You have encountered an extremely old website that continues to exist in old web ways, the same way it has done for now three decades.
In spite of being now 30 years old this year, started in 1996, it is still heavily active and old pages updated daily, new pages added daily, still now in 2026. All hand written, all hand coded (no AI), all by me, same as it ever was.
We Still Exist: The Old Web Did Not Go Away, You Just Forgot How To Find Us
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This site was NOT designed for mobile devices (as they had not been invented yet when I created it) thus this site looks best on a computer, at 1280x768 or above. |
This is a very old website created in 1996, so, yes, javascript is needed for the site to work as it should. If things don't function, you may need to update javascript drivers on your device |
This site tries to be mobile friendly but it's been online since 1996, so old pages may not load right on mobile devices, and as this site has had pages added near daily for 30 years there are now over 20k pages here. |
Having started out in life as a GeoCities site, this site contains glitter, bright colours, blinkies, moving gifs, and other things the old web was known for. |
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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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If you want some stories to get you started in The Pink Necromancer series, reading these first will give you a good introduction to the 3 main characters:
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My Elves Are JellyFish...and I asked Google AI and ChatGPT 5.6 what they thought of this.
As requested, my daily writing prompt series is now available print paperback editions on Amazon.
There are 20 volumes of this writing prompt series currently planned and in varying stages of finishing, hopefully all 20 will be published by the end of 2026. I likely will do a 2nd series of writing prompt books in 2027.
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The first of the Visual Novels/Video Games for The Adventures of Quaraun the Inane/The Pink Necromancer series is published and available on Itch.io, there are 3 more planned for release in 2026, 6 more planned for release in 2027, and the big 60-hour 80k word 150 page one (Quaraun Goes To the Fair) is planned for a 2028 release.
There is a Pink Necromancer card game and a Pink Necromancer board game, as well as a Pink Necromancer table top RPG supliment for Dungeons and Dragons, all in the works, and to be released over the next couple of years as well.
I shouldn't have to say this, but people keep contacting me, so apparently I do:
If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
Do you know who this woman is?
On August 8, 2013 she drove a backhoe over my house. On November 14, 2013 she arrived at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me with a golf club and murdered my son. One June 24, 2016, days after my first attempts to walk again, she attacked me with a shopping cart at Scarborough, Walmart, reinjuring the Nov 14, 2013 injury.
She crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, a woman with a golf club, severed my spine and bashed my baby's head in, I spent 9 years relearning to walk, and the FBI is 13 years into the murder investigation and not yet id-ed the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club.
Complete details of EVERYTHING she did is on this page here.
The golf club woman who called herself Clair as she looked November 14, 2013. Her hair is a weird chin leangth pageboy (very Medival style cut) platinum blonde with wide brown/black dyed stripes in it (like a reverse of Lily Munster, but the stripes are several, almost like a zebra). I am 5'6" and she was a LOT taller then me, like closer to the height of a man; she had thin lips like a man, and large nose like a man... she COULD have been a man disguised as a woman, given the ease with which she severed my spine....she's is a LOT stronger then is typical for a woman). She was wearing a chambre blue denim "blazer jacket over shirt" and a button up mens shirt (possibly flannel) and blue jeans. The bulk of her yelling was focused on accusing me of being transgender, even while ripping my baby out of my 8 month pregnant belly and bashing his head in with a golf club. |
The Claire woman as she looked during her shoping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart June 2016, the attack with left me paralyzed and in a wheelchair. Her hair was dyed dark red, and she drove away in a gold Volvo 240 Station Wagon of a late 1980s/early1990s model, with a "458" on the lisnce plate.... If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. |
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If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
Good god! We just found out about yet another slanderous rumour this woman has been spreading? When does it end? How many more of these things are out there?
Video explains what else she's done ...
If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
If you encounter anyone claiming my car is haunted, demon possessed, or somehow connected to Stephen King please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
If you encounter anyone claiming I believe in aliens or was an alien abducttee, please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. |
If you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. If you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. |
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Yaoi is a Japanese word that means "Boy's In Love" and is often shortened to BoyLove or BL. Contrary to urban myths it is not a type of Erotica and actual Japanese Yaoi rarely contains sex.
The Yaoi most Americans are familiar with is "gay fluff slash fanfiction" written by American pre-teens for FanFiction.net. However, MOST of what these children write and INCORRECTLY call "Yaoi" is actually a completely different genre Shota.
What most Americans call "Yaoi" is rarely ever Yaoi and is usually in fact Shota. The reason for this is because Shota is illegal to publish in America, and Americans get around the law by miss labeling their Shota as Yaoi instead, resulting in the common confusion Americans have over what Yaoi is and what Yaoi is not.
While Shota is a type of Erotica, Yaoi is not. Most Yaoi in fact does not contain sex scenes and focuses instead on the drama of a gay couple's life. Shota on the other hand puts sex front and center and rarely has any story at all.
