Leeron Heywood Writing

I hate the "pantser vs plotter" framework

Anyone who knows me will be going “Of course you do. It’s an arbitrary invented dichotomy, and you hate those with unreasonable fury because you always seem to sit awkwardly between the two poles and you take that personally. I mean, you still haven’t forgiven Marmite.” To which

Pinned Tight To Unseeable Strings

20250417 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Whump Whump Thump Ah. Oh dear. Whump Whack Smack Linda’s doing the carpets again. I lean back and peer out the window. I can just make her out in our little paved garden. Hair scraped into a bun and throttled with a tea towel.

Morris Never Had Time For Tears

20250416 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com They called me soulless because I never had time for tears. Too busy working and planning and looking after my siblings to stop and feel anything. I was fourteen when dad died in the mines. Dropped out of school the next day and started hunting

A Candid Interview With A Shopping Succubus

20250415 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com If desires are a flame, then I am a wildfire. Warm. Destructive. Resplendent in terror-inducing beauty. Good for the ecosystem in controlled amounts. Important for certain trees. Wait, what was I…? Oh yes. The human understanding of succubi is so limited. A product of your

Just Me And The Habitat Environmental Control Automator

20250414 That whining buzz again. Right by my ear. It’s impossible to sleep through. That’s why HECA does it. Ne’s learned that running the rest pod’s air filter at a specific speed creates that piercing whinge. I swallow a groan. Fumble for the status panel. “Easy,

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