CM Simpson: Writer & Gamer

From dark-ish paramilitary science fiction to dark-ish science-fantasy, and from agents working for the trans-galactic good to a magical being who lives a life of retrieval and protection, the second short story for January explores what the mythic banshee might become if they existed...and lived in a distant future. What's it About? Not every impending death makes a banshee scream—even when we know they’re coming. We are not just doom heralds, but protectors, and we serve the greater good. We are the ones sent when no-one else can make it, and even we are sometimes a step too late. Is this mission one fated to end in disaster, instead of joy? How Does It Start? I had lived here from childhood to my thirtieth year but, in spite of the wattle dancing on the breeze and the eucalyptus-scented air that brushed across my skin, I knew I no longer belonged. My nostrils remembered the faint fizz of kelfa blossoms from the sun-drenched planet of Bolan, and my eyes recalled the darknes...