CM Simpson: Writer & Gamer

This week’s verse moves from an urban fantasy piece about a pixie's whose trick turns sour to an experimental poem about a chance meeting. It is taken from 366 Days of Poetry , a collection of mixed-genre poetry released in 2016. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------   Where Do You Live? “Do you live in the hills?” he said, he did. “Do you live way up there in the rocks?” “I live in the hills,” I replied, I did, “safe in the rocks in the hills.” “Will you show me where?” he said, he did, “so that I may come calling there?” “Why don’t I come see you,” I carefully replied, “in your home in the valley below?” “But it is a long way, from your hills and your rocks,” he said, he did, he said, “and we are both here, by the stream, with our socks.” I took my washing and fled. -------------------------------------------------------------

This week’s short story takes us from the science fiction setting of one woman's war against aliens to a near-future post-apocalyptic tale of heritage and adventure. Welcome to Old Magic . After disaster and disease wipe out the world we know, powers carried by right of ancestry act as a sixth sense for trouble in a ruined city. Can she be the only one to have survived. Old Magic is available as a stand-alone short story at the following links: https://www.amazon.com/Old-Magic-C-M-Simpson-ebook/dp/B00B34KSWW/ . You can also find Kristine Kathryn Rusch's latest free short story over on her blog: kriswrites.com . Why don't you go and check it out?

LAST WEEK, Tiger revealed Simone shouldn't have been able to talk to him. This week, Simone shows that the mutation has continued... and that the hunting side they saw in the others has show up in her, too. Chapter 3 Excerpt – The Beast Side Emerges Dear Tiger, You know how you said you’d try to stop me from eating something I’d regret when I remembered? Well, I think you failed. You know how I had a collection of little critters? I don’t have that collection any more. They’re all gone, Tiges… and I feel like I’ve eaten enough for twenty of me. There’s fur and feathers everywhere… and blood, so much blood. I’m going to need to clean things up in here. It’s a mess of congealing brown with highlights of red. And the smell… ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- The complete series is available as short, individual ebooks, and will become available as an omnibus, later this year. In the meantime, you