Bara Yaoi is a sub genre within Yaoi which features older characters in their 40s, 50s or older. The Quaraun series is Bara Yaoi, or as it is now called Classic Bara Yaoi.
Classic Bara Yaoi is different then New Bara Yaoi. Classic Bara has been around since the 1970s. New Bara showed up in the past year or so, and features "burly" or "overly masculine" men.

The Pink Necromancer Himself
The unfortunate thing is that most Americans who slap the Yaoi tag on their fanfiction have never even actually read real Japanese Yaoi and when they finally do, they are often shocked and horrified to find out that it is NOTHING like the gay fluff slash they were writing for Fanfiction.net.
Worse, they fail to realize that Yaoi is far more then a book genre, but that it is an actual lifestyle of real live gay men in Japan.
Usually you can tell real Yaoi from gay slash fluff, by the transvestite characters.
Wait... you say you never saw Yaoi with a transvestite character? Ah! That means you never saw Yaoi then, because, you kind of can't have Yaoi without a transvestite character.
Of course than ask the average American what a transvestite is and, they'll give 101 very different and very wrong answers.
Perhaps the best way to introduce an American to real live Yaoi is to just, show them real live, live action Yaoi, acted out by real live Uke Transvestites.
Here... have some live action Yaoi, acted out by men who are real live Japanese Twinkie Uke Transvestites and live the REAL Yaoi lifestyle...
Please note that as you watch these videos, you will not see one single solitary female in any of them.
Yes, every actor, every dancer, every singer, every musician, in every one of these videos, is a man, real live transvestites, proud of their maleness and use male pronouns...
These are ALL MEN...
Most average Americans have never seen a real live transvestite before and have no clue what they are or what they look like...
Here you go...
No, the books are not Erotica. They are Bizarro Dark Fantasy (a subgenre of Horror), featuring Yaoi characters (a gay couple/trio {a dom with 2 subs} living in a Seme-Uke-Uke relationship)
Most people who have read the series, say they compare it to "a very adult version of Terry Pratchett's Discworld". I'm not sure how accurate a description that is though, as I've never read any of Terry Pratchett's books and had not heard of Discworld prior to readers contacting me and saying they liked my books because Quaraun reminded them of some wizard in the Discworld series (I can't remember what they said his name was.)
The Quaraun series is at it's core is very Alice in H.P. Lovecraft's Wonderland Bizarro, told from the drug addled perspective of a hippie-like Elf on opium and LSD.
Anything can and does happen and the reader is left not knowing what is real and what is hallucinations, because the Elf himself can not tell.
It is grim, bloody Horror, set in a 1400s Epic Fantasy world, featuring 1970s hippies (yes, there's time travel in it).
In America there is no official book rating system. However some countries do have book rating systems and in order to sell your books in those countries it is required that the rating be clearly marked on the cover. Most American authors simply avoid selling their books in countries that require book ratings or make separate editions just for that country, thus you rarely see books sold in America, with ratings on them.
The Quaraun series is marketed mostly to a Japanese audience, with more then 80% of book sales being sold to Japan. Germany and Brazil make up the bulk of the remaining sales. Less then 5% of sales are from American readers. France and Italy make up most of the rest of the sales. Only a fraction of a % of the books sold are to the UK and Australia.
Because my primary audience are English Language readers living in Japan, my books are thus designed for the Japanese market, thus why the book rating and the distinctive pink cover art (in Japan it is sold as Pink Humour Yaoi and you will see it shelved squished between hundreds of other titles all with equally pink covers.)
Japan is one of the countries which requires books to have clearly marked ratings on the covers.
The Japanese book rating system is very similar to the American movie rating system, and goes like this:
E
May be suitable for readers or consumers of any age. For example, may contain mild language and fantasy violence but no swearing or nudity.
Equivalent to: Rated PG: Parental Guidance Suggested – some material may not be suitable for children. The violence in a PG rated film will not be intense. Profanity may be present in PG rated films.
T
May be suitable for early teens and older. For example, may contain violence, infrequent use of strong language, suggestive themes or situations, crude humor, alcohol and/or tobacco use.
Equivalent to: Rated PG-13: Parents Strongly Cautioned – some material may be inappropriate for children under 13. Use of one of the harsher "sexually-derived words" as an expletive will initially incur at least a PG-13 rating. There are several exceptional cases in which PG-13 rated films contain multiple occurrences of the word fuck: Adventures in Babysitting, where the word is used twice in the same scene;[30] The Hip Hop Project, which has seventeen uses;[31] Gunner Palace, a documentary of soldiers in the Second Gulf War, which has 42 uses of the word with two used sexually;[32] Bully, a 2011 documentary about bullying;[33] Philomena, released in November 2013, which has two uses of the word;[34] and The Martian, which also has two uses of the word.[35] Nudity is restricted to PG and above, and anything that constitutes more than brief nudity will require at least a PG-13 rating.
