Leeron Heywood Writing

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Super Replaceable

In a more primitive era, being zapped to another timeline would leave one disoriented, but these days every superhero had a phone widget for that. And this city looks exactly like the one Caroline just left…

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Breath Of The Clockwork Heart

Bell-Tender Heath watched the tower’s clockwork tick and whir. Everything was exactly as it should be. He didn’t look out the windows.

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Stranded With The News

Before the clouds descended, Fran had lamented not being connected to the city…

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No Laughing Matter

Of all the curses to sweep the world… clowns. At least turning into a zombie had a dignified sort of pathos.

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Grasping From The Canal

I was just trying to clear my head. Be healthy. Do my therapist proud.

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Worse Than Alone

Kelly woke to find the internet down - and the city empty. Surely there has to be SOMEONE else left?

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One Chocolate Bar’s Worth Of Adventuring Advice

Thank you, dearie. Now… if you follow that river…

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A Demonic Force Meets A Father's Resolve

If only more parenting books thought to mention signs of demonic possession.

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Dislocated Joy

I’m trying really hard to recapture the glee and aimless joy which came so naturally as a child. Back when I felt alive.

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Guardian Angel's Deputies Seek Hero

When a child has an accident, it’s up to his guardian angel, living teddybear, and anxious under-bed monster to arrange rescue!

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The Light Mage's Shadow

What Helen was about to do would get her not only thrown out of the academy but stripped of her magic and possibly interred in the Wayward Crypts. Alive.

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The Last To Leave

Agatha had always sworn she’d never do this. That she wouldn’t be the one to steal away the last scrap of family her brother had. And yet…

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Stringent Parental Drop-In

“See you soon!” Maggie trilled into the phone, then sprinted into the kitchen in a panic. “My parents are visiting!!”

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Easy As ABC

If I’d known it was Gory’s bag I never woulda opened it, even being desperate to keep him from kicking me out of the gang…

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Give A Hand

While it’s normal to try all sorts of rheumatism cures, very few people turn to demonology. But Agnus had a quilt to finish.

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He'll Clean Up Nicely, I'm Sure

When Lucy declared that she was giving up on dating, her friends were entirely sympathetic. Her renewed interest in robotics didn’t strike them as odd either… at first.

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The Lucky Sister

She’s so lucky. And I don't think she even realises it. It's not fair!

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Post-Mortem Advocacy

“I wouldn’t say I KNOW the deceased, exactly - I only met him after he died…”

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Dandelion Kinda Romance

Sometimes love smells like roses and chocolates. But it can also smell like fresh wildflowers and muddy boots.

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Fairy Godmother Daytime Drinking

Even running a small pub in a small town, Ian had seen all sorts. But he’d never had anyone storm in sporting full evening wear at lunchtime. And them being four feet tall with glowing butterfly-esk wings was also novel.

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Surrogate Dragon

What a pair they were, two very different struggles mostly cancelled out by the other’s presence.

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A Behavioural Programming Oversight

The Automatic Robotic Soldiers were hailed as the future of warfare. Inexhaustible, capable of learning, and utterly loyal to the leadership. At least, that was the plan…

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The Stars Came In Screaming

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The stars weren’t due to arrive for thirty years. And they’d never screamed before.

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The Crimson Lattice

Gable didn’t realise it was happening at first. He didn’t even know how long it’d been going on.

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Ribbons Through Moonlit Orbit

“War means no communication with the enemy, soldier! THAT INCLUDES FAN MAIL!”