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Leeron Heywood

The Witch Phoenix

The tang of ash and regret chokes the air. I angle my wings and soar down, down… not towards the charred skeleton of a hut or the corpses within, but to the other end of the pitiful trail; the cowering figure huddled deep in the woods.

In The Jaws Of Hate, For Love

Dawn touches the horizon as we gather. We’re all dressed for a riot - masks, helmets, warding amulets - yet the silence echoes. It will remain until the guard arrives to stamp it out.

A Time Capsule Of Dreams

Clearing out the parents' attic leads to rediscovering old stolen treasure - and accompanying pain.

The Heady Scent Of Clarity

A demure sign promising magic. An impulsive diversion from her journey home. Now Sam has to decide what she truly wants.

The High Harbour Inn

The High Harbour inn sat at the centre of what had once been Tempest Valley. The legendary thousand-year storm quietly quelled by the couple who’d made this place their home.

Justice For The Spyder

Darkness fills the cave, but I no longer have eyes and am unbothered by lack of light. This mask, this wicked porcelain prison, forces me to see the nightmare surrounding me.

My Wife's Secret Room

For five years I have grappled with temptation. Morning and night that door taunts me. Why must I never look inside? Why won’t she at least EXPLAIN?

When You ASSUME

"Did you assume I was gay from the moment you found out it was a guy applying to work at your flower shop?"

What Is Love?

Daisy didn't even notice, that first time. But as the weeks went on the pattern began to eat at her.

First First Date

"We'll have our phones off silent all evening, so just shoot a message if you need picking up early. For ANY reason. Alright?”