Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻
Bio
🌸 Old Orchard Beach, Maine's Dark Fantasy author: 138 novels, 423 novellas, 500+ poems, & 3k+ short stories published since 1978. 🌸 2028 is 50th anniversary 1st book! 🌸
Stories (13)
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Pink Sheep, Cheesy Burritos, and Grim Reality of Zombies. Content Warning.
Pink Sheep, Cheesy Burritos, and the Grim Reality of Zombies The Blue Monkey rocked gently on the river's slow current, sunlight gleaming off its polished brass fittings. With each passing month the outfall dust of the comet hitting the moon, grew less thick, allowing faint shimmers of sunlight to reach the earth's surface. After two thousand years of darkness, frozen algae, and snow, life was returning to earth, now called Vesonta, as the ice age's end slowly creeped in.
By Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻about a year ago in Fiction
BoomFuzzy's Chowder Dilemma
The Godforsaken City was a ruin of dripping steel and crumbling stone, a haphazard maze tangled in webs of rusted pipes and steaming vents. Once known as Boston, it had long since surrendered to entropy, rebuilt by desperate hands into a dystopian patchwork of crime and survival.
By Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻about a year ago in Fiction
Gathering Pink Dye. Content Warning.
Gathering Pink Dye The cliffs of MoonSnail Cove loomed before them, jagged and treacherous. Waves crashed against the frozen rocks below, sending sprays of icy mist into the bitter air. Quaraun leaned heavily on his cane, his lame leg throbbing with each step.
By Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻about a year ago in Fiction
Preparations for the Street Market of the GodForsaken City
Preparations for the Street Market of the GodForsaken City The smell of anise taffy being pulled, thick and sugary, wafted from the lighthouse kitchen, a rare scent of sweetness in a world frozen by the eternal chill.
By Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻about a year ago in Fiction
A Quiet Day on The Blue Monkey
A Quiet Day on The Blue Monkey Quaraun lay nestled in the warmth of their shared stateroom, propped up against pillows, the soft scent of lavender oil filling the air as his handmaids flitted about, fussing over him with gentle care.
By Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻about a year ago in Fiction
The Hand That Reached
The Pink Necromancer moved quietly through the graveyard. Quaraun had always been careful with tombstones. Yet, this one - the one with the cracked surface - had an odd chill to it.
By Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻about a year ago in Fiction
The Voice of The RiverBoat ManWoman
BoomFuzzy's hands trembled as he adjusted the cooking pot. The sweet aroma of lobster rolls filled the air. Then, from the shadows, a voice - low, distorted - whispered:
By Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻about a year ago in Fiction
The Seedy Stalkers in the Dark
It wasn’t the first time the vegetables had come to life, but this time, something had changed. The tomatoes, carrots, eggplants, and squash that had been cursed were not simply moving—they were hunting, stalking.
By Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻about a year ago in Fiction
A Bond Unseen
A Bond Unseen The cold was unbearable. It gnawed at them both, but Quaraun could not bring himself to leave the warmth of BoomFuzzy's embrace. The chill of the world had seeped into his bones, and even with his pink silk robes wrapped tight, it never seemed enough.
By Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻about a year ago in Fiction
The Phooka's Dragon School
The Phooka's Dragon School The sky above was a black void, thick with dust and debris from the comet's wrath. Not a single star pierced the veil. Night was endless and absolute, unbroken by even the faintest celestial glimmer.
By Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻about a year ago in Fiction
