Leeron Heywood

20250503 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Gabby blinked and blearily wrapped her hands around the steaming mug of coffee. The post-cryogen fugue making every motion and thought a struggle through treacle. “I… sorry, w-what?” “I said, don’t worry, we’ve all been there.” Seth repeated patiently. “First time doing cryo?

20250502 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com It looked like a pool of inky water. Except that no matter how well illuminated the cave was, the surface of the pool never glinted. All light which touched it was swallowed. The man stared at it, tilting his head one way then the other,

20250501 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com We leaned up against the wall, and I had no idea what was coming next. My brother’d said there was someone he wanted me to meet but wouldn’t tell me anything more. And he was being fidgety. So there we were, in a

20250430 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Kellie had been running a bookshop for nearly thirty years now, and had served plenty of ‘supernatural’ clients. But this request was unusual. “Advice on performing great works?” Kellie blinked and adjusted her spectacles. (Non-prescription, tinted to avoid headaches. Plus she felt so much more

20250429 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Inter-reality tourism sounded like such a good idea. And maybe it was for the people embarking on exciting adventures to worlds unlike their own. But when you were stuck doing customer service for them it just ratcheted all the usual minimum wage nightmares up to

20250428 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Jack wasn’t allowed to play with dolls; it made his parents worry, and his classmates mean, and his teachers uncomfortable. So he kept his secret stash of dolls in the clubhouse he’d built on the waste ground out back. An endeavour his parents

20250427 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com The rain was light but unyielding, and his clothes were soaked through, the cheap cotton heavy and chafing against his skin. But he still hesitated. Weighing the building up. Two-story. Dull grey stone on the ground floor shifting to brick on the upper. Just like

20250426 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com “You don’t mind?” Steph whispered. She knew the answer; it was the same every time. She just… needed to hear it. “Not at all.” HEM intoned, nir synthetic voice a close proximation to reassuring. “I understand the importance of monitoring and maintaining different resource

20250425 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com When Abigail first moved to the island she hated the fog. How it smothered everything in dark damp grey. The way it stole mornings and sometimes entire days. But now, after living here three years, she’d adopted the local mindset; fog days were like

20250424 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com [Miss Teagan. I will be at the Chained Swans this evening at 20:00. If you are not interested in this opportunity no action is required.] Joan turned the embossed envelope over in her fingers. Distantly admiring the flowing cursive of the letter. Was it