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Leeron Heywood Writing

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urban fantasy

A collection of 39 issues

The Spill And The Scarflette

Mildred had noticed the red scarflette wrapped around the old woman’s left wrist; when you worked a cafe you got to know people by traits rather than names. But she hadn’t taken particular heed. The scarflette was just… there. Unremarkably remarkable. Until the spill happened.

RIP Debbie

Judge Evans wished this case was being handled by someone with proper knowledge of werewolves. Or pet chickens.

Check The Basement

I was woken by a tapping sound. For a moment I thought it was the oak tree outside my window. Then I remembered this new house doesn't have trees near it...

Barking Up The Correct Tree

It was Gary's first time collecting materials from a magical tree, and while the tree being able to talk helped it also made him feel awkward.

Oaths And Guidelines

The elderly goblin sighed. "They keep swearing my humors are all normal, but..."

The Hotel Listens

"Don't worry about the sounds, it’s not… It’s just echoes. Sort of. Same for the voices. It’s nothing, honest. We think the building just gets lonely during the off-season. There’s no actual ghosts."

A Touching Warning

"They tricked me. I've never needed a hug more in my life but it's already too late."

Mr Flumkins Needs A Pet-Sitter

When a request came in for a week in a woodland cottage caring for a “special needs cat” Tom didn’t hesitate. Now, here he was... staring at a rickety fence topped with skulls.

Sir, This Is A 24/7

This was what she got for slipping off-script and opening with “Are you ok??” rather than the usual “Can I get you anything?”. The guy being wild-eyed and covered with lacerations had thrown her. Not the usual kinda weird for overnight shift, even at a 24/7 gas-and-shopping place.

The Monster Left Under The Childhood Bed

Student accommodations don't allow monsters. Blanket rule.