weird Spike In Google Traffic For SEO & Content Writing & Marketing keywords and search terms even though this is a Yaoi and Gay Romance website that has absolutely nothing to do with SEO or Content Writing or Content Marketing What the fuck? The Park Bench Method of Writing Receiving death threats over a septic tank and a little brown log cabin, but I own neither a septic tank nor a little brown log cabin... what even are these thugs talking about? I am a mute/none verbal wheelchair user and I just had an encounter over my wheelchair, but being mute had no way to defend myself. 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My response to MUFON's Amphibious Aliens? My response to Coast to Coast AMs Arrival in my yard? Back to the Home Page 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.

Looking for my annual NaNoWriMo Prompts and Dares? I've been publishing these every year since 2004! Here's,for my 26th year, a shit ton load of daily writing prompts and writing dares to use for National Novel Writing Month, 2025 edition! The Park Bench Method of Writing The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane: Paperpacks & Hardcover Editions on Amazon: Not sure what the series is about?  Check out  The Quaraun Series Prologue 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: Absinthe Slushies: An Ode to Frozen Green Fairy Wine Bone Dice BoomFuzzy's Chowder Dilemma The Cellar's Forgotten Treasure Chaos in The Lighthouse - Shattered Panes, Shattered Minds The Cliff-Side Temple Control or Protection? A Dark and Stormy Night Drying Herbs Excited For The New Baby Five Ways To Save Money in Las Vegas The Golden Dragon Keys Herons in the Dunes If your ass ain’t freezing or your brains ain’t scrambled, you’re ain’t really trying Kiss Me Fuckin' Arse - Just Another Day in the Ice-Laced Ruins of The GodForsaken City Lens and Light Maintenance Macaroni and Cheese: A Creamy Pasta Dish Drenched in Melted Cheese, Often Topped with Breadcrumbs- It's Never That Easy A Map Worth More Than Gold The Morning After a Night of Teaching Wizards To Gather Magic With Cards Necromancer of the Parched Sands in the Desert of Diona Necromancy-A Day in the Life of a Bumbling Necromancer-Again Nightmare Nook Paddlewheel Maintenance The Phooka's Dragon School The Red Hakama Springtime by the River Spirit-Walk Slippers Sticky Rice, Bare Fingers, and Slippery Chopsticks The Sweet and Sour of Lemons The Terror Bird 3 Perspectives on an Apple The Valuable Mystery of the Talking Saloon Door and How We Nearly Got Shot Over Stale Tacos Vendetta over Vittles A Very Important Clump of Grass Wagers and Wiles in the Godforsaken City The Washer Woman & The Fae Weather Forecasting Stones You Never Know What Info You Might Pick Up in the Afterlife aka Quaraun's Near Death Experience (A NDE Fiction) 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: Abyssal Addlepated: Stupid and Confused All the roads are gone Alone Ancient Coin Hoard Unearthed Angry Ocean Waves at Sunset The Arrival The Art of Destroying a Human Village for Fun and Profit At the High Priest's Altar Back At The Tavern and Still No Shrimp The Bandits and the Pink Necromancer The Banshee Sisters: Bean-Nighe and Ben-Neeyah In the Swamp of Death The Beacon Room at the Top of the Black Tower Lighthouse The Beauty of a Silk Moth Hatching The Beginning of the End Bellicose: Warlike! Aggressive! Hostile! Beneath a crimson sky, the silk weaver wove pink silk. Beneath Malevolent Stars The Black Sock, Again Blizzard The Boat Fiasco The Book Burning Maggots, a You Can't Spell Hatred Without Red Hats BoomFuzzy's Gingerbread House from Hell The Brownies & The Witch, or Why Faeries Don’t Wear Socks The Bumbling Pursuit of The Pink Necromancer Candied Nightmares The Candle Con in Ember Hollow The Candy Corn Unicorn Captured By The Lich Lord The Cast Iron Frying Pan Cattail Pollen Spaghetti with Wild "Oregano" A Chilly Light Drizzle Becomes Snowfall on the Shore Chocolate Bliss Chocolate in the Neon Shadows Christmas in 40th Century Dystopia