T16+
May be suitable for older teens and adults. For example, may contain intense and/or gory violence, sexual content, frequent strong language, alcohol, tobacco and/or other substance use.
Equivalent to: Rated R: Restricted – under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian. Strong Brutal Violence, Pervasive Language, Some Strong Sexual Content, and Drug Material. Nudity that is sexually oriented will generally require an R rating.[As of 2010, the MPAA has added a descriptor of "male nudity" to films featuring said content.[40]
M18+
Suitable for adults only. May contain extreme violence, mature themes and graphic depictions.
Equivalent to: Rated NC-17: No one 17 and under admitted.
M21+
Suitable for adults only. Contains pornographic themes. Erotica. Hentai.
Equivalent to: Rated X: No one under 17 admitted. Pornography.
These links all go to off page sites and are not part of EelKat.com...
As you can see, books that are Erotica, have to be labled as M21+ to be sold in Japan. Were the Quaraun series Erotica, it would have the M21+ label not the M18+ label.
The Quaraun series is rated M18+ for:
For the most part the series is rated M18+ for excessive and explicit drug use and over use of the word "fuck".
Unicorn is from Biddeford, Maine. As such, there is a liberal use of the word fuck, which appears nearly every time Unicorn opens his mouth. One reader took the time to count how many times Unicorn said "fuck" and in one 300 page novel, Unicorn said "fuck", "fucking", or "fucked" in excess of 700 times.
The characters of the Quaraun series refer to Unicorn as "The Candy Maker". He is a drug dealer/chemist.
Quaraun is an opium addict.
GhoulSpawn is an LSD addict.
GhoulSpawn sometimes shares his LSD with Quaraun.
The series contains many accurate and inaccurate recipes and directions for how to make drugs.
Entire chapters are devoted to the High Elves doing nothing but sitting in a tavern or around a campfire, getting High, thus why other Elves refer to the High Elves as High Elves.
While traditional Fantasy novels explains High Elves as being called High because they are aristocrats, the Quaraun series explains the High Elves being called High, because they are hippies on drugs and they actually are High.
While some stories do contain graphic sex scenes on page, most contain instead sexual language, dick jokes, and a lot of cock blocking scenes of characters about to have sex but being interrupted before doing so.
For those wondering the type of sex:
For those wondering what gender each is:
Other things that are in the series that contribute to the rating include:
The Quaraun Series contains heavy use of the following:
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 are probably NSFW.
Please be aware that this site is considered an "Adult Entertainment" website and by viewing it you agree that you are over the age of 18 years old.
Reader discretion of both the Quaraun novels and the pages of this website is advised.
Though he rarely has sex with them, Quaraun is often accompanied by prostitutes. Quaraun suffers from a "penial sub-incision" injury (his penis is severely mutilated and heavily scarred), which makes it difficult for him to comfortably have sexual intercourse with women (thus why he usually bottoms for other men.)
Quaraun is a wandering vagabond wizard, who rather the stay at an inn, prefers to spend the nights at whore-houses. He is of the habit of paying prostitutes (often 4 or 5 or more at a time) to sleep with him, but not have sex with him, as he has PTSD, is scared of the dark, and does not like sleeping alone.
Because of his injury, Quaraun usually introduces himself as a Eunuch, when paying prostitutes to spend the night with him, while at the same time requesting only to sleep with them and not have sex with them.
Quaraun is a transvestite. (A transvestite is a man who dresses/looks like a woman, but is not trying to be a woman, is perfectly content to have his penis, and still uses male pronouns; as opposed to a transsexual who is trying to become a woman and uses female pronouns). He is often mistaken for a prostitute, due to the slutty dresses he wears, and his habit of usually being in whorehouses. There are frequent rape scenes, with him often being gang raped by men who mistook him for a prostitute.
And thus you have an explanation of the sex (or more often the lack there of) in the Quaraun series.
The short of it is that if you are looking for sex, you'll have better luck finding more of it in Game of Thrones.
And if you can call the Quaraun series Erotica, then you must think Game of Throne is hard core Porn, and I pity the trauma to your poor brain should ever run across some tame mildly sexual Romance novel like 50 Shades of Gray, I can't even begin to imagine the shock you'll suffer if you ever do in fact cross paths with real actual Erotica like Cum for Bigfoot.
