Releases for June 2014

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These are the titles released this month:

C.M. Simpson: Short Stories and Poems from 2013: Remnants to Recent Years (1988-2012)




This year’s anthology consists of all the short stories and poems that I created, or discovered in my files and rewrote in 2013, regardless of whether or not they were released. The tales are taken from completed anthologies, and anthologies to come, from my blog, and from my notebooks. Most are published, but some are not.

This year’s anthology is two volumes long. I have divided them up chronologically, according to when the stories were first created and completed. This is the first volume, and it covers work from 1988 to 2012 and is a mix of poetry, flash fiction and short stories.


You can find it on Smashwords, Amazon-Kindle, OmniLit and DriveThruFiction.

C.M. Simpson: Short Stories and Poems from 2013: The Year Just Gone (2013)




Last year’s anthology consisted only of the short stories and poems published in 2012. This year’s anthology consists of all the short stories and poems that I created, edited or rewrote in 2013, regardless of whether or not they have been released. The tales are taken from completed anthologies, and anthologies to come, from my blog, and from my notebooks. Most are published, but some are yet to be released.

This is the second volume, and it covers work completed in 2013. It is a mix of poetry, flash fiction and short stories. Some released, and some incorporated in work yet to come.


You can find it on Smashwords, Amazon-Kindle, OmniLit and DriveThruFiction.













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