Leeron Heywood Writing

1st person PoV

Huntresses Of The Moon

For three days now, a pack of snow-white wolves have circled the town. Each day there are more of them, and they are more desperate to get inside…

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Guests Of Winter

The air in the meeting hall is… odd. Here we are, about to find out who’ll be gifted to Winter, and there’s no fretting at all.

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A Shelter For Winter

While the rest of the region suffers a heat wave, Charles is enjoying time next to the eternally frozen lake.

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A Fountain Of Frozen Secrets

Today the statue was expected to melt, so nobody was in the town square. That would be uncouth.

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The Voiceless Haunt The Silent Pines

The path through Silent Pines is only ever taken by the desperate. Far better to spend a month traversing frozen mountain paths than risk a week on that straight, sandy road…

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Raw Truth Sears Deep

If only Patrick hadn’t quarrelled with his father. Perhaps then he would’ve minded the rules about windows.

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Etched In Ice And Blood

I spat blood and hauled myself up once more. I wouldn’t let this thief escape!

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Sworn On The Serpent

Winter being the slowest season, it’s also when spirits presiding over nature have the most free time - the cause of many a song or legend…

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One Last Promise

All that remained of that long-forgotten god was at the beginning of the year promises still froze and dropped from your lips like a perfect ice teardrop.

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I'll Call Them Serendipity

Any minute now the clock would strike midnight, and the geasa would be set for the year. Needed to find Beth a suitable resolution FAST.

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The Door To Possibility

The Door was a constant. No matter where you were, or what state you were in, at the moment where the old year turned into the new, everyone encountered the Door.

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Distributing The Old Favourite

“Seer…” What a strange voice. What could it possibly be?

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A Time To Address What Lingers Unfinished

Ah, the last hour of the year. And Cathie was due a break anyway; might as well let all the lingering resolutions in and address them.

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Suspended On Promises And Paved With Resolutions

It’s a dream, I remind myself, and like every other year this doesn’t quite comfort me. After all, it affects the real world…

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The Winds Of Transformation

Nobody said you SHOULDN’T be outside at midnight on the last day of the year. But they did take pains to warn you about the consequences…

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Spring Travelling For Seasonal Business

We’ve done this for thousands of years, you’d think by now I could get a VIP pass or something…

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Slipping Between Threads

As a child Harold’s ‘split existence’ didn’t bother him. Most of the year his bedtime was before darkness fell anyway…

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A Dualities Duet

High above us the cathedral belfry rings in the sixteenth hour of our vigil. We’ve already lost a score of singers, with eight hours left to go…

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One Of Us Needs To Be Individual

Every solstice, catching my shadow gets harder. How long do I have before dawn?

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Buying A Reason

I’d known about the Midnight Market since I was a child but never been before. It’s as eerie as everyone claims. I hope they’re also right about what you can buy here…

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The Plight Of The Dropped Star-Child

After that solstice marvel, nobody in the village called mundane wispy meteorites a “falling star” ever again.

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An Impartial Third Liminal Opinion

While newborn care had caused Kyle to slip into hallucinations before, this was a dozy of a lack-of-sleep vision.

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Born From Stories, Darkness, And Hope

Why all the concern? All I had to do was tend the fire.

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A Foxy Christmas

This Christmas, Amanda’s buried past returns. Will she go to earth, or face it?

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Traded For Tender Amber Song

It’s that time again - the spirits have visited. What did they take, and what did they leave in its place?