Christmas With The Krampus Family The City of Death Clam Digging in the Rain The Clock Ticks Away Clotheslines, Games, and the Village Code Ghosts Comet Fall Snow Day Blitz Conundrum in the Bazaar Corsets, Elves, and Undead Faeries Crabapples in the Rain Cranberry Muffins The Crooked Dice The Crows Are Restless Crullers and Curses at Midnight The Curse of the Liquid Gold The Cursed Mirror Dangerous Tides {A Pink Necromancer Drabble Dozen, featuring Etiole} Dark Damp Basement A Day At Witch Pond & Fleeing To The Forest Deadly Shores of Noodle Beach The Demon Cultists and The Coming of The Darkness The Demonic Music Box Desolate Nostalgia on a Frozen Shoreline The Diamond Forest in the Bio Dome The Disbelief of Humans Discovering A Floating Castle Dismal Day at the Street Market The Doors' Dark Secret - A Wedding In A Zombie Apocalypse Dreams of Purple Pearls The Drunk Moon Elf Echoes of the Glass Forest Echoes of the Unseen An Eclipse in the Faerie Glen An Eclipse Looms Tonight An Eerie Discovery Eerie Symbols in the Snow The Egg That Was Not an Egg The Elf With Crippled Hands Ember Enable The Enchanted Map Encountering ghostly apparitions in the swamp Evil Eggplants Stalking Outside Evil McEvil of The Twirly Moustache Existential Crisis Perspectives - 3 Perspectives on an Existential Crisis Exploring the Swamp's Forgotten River A Fall in the River A Field of Poppies On The Road To Witch Pond 15 Drabbles About Being Transgender The First Flicker of Dawn Fishing in the Rain Five Ways To Save Money in Las Vegas Fizzy and Frigid A Flapdoodle Wizard’s Duel Fleeced for Fizz Fog & Peach Melba Toast After Last Night's Rain Footprints In The Sand Forest Kings and Their Antler Crowns The Fragrant Smoke of Flavoured Herbs Freshly Baked Sugar Cookies The Frilly Nest of Panic A Garden of Pink Chrysanthemums Get your hands off my dress! GhoulSpawn & The Cultists GhoulSpawn Said The Moon Don’t Laugh GhoulSpawn's Toasted Marshmallow Magic A Glass of Fresh Milk Gloom Blob of Doom: The Dreadful Dripping of the Doom Blob of Gloom Glumpish, Grumpy, Sullen, Gloomy Golden Field, Pink Glories The Golden Mask The Graveyard That Ate the Living The Great UnSeelie Court Swindlers He Always Comes Back Heirloom Tomatoes Help! He's trying to feed me! The Herd Approaches The Howl on Silent Moor How to Create a Literary Empire with Just Your Bum Poems How To Kill a Lich How to Hijack a Human Supply Train Without Getting Shot How to Overthrow an Entire Settlement Without So Much as Lifting a Finger I Need To Feel Safe Ignoramus — An Utterly Ignorant Crowd of Humans IkuTursu's Cursed Depths of the Swamp Where Pine Boughs Whisper Incandescent Shadows Over Driftwood Bay The Infected Survivor Inner Fortitude Insidious Love Invigorating Cool Air Iron Hooves and Burning Roads, Krampus on Wheels The Ivory Tower of Greed The Jar of Pickled Toes Jibber Jabber Ramblings by the Fire The Jolly Red Lich King Journey Through the Zombie-Infested Swamp on the Blue Monkey Judgement An Ode To The Lunatics Preaching The Rapture of September'25 Kelim and The Necromancer: Finding Finderu Kelim Meets Quaraun The Insane Lanterns Over the Faerie Glen Leaving Your Bed Messy Isn't Exactly the Apocalypse The Leprechaun of The Deep North A Lich's Lament For a Mortal Lover Growing Old A Lich's Reflections On Escaping The Swamp of Death The Lich's True Form Revealed The Lighthouse’s Glass-Eyed Horror The Lighthouse Keeper The Lighthouse That Leapt, Space Dock 13's First Jump Through Space The Long Road The Loot Tree Lord of the Hive Lost In The Forest of No Return-Trying To Find Directions The Lost Library and The Snowglobe The Lotus' Silent Prayer on the Sandy Shoreline Lover's Triangle Make tea and go for a rainy forest walk Maple Cotton Candy Served as a Topping on Vanilla Ice Cream A Market Day Disaster Market Day Weekend - Three Days In The Life of The Pink Necromancer Marsh Serenity Reflection Mayonnaise Meeting Mallac Melt, Ya Safe With Me The MerMan's Wrath Milkweed Meadow Mint, Madness, and Motor Parts The Mischief of the Purple