Leeron Heywood

20250423 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com “Hmm.” Antonio rolled the ball of clay between his hands. “What are you meant to be?” {I don’t know.} “Not to worry.” Antonio gently flattened the ball, examining where it gave and what strove to hold its height. “Let’s see… A hedgehog, perhaps?

20250422 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com It was starting again. That Conversation. Ailbhe ["AELVah"] shuddered, their twig-like fingers unable to block their long ears. The brownie was forced to wrap their arms around their head instead. It wasn’t enough. “…better for the children.” Better? How could it be

20250421 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Grandad’s funeral was surreal. I’d never been able to tell him and Paul apart. It must be strange to see your twin in a coffin. It was strange enough for me, looking at Grandad lying peaceful and then glancing about to see him

20250420 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Arthur knew it had to be a particularly vivid dream. What else would place him in the workshop of his beloved creation Sorceress Cecilia? “Creator!” The buxom blond elf threw her arms up and beamed. “O Weaver of All, you have answered my prayers! Praise

20250419 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com “Genny, what did you do?” The young changeling pouted, her cheeks puffing up. “Nothing!” Rebecca swallowed a sigh. Patience, she reminded herself. Patience and love, that’s what’s required. More so than most children. Pointing out school didn’t end for another three hours

20250418 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Now, I try not to judge customers on their purchases. Even grocery lists which look worrying almost always have perfectly innocent explanations. Very few people are, like, serial killers. So there I am, brainstorming all the reasons someone would need five litres of concentrated bleach

Anyone who knows me will be going “Of course you do. It’s an arbitrary invented dichotomy, and you hate those with unreasonable fury because you always seem to sit awkwardly between the two poles and you take that personally. I mean, you still haven’t forgiven Marmite.” To which

20250417 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Whump Whump Thump Ah. Oh dear. Whump Whack Smack Linda’s doing the carpets again. I lean back and peer out the window. I can just make her out in our little paved garden. Hair scraped into a bun and throttled with a tea towel.

20250416 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com They called me soulless because I never had time for tears. Too busy working and planning and looking after my siblings to stop and feel anything. I was fourteen when dad died in the mines. Dropped out of school the next day and started hunting

20250415 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com If desires are a flame, then I am a wildfire. Warm. Destructive. Resplendent in terror-inducing beauty. Good for the ecosystem in controlled amounts. Important for certain trees. Wait, what was I…? Oh yes. The human understanding of succubi is so limited. A product of your