Leeron Heywood Writing

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To Hug A Cloud

As a child I spent hours reaching, trying to touch the fluffy, frolicking clouds. Then I learned that living clouds nested in the mountains...

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Responsibility For A Wish

If Annie’s grandparents had known she would wish for her “best friend” to come to life, they would’ve picked a smaller, lighter doll to gift her. Now that Annie was seven, Belle was half her size.

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The Shop Which Didn't Exist

There was a shop in the royal city which didn’t exist. Ask anyone.

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Winged But Flightless

"God's a right jokester, eh? Imagine if She'd made birds and not taught them to fly. But us and the Weave..."

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Forever Loved

At first you thought I was delusion. Your grief playing tricks on you. I didn’t know enough to tell you otherwise; I was barely five months old when I died.

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The Spill And The Scarflette

Mildred had noticed the red scarflette wrapped around the old woman’s left wrist; when you worked a cafe you got to know people by traits rather than names. But she hadn’t taken particular heed. The scarflette was just… there. Unremarkably remarkable. Until the spill happened.

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RIP Debbie

Judge Evans wished this case was being handled by someone with proper knowledge of werewolves. Or pet chickens.

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Check The Basement

I was woken by a tapping sound. For a moment I thought it was the oak tree outside my window. Then I remembered this new house doesn't have trees near it...

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Barking Up The Correct Tree

It was Gary's first time collecting materials from a magical tree, and while the tree being able to talk helped it also made him feel awkward.

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Netherworld Botany Conference Newbie

At least baffling ominous prophecies encouraged investment in research.

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Harbingers Of Life And Friendship

“Never look a crow in the eyes”, I was told as a child. “They steal away souls. They’ll lay death upon you, then eat your ghost before it reaches the After.”

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Oaths And Guidelines

The elderly goblin sighed. "They keep swearing my humors are all normal, but..."

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Crying For A Signal

A landslide leaves two children trapped in a cave they shouldn't have been in, and their com units can't get a signal through the rock...

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The Hotel Listens

"Don't worry about the sounds, it’s not… It’s just echoes. Sort of. Same for the voices. It’s nothing, honest. We think the building just gets lonely during the off-season. There’s no actual ghosts."

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A Touching Warning

"They tricked me. I've never needed a hug more in my life but it's already too late."

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A Pirate's Dream ARG

“Hi, Nat.” Mum’s voice was bright and breezy. “Do you remember hiding treasure in the walls?”

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Mr Flumkins Needs A Pet-Sitter

When a request came in for a week in a woodland cottage caring for a “special needs cat” Tom didn’t hesitate. Now, here he was... staring at a rickety fence topped with skulls.

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Sir, This Is A 24/7

This was what she got for slipping off-script. The guy being wild-eyed and covered with lacerations had thrown her. Not the usual kinda weird for overnight shift, even here.

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An Itinerant Mouse

On days like these, when the wind whistling past is wet and cold and the air inside the van stinks of petrol and coffee, I wonder if my mother was right. Perhaps I truly am a house mouse at heart.

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The Troll Toll Bridge

Hard to believe it was real. People swore it had to be magic. But it had stood strong for generations.

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The Monster Left Under The Childhood Bed

Student accommodations don't allow monsters. Blanket rule.

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Viciously Violent Verbosity

As alliteration assembles arcane arcs, the entire market trembles. The glottal hags are fighting AGAIN.

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The Second Inheritance

Lavinia Brent knew she couldn't truly escape her family history, but she wasn't about to let her brother drag her back in.

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Settled In

It was funny how quickly you got used to people calling you by the name you used inside.

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Prom Monarchs

He was the prom king, she was the prom queen... and through conspiracy a third crown was readied.