Leeron Heywood Writing

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.

Out Fishing For Urban Sharks

I slither from my burrow and taste the air. Ah, perfect hunting weather. But first, I should put my Guise on. What kind of predators do I want to eat today?

The Vault Of Arcane Neglect

The air of the basement was dank and sour, undercut with the fizz of forbidden magics. The unhallowed graveyard of the Arcane Citadel’s guilty secrets.

Being My Shadow's Shadow

Some days I think I’ve gotten used to being the shadow. Some days I feel it might be better this way. Other days I desperately long to scream.

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