Leeron Heywood Writing

Dandelion Kinda Romance

Sometimes love smells like roses and chocolates. But it can also smell like fresh wildflowers and muddy boots.

Fairy Godmother Daytime Drinking

Even running a small pub in a small town, Ian had seen all sorts. But he’d never had anyone storm in sporting full evening wear at lunchtime. And them being four feet tall with glowing butterfly-esk wings was also novel.

Surrogate Dragon

What a pair they were, two very different struggles mostly cancelled out by the other’s presence.

A Behavioural Programming Oversight

The Automatic Robotic Soldiers were hailed as the future of warfare. Inexhaustible, capable of learning, and utterly loyal to the leadership. At least, that was the plan…

The Stars Came In Screaming

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The stars weren’t due to arrive for thirty years. And they’d never screamed before.

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