Leeron Heywood Writing

A Name To Die As

Tom always expected his past would catch up to him one day. Sometimes he even hoped it would.

For Research Purposes

This scoop was going to be Oliver’s big break. While mainstream journalists repeated stock fear mongering, he was going to pen a bold first-hand report of experiencing this “astral meth”.

Another Momentary Lapse, Another Tragedy

Pain throbs behind my eyeballs. I hope that means I drunk too much last night, not too little. A hope that dies when I realise my hands are sticky…

A Temporary Fix

It all happened so fast. Getting the call from the boating club. Rushing to hospital. Being told that Callum had passed. And then, slim dangling hope - “There’s an experimental procedure…”

Hungry Roots

Brian was proud of his apple orchard and took good care of his trees. Including the ones he let grow wild around the edges of his property. But sometimes pruning is called for…

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