Leeron Heywood Writing

To Hug A Cloud

As a child I spent hours reaching, trying to touch the fluffy, frolicking clouds. Then I learned that living clouds nested in the mountains...

Responsibility For A Wish

If Annie’s grandparents had known she would wish for her “best friend” to come to life, they would’ve picked a smaller, lighter doll to gift her. Now that Annie was seven, Belle was half her size.

The Shop Which Didn't Exist

There was a shop in the royal city which didn’t exist. Ask anyone.

Winged But Flightless

"God's a right jokester, eh? Imagine if She'd made birds and not taught them to fly. But us and the Weave..."

Forever Loved

At first you thought I was delusion. Your grief playing tricks on you. I didn’t know enough to tell you otherwise; I was barely five months old when I died.

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