http://slow.writerscafe.org/scswenson The original writings of author scswenson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776333687 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In which a general finds himself twisted up in fate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scswenson/1013533/   Itwas cold, bitter cold, the kind you know you’re at the stage offrostbite where your nerves finally stop working, but it feels sogood to be warm you don't care if your fingers fall off. I triedgathering my thoughts but there seemed to be none to find. Ashuddering .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scswenson/1000641/ "" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scswenson/1000637/   PrologueThedead Queen stepped through to the last level of Hell. It was openblackness in every direction, the only light emanated from her ownperson. As she walked she noticed her foot steps left ripples likewater in the tar blackness underfoot. The dead queen walked.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scswenson/1000634/