http://slow.writerscafe.org/ColdSpiral The original writings of author ColdSpiral en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776020083 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The 21st century plague. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColdSpiral/212798/ A light snack http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColdSpiral/201168/ A snapshot of the Bendigo that exists in my head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColdSpiral/201078/ Prologue: Lockham.Lockham drags his unwilling feet across the filth that engulfs the worn, forgotten cobblestones underneath. His body lurches dramatically past the dishevelled, scrap-built facades of Graf Street, people cowering visibly and ducking out of the way of his gaunt and crumbling featur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColdSpiral/200963/ On dropping a terrible habit... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColdSpiral/192349/ She glances at the mark on her wrist, then back up at the door. The glyph carved there matches the one he’s given her – a triangle within a hexagon; this is the right place. The glyph flares brightly when she touches it and she hears a latch snap into place; a light push is enough to sen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColdSpiral/158663/ Screeching of ires, not tyres, the rages of the soul are a cacophonic choir who whisper in the night to the souls of the fighters, those who never got their chance at retreat and stay here in pandemonium’s tranquil cabinet, locked in the dark with the booze and old socks, hatred accumulated li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColdSpiral/156092/ A waiting game, in the end.I'd tried everything to shake it butit just kept on turning up again.I drove far out of town, to the river.Watched it float away, hessian-bagged. It was waiting when I got home.I sold it to a drunk but heleft it in my mailbox, trampled my garden.Post.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColdSpiral/150826/ Ever wondered where your tears go? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColdSpiral/150824/ Adventures with an anthropomorphic fly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColdSpiral/150818/ 1.1: LockhamBy now, the word has spread: Captain Lockham, undead, is striding through the city. There are fears that he has returned to re-enact his greatest task in life, and indeed he seems to be marching toward the palace. This concern is the reason for the cohort of Blackcoats, Lower Acheron&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColdSpiral/150484/ Steampunk in the making http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColdSpiral/150483/ Ever feel like you're working for the Great Old Ones? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColdSpiral/150123/ When it all starts to end http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ColdSpiral/150114/