Leeron Heywood Writing

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The Defiant Ghost Of Jackie Frost

They thought they’d killed her. But it’s remarkable what one can achieve through magic, determination, and stone-cold spite.

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Wistless

Barry hadn’t gotten anything (other than cereal) out of his cereal box since he was a child, and certainly never an explosion of sparkles bearing an invitation…

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An Errant Child And Woodland Gossip

Everyone respected how Noel’s family were clinging to hope that their child might be found, but the rest of the village had mentally buried him. Until...

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The Wandering Door To Somewhere

How long had that door been there? While there was nothing odd about the design, it was starkly out of place...

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The Last Spooky Story

Let me weave the story you wish…

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A Dear Sister's Frosty Advice

I was surprised to get a knock at my door, and shocked it was a postie. All the way out here? But it only got stranger…

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Worth His Weight

Another failed casting? I don’t understand…

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Granny's Mystery Recipe

Kevin wished he’d gotten to cook with granny, like everyone else. At least her recipes lived on.

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A Widow's Allotted Warmth

Beth told herself she was imagining the sideways glances. Mourning in isolation was clearly doing funny things to her head.

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Blessed Bread Bane

Managing fey-human relations involves all sorts of jobs, but this is a uniquely CRUMBy situation to unpick…

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The Feast Of Secrets

If there’s one thing the harvest goddess loved more than feasting and merriment, it was delicious juicy gossip.

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A Hungry Midnight Knock

Tending the inn’s batchless pottage was Laura’s favourite part of the overnight shift. Admittedly there wasn’t much else positive about being available to help patrons. At least she was rarely bothered…

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Invited After All

Just as the family finished setting the table and sat down for the Solstice Feast, there was a knock at the door. A traveller.

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Honeyed Memory Wrapped In Waxen Forgetting

“The bees know their way home, grandma. It’s not like they’d forget.”

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A Fire Shared Is A Fire Grown

Hannah had never thought much about Hearth Week. And she was now too old to believe in monsters…

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A Simple Crushing Choice

It was a simple choice. A simple, dreadful, bitter choice…

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The Mask That Reveals

I was excited and anxious about taking part in the Midwinter Chorus. What mask would choose me? Would I be able to do it justice?

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The Hearth Eternal

The longest night. The oldest fire. Two strangers, bound by destiny. “If you were called, welcome. If not… turn back now.”

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A Timless Solstice

When your siblings wish upon Solstice Stars…

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The Errant Lonely Bell

It was a tradition old as copper, though these days most of the bells were made of bronze or silver. All through the warm months they sang. But tomorrow’s the first day of winter, the silent season…

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The Ghosts Of Holidays Long Past

Perhaps it was the spiced wine, or the memories of holidays past, but August found himself reflecting on the puzzle of mortality.

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A Glimpse Into The Winter Habits Of Forest Dragons

Here we see a juvenile forest dragon, resting in the yearling burrow she shares with her litter-mates…

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A Party To Deceit

That familiar masked figure blocking the alley meant my hopes were dashed - unless I can convince what I could not escape…

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The Importance Of Earnest Truth-Seeking

I must make it clear that I would normally never interact with an obviously magical artefact, but something pulled me to the eerily white, faintly glowing board…

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It’s Called A Guilt COMPLEX For A Reason

Graham suspected there were dozens of movies with premises very similar to this experiment, and was starting to wonder if he should have watched some of them…