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A Necromancer That Refuses To Be Evil
The Humans spent the week rejoicing in their triumph of having a Necromancer to lead them into battle, and poor Quaraun was terrified out of his mind, never having been in battle and spending most of his life avoiding any sort of confrontation with anyone. In spite of his many attempts to explain that Necromancers communicate with the dead, not resurrect them, the soldiers were too head strong in their own ideas to listen to the poor little Elf. “They does no listen to ya,” Unicorn said one day. “I know.” “Then why ya persist in telling them.” “Because they don't know what a Necromancer is. They think Necromancers resurrect the dead!” “But ya can restore life to the dead.” “Yes, but not because I'm a Necromancer. I am a pure blooded High Elf. Restoring life to dead things is part of what being a High Elf is. You know that.” “Aye, but they do'na.” “The ONLY Necromancers who are ever able to restore life to the dead are Elven Necromancers and only because they are Elves that they can do it. It has nothing to do with Necromancy at all. Necromancers simply talk to spirits and communicate with the dead from beyond the veil, but restoring life? All Elves can do that. We are the guardians of nature. Bringing life to the world is what we do. It has nothing to do with Necromancy.” “I t'ought ya was wanting to play along with them in their games till we get out of here.” “I do, but people are dying all around us and they are going to their deaths thinking I'll bring them back to life as powerful undead!” “It distressing ya ain't it?” “Yes. It's very distressing. I seek to save life, not take it. I want people to live, no matter much they don't deserve their life. Life is important.” “Then restoring life to their dead, should make ya happy.” “No. They want to use the dead to create more death. I can't have that on my head. So much death. And anger. They are so filled with anger and hate. Look at them, marching into battle to kill their fellow mankind. It is unbearable for me to watch. I want no part of this madness. The Humans are insane in their blood lust. What is wrong with them? Why are their hearts so cruel, so cold?” “They is Humans. They has not enough brain to know better.” Quaraun got up and wandered from the camp. Unicorn followed and their guards went with them. “Look what they've done to the moon. Look at the field. So much blood, drowning the plants.” Quaraun knelt down, grasping the tall dead blades of grass in his fists. The grass turned green in his touch, the greenness spreading to the blades all around, until many feet of the grass was once again lush and green with daisies nodding in the breeze.
“My purpose is the bring life to the world. Not death. They want me to abuse my gifts, to help them spread this nightmare that is death across the land. I can't do that. What am I gonna do?” Three Bumbling Wizards Arguing About Their Sex Lives
"How did I get here?" GhoulSpawn asked. "I don't know, GhoulSpawn. I never know. I wish I did. Then I could find a way to stop you from coming." "As long as ya does no stop yaself from cumming," Unicorn said. Quaraun glared at him. "Can you get sex off your brain for five damned seconds" "No. I can'na...Oh wait. Let's see? One. Two. Three. Four...nope. Can'na make it to five without thinking how much I wants to squeeze that creamy white goodness out of those luscious ripe cherries ya gots swinging between ya legs." Quaraun was about to scream at the horny Phooka, but the irritating Half-Elf interrupted him. "You didn't wish me here did you, Quaraun?" GhoulSpawn asked. "God, I hope not." Quaraun tried to think of what he'd been saying moments before GhoulSpawn dropped out of the sky. Quaraun was a Di'Jinn Wizard and able to make wishes come true, except, they never came true properly and often resulted in GhoulSpawn dropping out of the sky and landing on him. "Unicorn, did I wish for anything that could have brought him here?" "How I to know? I not bumbling wizard with no control over me wish granting powers. I is bumbling wizard with no control over me lust for squeezing ya wee squishy little kiwis." “Keep your hands off me.” Quaraun slapped the Phooka. “Do you ever listen to anything I say?” "Nope. Ya say all kinds of stuff. Yip, yap, yip, yap, yip, yap. I never listen. I just stand around waiting for ya to shut up long enough for me to fuck ya." Quaraun turned to Unicorn. "What did I say, just before GhoulSpawn arrived?" "I knows not. Ya says all kinds of stuff. Ya goes blah, blah, blah and I goes la, la, la. I never listen. I too busy lusting for ya perfectly formed apricots." Quaraun glared at the Phooka angrily. "What? Ya knows I got brain like Golden Retriever. In one ear, out the other, me no hear word of any of it, cause I too busy chasing me tail and sniffing ya wee little ass." Unicorn promptly turned into a Golden Retriever and ran around in circles chasing his tail, until he got dizzy and fell over. The dog lay on the ground panting for a few minutes waiting for his head to stop spinning, then jumped up and chased his tail the other direction until he got dizzy and fell down again. Quaraun and GhoulSpawn continued talking and ignoring the Phooka, until, the Golden Retriever lept up onto Quaraun and started humping him. “STOP THAT!” The Elf yelled. The dog ran off barking. "Still bedding the Phooka I see?" GhoulSpawn said to Quaraun. "Yes. Not that it's any of your business." "Well, no it's not my