CM Simpson: Writer & Gamer

You can find the introduction to the Babes in London adventure sequence HERE , the background to Act One HERE , the Overview for Act One HERE ., Act One Scenes 1-2 HERE and Act One Scene 3 HERE . Act Two Preparation and Scene 1 can be found HERE , Act Two Scene 2 can be found HERE and Act Two Scene 3A can be found HERE . To play or run this game you will need the following: PLAYERS: Fireborn Player's Handbook ; GAME MASTERS: Fireborn Gamemaster's Handbook ; This is a piece of fan fiction. It is NOT endorsed or acknowledged by Fantasy Flight Game s; it is IN NO WAY official; it DOES NOT indicate any form of relationship between myself and Fantasy Flight Games; and I DO NOT CLAIM any of the setting specific material or setting specific concepts as my own. GMs, please note that there are two sizable cut-scenes interlinked with Scene 3A. They final one will be posted next week. You should not run Scene 3A until you have both cut-scenes, as they interrupt this sc

Jack has been looking forward to the Christmas holidays. Not just because it is a break away from school, but because, this Christmas holidays, he is going to learn to fly. The only thing that mars his trip is the flash of blue he sees behind them on a remote dirt track. Why would someone be following them way out here? Is he seeing things? Flying with Friends is the second book in the Wings chapter book series, set around a family with wings and bird-like feet. Flying with Friends is available from Smashwords , Amazon-Kindle , DriveThruFiction and OmniLit , and will shortly be released through CreateSpace, Kobo, Barnes and Noble, Baker and Taylor and iTunes . First Chapter: Flying with Friends Going on Holidays Jack did not know where they were going. His dad didn’t know where they were going. They were following Jedda’s family in their car. They were going on a camping trip. The school holidays had started, and they would be spending the month-long C

One misty morning, when I was out photographing a bridge for a troll book, I saw this fellow, foraging beneath the pines. This is a straw-necked ibis, and my guess is that he was looking for insects and other tasty tidbits. A wary bird, he didn't let me get too close. First sighting. I start to get closer; the bird makes a casual turn and starts making its casual way towards the water culvert. Still feeding, but much closer to the culvert. And closer still. But still looking for food.

Woohoo! Stiletto's Luck is now out in the wild. It was uploaded to Smashwords, Amazon-Kindle, Kobo, DriveThruFiction, and OmniLit on Sunday, September 2013, and will soon be available also from Nook, Barnes & Noble, and the iTunes store. What's it about? Here you go: Stiletto’s Luck is about an assassin dealing with the consequences of taking part in a battle for reasons of his own, while trying to remain uncompromised by either side. They could have called him Scimitar, Blade or Dagger, but, no, his parents had to call him Stiletto. Stiletto did the only thing he could. He learned to be the best at what he did, and he learned to walk tall - without the heels. When he finds himself in the center of a plot to assassinate the most powerful men in the city, Stiletto has only one question: How on earth is he going to walk out of this one? Stiletto’s Luck will be included in An Anthology of Blades , but is currently available as a stand-alone title.

A response for a Chuck Wendig Flash Fiction Challenge . I keep forgetting how much I love the way these exercises ignite a creative spark. This week I rolled a d20 and got to set a story in a penal colony built by elvish astronauts. A thousand words isn't a lot of space to build a character, a history, and establish a setting, especially when you know nothing about it when you start. Now, I want to know a lot more, to explore this new universe of mine and see what other stories lie within. And this is why I love these challenges. This response, excluding the title, is exactly 1,000 words long, so come and meet Hasken: Hasken's Choice The first guard doubled over at 1800 hours. Dusk. According to one movie, ‘magic hour’. None of the inmates had heard of the movie, let alone seen it. If they had, they would have recognized old history – an entire species wiped out by the ingenuity of man. No wonder the elves had been angry. The dragons had been a trap – an elven trap,