Leeron Heywood Writing

Bad Smudge! Bad Present!

Pets mean well, but somehow always seem to have the worst timing.

That Constant Creak

As a child that floorboard was my nemesis. I never managed to avoid it. My secret dream was the floor needing to be replaced. Now I'm so, so glad that didn't happen.

Breaking Confidentiality

“I don’t know what it is. If it’s a literal monster, or someone in the house, or… But her parents know about it."

Welcome In The Dark

20250518 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Jim had never been afraid of the dark. To him, darkness was a comforting, protective shroud. It let him vanish. If people couldn’t see you, they couldn’t point at you. They didn’t know to laugh. Or throw pity. Who you were in

The Lonely Rover

20250517 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com “You want me to… what?” May stared blankly at the little booth with its microphone. Supervisor Ellen didn’t bat an eye. Simply repeated “Your overnight duty is to monitor RXV’s emergency readout, and to talk to it.” “About what?” “Pretty much anything will

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