business, but you are one of those snooty aristocratic higher then every body else, High Elves that lives in mortal fear of making mud blood half breed babies and yet you're going around with non-Elves. If you ain't careful, Quaraun, one of these days you're gone end up making one of them half-Elf heathens you hate so much." "Admitting you're a Heathen, GhoulSpawn?" "No, just proving my point that you hate us half-Elves." "Yes. I absolutely despise you half-Elves.” “Then why are you getting laid up with non Elves?” “I'm a male, he's a male, we aren't making babies." "That's a Phooka, Quaraun. He could turn into a female while you two are going at it and you'd be too lost in the ecstasy to stop yourself from filling his womb with all that fertile half-Elf making baby batter of yours. He could turn into a female dog while your in him and you'll end up the father of half-Elf puppies. God! Where did I come up with that! WHY did I come up with that! What the hell is wrong with me, I've been hanging around you two too long. Half Elf puppies! I wonder what that would look like?" "Oh," Unicorn squealed. He turned back into his Humanoid form. "I should does do that to him." "Don't you dare!" Quaraun yelled at Unicorn, than turned to GhoulSpawn and added, "Stop putting ideas in his head. He comes up with enough on his own. And I don't fuck him. He fucks me." "Does no stop ya from shooting ya cum all over me." "I..." "Of course then I would be pregnant male. I wonders how that would work. Where would baby come out of?" Unicorn lifted up his robes and began examining himself. "Would has to come out of ass or dick. Neither one big enough for baby come out of, eh?" "Unicorn..." Quaraun said. "Aye?" "Put your clothes back on. You're a male, I'm not getting you pregnant." "What if I gets ya preggies then, eh?" "Unicorn!” “What?” “I'm male?" "Aye. But we is three bumbling wizards and we bumble more then usual when all threes of is together all at once like this, eh? On top of that, ya has wee little bit of drinking problem. Ya cast weird spells when ya drunk and does no remembers ya did it when ya wakes up next day.” “I don't have a drinking problem.” “Oh of course not, that be why ya goes looking for taverns first thing whenever we find a village, eh?” “In case you haven't noticed, we haven't seen a tavern in weeks.” “Only because there ain't none around.” “I don't have a drinking problem.” “Ya drinks like damned fish.” “I used to, yes, but I don't any more. You drink more then I do.” “And yis drug addict.” “Oh yeah, and wonder whose fault that is?” “Ya can'na lay off the poppies.” “Unicorn! I don't take drugs. I just have a damned Faerie chef who won't stop drugging my food.” “Ya should watch ya food better.” “You should stop drugging me!” “Ah, but then why ya does eat me food iffy ya knows I put me candy in it?” “I need to learn to cook.” “Ya go down one of ya loony tune, fruit loop rabbit hole trips and anything can happen when yis hallucinating out of ya bonny mind while waving that crazy rainbow wand of yas around. And ya be Di'Jinn who gots no clue how to grant wishes properly. Ya be Di'Jinn who make weird things happen when yis dunk and hallucinating at same time and start granting ye own wishes. Ya already zapped us here into future earth where black hating Humans is shooting cannons at each other. And ya keep making GhoulSpawn drop out of the sky on us for crying out loud! Ya knows what his warped brain be like. Now him has ya thinking about males having ya wee little half-Elf puppies. Next time ya get drunk and high, ya'll be wishing for babies and I'll be pregnant. Must has to plan for things like that around insane wizards ya know." "GhoulSpawn did just drop out of the sky again, didn't he?" Quaraun said to himself. Quaraun turned to Unicorn. "What did you put in my drink?" "Nothing! Yet. I swear. I has no poisoned ya all day. Saving it for tonight sos I can fuck ya. Yes?" "Great." "Why are you still with the sex crazed Unicorn?" GhoulSpawn asked. "Apparently I like being drugged, chained to trees, having a horn rammed up my dick, then raped by horse, and not be able to remember it happened in the morning." "Yeah, I... I don't think wanted to know that. You have the strangest sex life." "JUST my sex life is strange?" "Uhm..." GhoulSpawn looked up at the sky. "Noooo. No, your whole life is strange." "Looking for goldfish?" "What?" GhoulSpawn practically jumped out of his skin at the mention of goldfish. "Where? Yes. No. There aren't any around here are there?" Quaraun pulled out his Rainbow Wand. "I hope not." "They could be anywhere." GhoulSpawn began looking at bushes expecting bloodthirsty Elf eating goldfish to jump out at him. "I should turn meself into a goldfish un start chasing the two of ya. Bet I could make ya both run right off a cliff." “Don't you dare.” “Why not? Twould be fun.” “I'll go on a hunger strike. I'm an Elf. I can go weeks without food. You're a sex addicted Phooka, you can't even go few hours without sex. I'll refuse to eat your drugged food. And as long as I'm sober you won't be able to fuck me while you're a horse, because you know I won't let you. I know that's what you do to me every night. I know that's why you drug me. I know that's why you keep me drunk. I know you intend to drug me tonight and fuck me while you're a horse.” |
