Leeron Heywood Writing

Velvet Golden Years

She was old. Which, for a dragon, meant over three hundred years had flown with her.

Happy Hoard, Happy Life

It always snowed on the mountain. Always. Until one day it didn’t…

An Enticing Unwitting Violet Doom

The meteorite painted the night sky a dazzling violet, shining like a gift from the heavens. But what it carried was death incarnate.

Anomalical Managerial Concern

As I unseal the double doors I’m hit with a dissonant wash of cheap bleach and expensive cologne. Great. There goes any hope of getting off work early today…

A Simple Masquerade Turns Interesting

Hanna is tired of being nagged about getting a boyfriend, so decided to use her skills to concoct a front. What could go wrong…

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