Leeron Heywood

20250404 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com The Hog And Bailey wasn’t a pub Wendy expected to have a mystical experience in. It was the quintessential rural pub which scraped out a living catering to travellers from the motorway. The locals had their own invisibly roped off areas enforced by piercing

Because personal branding is hard when you're liminal. Apologies in advance; this has a lot of pictures. How do I want people to read me? Not my work, ME. What assumptions are they likely to make? What assumptions do I want them to make? What assumptions do I

Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Cleansing. That’s what it promised. “A cleansing scrub”. Refreshing foam. Gentle exfoliation. Secret super-modern science drawn from ancient wisdom formulated to revitalise your appearance. She left it unopened by the sink for a few days. The promises were always far sweeter than the reality. Reality

20250402 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Birds circled overhead. Not just scavengers, either; there were pigeons, starlings, parakeets. (Once remarkable, now naturalised. Symbolic for so much of our changing world.) The flocks swirled and spiralled. Never touching. Leaving no part of the field without a feathering watching canopy. I turn my

20250401 Part 1 here. Susan gulped and floored it. Which didn’t do much; her loyal mini wasn’t built for speed. She cringed and kept as close to the side of the road as possible, the pack roaring past in a jostling charge which to her relief avoided her.

20250331 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Susan had embraced an astounding variety of life experiences while running a public library. Particularly for fundraising. She’d learned to juggle, had a photoshoot with a snake, gone bungee jumping, been an officiant for a three-year-old’s divorce from a previously beloved video game

20250330 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com How to give a statue a heart? Riddick paced back and forth across his studio. Wringing his hands behind him. Scratching his chin and smoothing his beard. Fussing with his hair which refused to stay pulled back. The challenge was absurd. The local lord had

20250329 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com This is a disgrace! I, the greatest scammer in the city, swindled by a cat! Now a dozen restaurant owners are after me, my vital anonymity is in tatters, my boots stink of rat shit, and - worst of all! - the wretched beast ran

20250328 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Whimpers. That was the first thing Gar registered. Whimpers and the weight of shackles around his limbs. The pain only hit when he lifted his head. Throbbing pounding it would be blinding but the space was pitch black. He went limp again and his groan

20250327 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Barron-on-Fens never got visitors before those ghost hunters showed up dead. Now it was overflowing with hunters and researchers and festering content creators, all clamouring to hear “the legend”. They were all loudly disappointed by how little legend there was. As if that was the