A Trio of Bumbling Wizards Bantering Out ConspiraciesEvery day Quaraun became more and more paranoid that the world was about to end, and frantically fretted over the lack of animal life. Other then this, nothing happened. Is wasn't until a week after their escape from the soldiers that something finally happened to break up the monotony of nothing happening at all, and allowing Quaraun to think about something other then morbid thoughts of impending doom. They were walking down a little used dirt path when a BOOM sounded in the sky above them, followed by a bight flash of light. “A portal just opened up...” Quaraun started to say. "Aarrrrrrrgh!" A familiar voice came screaming down from the clouds. THUD. "Owww" Quaraun stopped walking. "Unicorn, tell me that wasn't GhoulSpawn falling out of the sky again." Unicorn looked back behind them at the phosphorescent Sun Elf laying sprawled on his back on the ground in the middle of the road. "That was'na GhoulSpawn falling out o sky again." Quaraun glared at Unicorn, then spun around to see the half-Elf with long unnaturally neon day glow yellow hair, getting up, brushing his green velvet robes off and looking around with a dazed look on his face. For a few moments he stared up at the clouds he had just fallen out of, waiting for a herd of pink goldfish to come pouring down on him. When he was certain there was nothing coming through the portal after him, he looked around to see where he was and lit up joyfully when he saw Quaraun and Unicorn. "Quaraun!" GhoulSpawn cried out happily. "GhoulSpawn," Quaraun said dryly. "How good to see you!" The half-Elf glomped the Elf. “I have missed you.” “Stop hugging me.” “I seem to have fallen at your feet again.” "Yes. How not nice of you to drop in. No goldfish, today?" GhoulSpawn looked up at the sky fearfully, to make sure no goldfish were lurking in the clouds waiting to kill him. “No. I do not see any. Sneaky devils though. They could be hiding anywhere. Last week they were disguising themselves as blossoms in cherry trees.” “Mhm-mmm.” “You'd think something that pink would stand out more, but they find ever so many places to hide.” “Why are you here, GhoulSpawn?” “I don't know.” The green robed Chaos Wizard looked around. “Where are we?” “If I knew I certainly wouldn't tell you. You'd find some way to bring us back here.” “Are we on Earth?” “The celestial satellites are ... MOSTLY right,” Quaraun said as he looked up worried about the ones that were wrong. “I'd like to get out of here and back to our own time before the ones that are wrong, get wronger.” “Wronger?” Quaraun pointed up and GhoulSpawn looked to see what he was pointing at. “I already survived one apocalypse, I don't want to have to try to live through another one.” GhoulSpawn looked to Unicorn. “What's he talking about?” “I da'knows. I were'na listening.” “Are you ever?” “Nope. I just stand around waiting to fuck him while him goes blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. What was he talking about?” Quaraun glared at Unicorn. “You don't suppose the goldfish did that, do you?” GhoulSpawn asked as he stared up at the fragmented moon. “GhoulSpawn, I know you have more brain then that in your head,” Quaraun said. “You have less brain the I do,” GhoulSpawn said. “What is me Elf-girls talking about?” Unicorn asked. “He said he survived an apocalypse and thinks this world is falling into one.” “Oh. That. Yeah, he been talking on that all week. Hims home planet gots itself evaporated when it sun gone un blew itself up, hims frail delicate little parasitic jelly self barely escaped, came to this planet on a ship load of other space faring sea life, killed himself a Moon Elf, moved into it's brain, and is now living in it's undead reanimated body worrying that the sky is falling.” “I know better than to ask you anything. You're a frigging loon.” “I is loon? REALLY? Him has jelly fish living in him head un is waiting for moon to crash land on him, while ya lives in mortal terror that armies of pink killer goldfish are going to fly down on ya out of clouds, un ya spends ya days dropping oot of the sky from no where at all, un I is one who is be loon?” “Unicorn, someone's eating the moon,” Quaraun said very seriously. “That's not something to joke about.” “It isn't the goldfish is it?” GhoulSpawn asked every bit as serious. “Last week, they ate the shingles off my roof trying to get to me.” “They ate your roof?” “Yes. And the fat one was flinging himself at the window trying to break out the glass. And then there was Pinky. You remember Pinky. Ugh! He discovered the chimney. They came down in after me after that. You don't know what I have to live through.” “I have a Jellyfish eating my brain. Try living with that.” “I am! They put one in my head to you know.” Unicorn stared at the two Elven wizards like they were both crazy, which they were, though, neither of them was willing to admit it. Quaraun and GhoulSpawn walked off down the path, comparing who was the most assaulted by various killer alien sea life. Unicorn walked along behind them, wondering why Quaraun ignored him every time GhoulSpawn showed up. “How did you get here?” GhoulSpawn asked Quaraun. “A group of white supremacist Humans summoned me here, intending me to raise up an undead army to kill off all non-white Humans.” “Oh.” GhoulSpawn acted as though that was the most normal thing in the world. “You didn't did you?” “No. Well, for a few minutes, long enough to kill the lunatic that was holding us, hostage.” “Then how did he get here?” GhoulSpawn asked, while pointing at Unicorn. “Unicorn? He came with me.” “Did they summon him too?” “No. I don't think so. They didn't seem to know about him...”
