Leeron Heywood Writing

Lacking Words To Sprout

Hollis was not surprised when a hooded crow landed on the branch she was sitting on, nor when it spoke with her grandfather’s voice.

A Ring Of Fire Holds Back The Forest's Vengeance

The street-cleansers were hard at work again, their flamethrowers rooting out any hint of living green which intruded into the city. Just to be safe.

Mr Grumpy's Secret Soul

Every day I wonder if this was intended as some twisted mercy, or if that wretched angel came up with a torture so fiendish it never would’ve occurred to ME, a proud denizen of hell itself.

Buoyant Blessings From The Sea

At the first light of dawn, as with every dawn, the children of the island rushed down to the ocean, combing their allotted stretch of shore. Praying to be blessed.

First Day At Vampire Coven

Standing here, in the doorway of this ornate and very Gothic hall filled with impeccably dressed vampires, is giving me unerring flashbacks to my distant first day at secondary school, facing the crowded cafeteria all alone.

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