Leeron Heywood Writing

3rd person PoV

Guarding Causality

The only remarkable thing about the office was how utterly archetypal it looked. It made the letter Tony’s father had left him feel even crazier…

microfiction

Migration Routes Have Shifted In The Last Millennia

Now, Oscar was used to trying to shoo people out of protected waters. But before they’d always been, well, VEHICLES where they shouldn’t be. Whereas this…

3rd person PoV

A Plague, A Cull, The Fires Weep

Calvin wished he’d been assigned to one of the big dragon hunts. With those majestic beasts, you could pretend it was a fair fight. With these little forest dragons…

microfiction

Seven Generations Of Excellent Literary Management

Ugh. They’re arguing again. What a terrible waste of an otherwise pleasant afternoon. I sigh and stretch one paw towards the flirtatious sunbeam…

microfiction

Hide And Seek And Find

Normally the group wouldn’t even THINK of dabbling in magic, much less scary stuff like this, but Lorna had been missing for days…

microfiction

The Cult Of Galactic Understanding

No! I was sure this would prove my stupid sister WRONG! Now my nose’s bleeding and my Communion Chip won’t.. Stop. Buzzing.

microfiction

An Imbolc Brawl

Each year, the fight between winter and summer left the mortal world cowering. A conflict without end… but two lovers plot otherwise.

microfiction

An Oath Made To Lunaria

Every morning my first action is to touch the Oathgem at my neck and reaffirm my duties. But today I find crumbling, melting shards which fall from the pendent at the slightest touch…

microfiction

Almost Close Enough

The frozen lake was a breathtaking sight, light reflecting off its surface so the surrounding woods was up-lit - the perfect natural photoshoot. Kathy had never been so lucky…

microfiction

Refilling The Reservoir With Care

For over forty years Edna’s hut had been open to all who needed healing. But today the door stands shut…

microfiction

A Ward Of Silence Stifled Dawn

Kyle didn’t think it strange Granny was agitated; knowing you’re dying must be dreadfully stressful…

microfiction

The Order Of The Onyx Urn

Everyone agreed the Ancients had been immensely wise. But... wise enough for this to be part of their great plan?

microfiction

A Stolen Taste Of Spring

Everyone thought it harmless to wish for an early spring. And usually it was.

microfiction

A Trying Reflection

Avoiding all reflections for the week was annoying, but NECESSARY. Mira knew what happened to people who didn’t heed the danger…

microfiction

Earthbound Passenger Riding Cargo

The mess hall fell silent as Jerry walked in. Nobody looked up. Certainly nobody looked AT him. He wished he knew WHY.

microfiction

A Vigilant Gaze Unpeels

Nina knew the vigil was for the greater good, but of course she was going to worry about her son having been chosen for it.

microfiction

Born Of Dreams

Why am I afraid? This is a dream. I’m in control. But the fear persists regardless.

microfiction

Blink And You'll Hear It

I thought this was going to be a nice, easy job. After all the supernatural threats I’ve hunted and wrangled, this one sounded well-behaved…

microfiction

Sleep Deep And Be Called

I wake in a jolt, mid-step, my limbs flailing. It’s just like the others described - which means I’ve fallen victim to the curse.

microfiction

Tend The Fire, Count The Stones

The task is very simple. The circle has twelve stones. No more, no less…

microfiction

A Guest Through Famished Pass

This didn’t make sense. Gravier had ensured the caravan packed more than enough food to get through Famished Pass, so how were they running out?

microfiction

Nature Abhors A Hungry Vacuum

Tanith leant on her cane and eyeballed the old shed. It looked rather… SMALL to hold whatever malevolent force was causing the village’s suffering, but…

microfiction

A Sacred Second Betrothal

Icy wind whips against my face, yet the snow doesn’t touch me, flakes drifting coyly close only to flit away, leaving my wedding suit perfectly dry.

microfiction

A Resilient Heart-Vine

Karen had never understood the appeal of gardening. She was happy with her plastic plants and synthetic lawn. So where did that vine come from?

microfiction

Paying At Forgotten Warmth

Jim’s breath fogged on the tavern window. His hollow stomach whined. He’d heard you didn’t pay for the food with MONEY here…