“Could'na see past me perceived race,” Unicorn added. “Not that either Elf be listening to me.”
And Quaraun, Who Is Male, Keeps Getting Pregnant"Thullids? Are there Thullids in the area?" "Yeah. A lot of 'em. Didn't used to be. They started showing up a few weeks ago. Cultists of some sort. They just kind of, started gathering. Weird. None of them knew any of the others were coming here, each of them just tells how they felt compelled to be here. God's coming or something." "God?" "Yeah. They keep talking about God vanished or something and she's about to return. She's pregnent or something. I don't know. I don't know the Thullid language well." Quaraun fell silent and GhoulSpawn didn't say any more. Quaraun looked at ZooLock who was sitting by himself in the corner, chanting in Thullid over a lighted candle. Unicorn, who absolutly couldn't stand silent, trotted back over to Quaraun, and sat on the floor at the Elf's feet. "Can she be pregnent?" Unicorn asked Quaraun. "Yes she can." "Is she thus now in such state, yes?" "Yes, she is." "Was she planning to tell me that, no?" "No." "How come for, eh?" "I don't know." "Who's pregnent?" GhoulSpawn asked. "Him is," Unicorn said, pointing to Quaraun. "You're pregnent?" "Yes." "How are you pregnent?" "I'm not sure. I was trying to figure that out. It's why I hadn't mentioned it." "You're male." "I know." "You can't be pregnant." "I know." "How can you be pregnent?" "I'm female Demon living in a male Elf's body. Apperantly she can still get pregnent while inside of him, some how. I'm not sure how. It's why I put ZooLock in chains." "Because you think he did it?" "No. I think Unicorn did it. He fucks me often enough. But I think ZooLock is calling the entire Thullid population to come worship me." "So, you're a male Elf, who's gonna give birth to a demonic baby unicorn with tentecles?" "Yes. Something like that. Three hundred of them." "Three hundred? What? Three hundred demonic baby unicorns with tentecles?" "Around that." "You're serious aren't you?" "Yes." "You're gonna give birth to three hundred demonic baby unicorns with tentecles?" "Yes." "And they're all gonna act like him." GhoulSpawn pointed to Unicorn. "God, I hope not," Quaraun said stariing at Unicorn. "He's so hyper active. It's hard enough to handle one of him. Three hundred of him will drive me crazy." "And you're not already." "I'm trying not to be." "You're wearing a pink dress covered in rhinestones, a cape made out of pink turkey feathers, you're sitting in a gold plated pink velvet throne, and you're sitting her telling me you're pregnent, even though you're male... and I'm supposed to think you are TRYING to be normal?" "I didn't say normal. I said I'm trying to not be crazy. I know I'm not normal." "How do you know you're gonna give birth to three hundred demonic baby unicorns with tentecles? I mean... how do you know three hundred." "I can hear them humming inside their eggs." "Eggs?" Unicorn asked. "Is that why ya been talking of eggs?" "Have I?" "Aye. All week. Ya keep muttering aboot eggs. I tried to cook ya some eggs the other day un ya flipped out on me. Said ya never gonna eat eggs again. Ya called me a baby murderer for cooking eggs." "I'm sorry." "Before that ya was obsessing over tadpoles in the pond un worrying aboot what would happen to the eggs if the water went dry." "I'm incubating three hundred eggs, and every one of them is talking to me. I've been outcast from the hive mind so long, I'd forgotten what it was like. It's difficult to get used to hearing it again." "They talking to ya?" "Yeah." The three fell silent again and again it was Unicorn who broke the silence. "How long have ya known?" "A few weeks. I wasn't sure. I thought I was going crazy, listening to all the baby. All happily humming and purring. I wasn't sure, until ZooLock showed up. First thing he said when he walked up to us, was he had to protect his ladyship while she was in her delicate state. Then he started talking about it being his job to protect the babies and the eggs and keep them safe. I'd suspected it for a few weeks but I couldn't explain it. I still can't explain it. But then ZooLock just shows up. I haven't seen him in five hundred years." |
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Answering another question: "Do you have to swear so much?"
Damn, fucking, bloody hell, yes. And if you don't like it, you can take your elitist shit head, stuff it up your holier than thou ass, and jump off a cliff.
I write Yaoi. As in, I'm a Yaoi author. Yaoi is noted for being crude. It's a genre that you have to be 18 or older to buy. So, yeah, you're gonna find crude language here, and you probably want to be 18 or older to read my site here as well, because the #1 thing I talk about is Yaoi and how to write it.

We Gypsies of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, are Scottish & this site therefore uses our Native Scottish English.
Spellings like "traveller" or "neighbour" or "colour", pronoun differences "me" for "my" or "you" for "your" might look unfamiliar to you, but they are in fact correct in our language. Please refrain from letting your cultural ignorance show in my inbox.










