Leeron Heywood Writing

A Capable Princess Crew

The trip started so well, but now… what a way to turn thirteen. At least I’m not alone.

Empty Except For Belief In Protocol

“Good morning, captain!” SEMA chirped. “Do you have any special instructions for today?” Captain Riley’s corpse did not answer.

Sugar Spun Over Blood

“Ooh, a rowboat!” She trills. You’d have to know her very well to detect the fury hidden behind her air-headed smile. “How romantic!”

A Ghost I Never Was

Mum wrings her hands and frowns at all the hoarded tat like it somehow snuck into her house of its own accord.

Negotiating With A Genie

“Hm.” A pair of glasses appeared on the genie’s nose, and a stack of books poofed into existence around him. “What kind of flight did you have in mind?”

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