Unicorn Misplaced Utensils and the Cascade of Confusion Monsters & Mayhem: How Black Tower Became Pink (8+ Parts) The Moon and The Drowned The Moon Goddess Laughs From The Rooftops The Moon That Hungers The Moon and The Mirror Morning Sickness at The Shattered Stein (TW: MPreg Yaoi) A Mysterious Door No Goldfish, Today? No Place for Birth The Noodle of Power Not Little Red Riding Hood Obsessive Love-Dangerous Love An Ode to My Shattered Sanity Ominous One River In Three Perspectives Open Grave An Ordinary Day A Path of Twisted Trees A Peaceful Night on the Tundra The Peaceful Shores of Noodle Beach Phantom Tides Pickling Perfection Pickles, Panic, & Permafrost The Picnic Pink Marabou Trimmed Rainbow Leg Warmers, a Purple Feathered Black Leather Codpiece, and an Emerald Green Overly Fluffy Scarf The Pink Necromancer's Deceitful Carpet Weave Pink Sheep, Cheesy Burritos, and The Grim Reality of Zombies Pliable Clay on the Potter's Wheel Pocket Lich Unleashed: Quaraun Murders Finderu Preparations for the Street Market of the GodForsaken City Psychotic Dead Things Quaraun's Beauty Makeovers Quaraun's Candle Business Quaraun's Irritable Day Quaraun and The Wandering Turtle City Quarreling Over the Last Slice of Pizza A Quiet Day on The Blue Monkey The Quiet Evening in the Pink Silk Tent A Quiet Evening In The Rain A Quiet Night on The River A Quiet Place To Sweep A Quiet, Relaxing Foot Rub The Rain-Drenched Alley Raining Cats & Dogs Readers vs Readers, What Really Makes a Reader, a Reader? Remove! The Return of ZooLock The River Boat Man-Woman The Sacred Pink Secret (TW: Mpreg Yaoi) Safety and Emergency System Activated. Please Being Calm Santa's Floating Dead Body Santa's Letter To Satan The Screaming Contest The Seagull Sea Slugs and Clam Chowder Bread Bowls Secret Meeting Hidden Behind Closed Doors Shadows on the Clam Flats Shipyard at Dusk The Silence of the Unseen Silks in the Snow The Singing Crabgrass Crabs — A Green Fairy Wine Tale A Sinister-Looking Stone Well Six Days Earlier The Snake's Prophecy of Doom Upon The Fractured Moon A Solitary Black Sock Spinning Dreams in Silk The Soul Eater Spacious Space Spooky Scary Skeletons - A Graveyard Waltz Stillness in the Garden's Chaos Stone Cakes for the Road Survival Preppers Of The Zombie Apocalypse The Swamp of Death The Tavern in the Faraway Town The Temple City of The Green Goddess, Where Every Street Has a Name The Terrifying Cliffs of Noodle Beach, featuring Etiole That Afternoon When Quaraun Got Stuck In a Crab Trap That Big Bad Darkness in His Heart A Threatening Letter Too Busy Cooking Lemon Tarts Toobe's Well-Prompted Apocalypse (A ChatBot Plans Global Domination) The Trade Caravan A Tumble In The River The Vacuous Tavern Fool Waiter, There's A Head In My Soup Wandering Merchant: The Trader’s Cryptic Goods (Part 2 of ShipYard At Dusk) What I Wish I Knew Before Not Becoming an Astrophysicist When a Government Tries to Cover Its Crimes Why the Sea is Salt A Winter Wizard Wishing For Lobster Rolls-Never Make Wishes In The Presence of Wizards WORMS! Wrath of the Sacred Pink JellyFish Yelling at the Snowstorm You've Only Known Our World Through The Eyes of a Madman You trust that nonsense over a map? Zombies Are Not the Worst Thing Here {TW: Love fucking wins} Zwodder: A Drowsy Stupid State of Mind 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. FacebookXPinterestTumblrRedditWhatsApp ShareFacebookXPinterestTumblrRedditWhatsApp The Park Bench Method of Writing

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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:

• How did the FBI get involved?

• Never Forget my son was murdered

• Do you know who this woman is? And no 146 Portland Ave is not for sale.

• Thoughts on Reborn Therapy Dolls After My Son's Murder

Answering the questions:
Can you give me links to the news reports of your son's murder? 
and
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.

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.

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