This page was written by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
All Rights Reserved.
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.
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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.
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The golfclub woman as she looked during the golf club attack at Southern Maine community college November 14, 2013. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 |
The golfclub woman as she looked during the shopping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart July 26, 2016. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 |
The 2nd woman as she looked at both attacks, her hair goes all the way down to her knees. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer's accomplice, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 |
Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
I am a legally blind quadriplegic, and low verbal, I have also published 138 novels in the last 48 years. It's not as impossible as people think. The problem being blind and quadriplegic, medically have different meanings then how those two words are used medically.
Fewer than 3% of all blind people see nothing. While 97% people who are classified as fully blind are able to see up to two feet in front of them. Legally blind means I can see more then two feet in front of me but not far enough to see twenty feet in front of me. In my case I can see about eight feet.
Quadriplegic, has varying levels, it means having a damaged nerve bundle in the spinal column causing limited mobility of all 4 limbs, (in my case this was done by a women wielding a golf club, who also beat my 8 month infant's head to pulp on the parking lot tarmak, at the same time she severed my spine with the same golf club; both on November 14, 2013; the FBI investigation into my son's murder and my being crippled has gone on now for 13 years, a few weeks away from 14 years now, and the FBI has still not identified the killer or her motive). Contrary to popular misconception, quadriplegic does NOT mean ZERO movement, it means means limited movement, specifically in means unable to lift arms over head, unable to grip fingers around objects to pick them up, and unable to stand for more then 5 minutes to a time. Because there are so many thousands of nerves in each limb it is actually very rare for there to be 100% no movement, but how much, and to what extent varies by patent depending upon the specific point of injury to the spinal column.
Meaning typing is still possible for over 60% of all quadriplegics.
In my case, it was the lower spine that was severed, cutting off completly my ability to move my right leg, leaving limited feeling in my left leg, and an ability to stand but not walk, with crutches, for the first 9 years. I regained enough nerve growth in my legs by the 9th year to be able to take ten or twelve steps allowing me to get out of bed for the first time since the golf club attack; This in turn lead to me being able to start using a wheelchair, as I was able to sit upright for the first time as well.
Because the shattered vertebrae bone fragments are broken off completly and embedded into the nerve bundle just above my tailbone, doctors were saying I would never walk again, but now at 13 years, I am able to push mu wheelchair like a walker, a distance of almost a thousand steps a day. Though doctors are still doubtful I will ever walk "normally" again, I have proven them wrong, when their said 13 years ago, that I would never walk again at all.
But because of the placement of the damage to my spine, regaining hand use, was always thought possible, it was just a matter of waiting long enough for nerve regrowth, along side daily finger exercises. I was able to continue writing, after becoming quadriplegic, because I still have use of my right thumb, and 2 fore figures of my right hand. And can type 90 words per minute with those 3 fingers.
I however have no wrist strength, elbow strength, or shoulder strength, so I am not able to form a fist, or lift objects, or brush my hair, or my teeth, all thing I have to have my caretaker do. But, those things are not needed for typing. Unfortunately, my pinky and ring fingers are "nerve dead" and drag over the keyboard, and cause horrific spelling errors and typos, which are incredibly frustrating to deal with.
Unfortunately trying to edit errors myself, just makes the errors worse, because those same two fingers drag over the keyboard yet again. Prior to the golf club attack, I rarely had spelling errors; now I got more spelling errors then someone is learning English as second language. Editing is a challenge, that I've had to accept, I simply can not do myself, and I have to hire several editors to help with that.
Low verbal means sounds can still be made, sounds that software programs like Dragon can be trained to recognize and translate, and type into full words. More then half my novels were typed with this method.
I still have a long ways to go before I am anything close to being able to do the things I could do before the golf club woman beat my baby's brains out and shattered my spine. And you know what's more frustrating then how slow mu medical progression has been? The fact that it's been 13 years and the police and FBI are still coming up at dead ends as to who the woman who murdered my baby was, or why she even did it.
My son's 14th birthday is only a few weeks away, but he didn't even get to live long enough to celebrate his 1st birthday, I don't even know why. And I can't wait to regain my ability to walk again, because regaining my ability to walk, means gaining the ability to go outside and start looking for my son's murderer myself instead of sitting at home trapped in a wheelchair waiting for the police and FBI to to find her. So, writing isn't a big priority for me anymore. I only write now, as a way to exercise my hands, in between relearning to walk.
Never let a disability stop you. Plenty of writers, artists, athletes, do not let either blindness, speech impediments, or limited mobility hold then back from perusing their careers.
Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
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Here... have a banana... The Warrior's Forum's internet marketing "guru" Tom Addams thought we didn't have enough of them around here, so, gotta add some more...

heck... take an entire bunch of bananas...
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