Leeron Heywood

A new SpecFic writer doing daily microfictions to improve my craft. My stories are sometimes cosy, sometimes grim, and always quirky. Feedback is appreciated!

https://leeronheywood.substack.com

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Leeron Heywood

A new SpecFic writer doing daily microfictions to improve my craft. My stories are sometimes cosy, sometimes grim, and always quirky. Feedback is appreciated!

https://leeronheywood.substack.com

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The Spill And The Scarflette

Leeron Heywood

4 min read

Mildred had noticed the red scarflette wrapped around the old woman’s left wrist, in the same way she noticed that the biker girl had a tuft of hair seemingly immune to gel and the architect fella was a chronic silent farter; when you worked a cafe you got to know people by appearance and traits rather than names. But she hadn’t taken particular heed of the scarflette. It was just… there. Unremark...

Fantasy

Check The Basement

Leeron Heywood

4 min read

I was woken by a tapping sound. For a moment, floating in that sleepy haze, I was back in the old house listening to the oak playing silly tree tunes on my window.

Then my brain caught up to the present and I was jolted wide awake by the fact this house didn’t have any trees close to it, nothing at all to tap against my window in fact, and I sat up to listen closely.

The sound wasn’t coming from...

Horror

Oaths And Guidelines

Leeron Heywood

2 min read

“Good afternoon, Mr Gramble. How are you today?”

The elderly goblin let out a weary huff, the tips of his ears curling and uncurling. “Well. Given the state of the world right now… can’t complain, I suppose.”

Dr Kylie smiled sympathetically. “I get you. Are your joints any better?”

“No. Tried mugwort - my cousin swears by it. Didn’t do a jot.”

“Oh dear.” Kylie took his outstretched hand for inspec...

Fantasy

Crying For A Signal

Leeron Heywood

3 min read

Jamie was crying. Alison wanted to cry too, but she was The Responsible One, which meant she had to be brave for him, even though he was older.

She hugged his arm tight. “It’ll be fine, Jam-Jam! I’m sure they’re looking for us by now.”

“Th-the coms signal can’t get through, so-”

“But the last signal would be us going into the cave, right?” Alison forced her voice to stay confident and chirpy. “So...

Science fiction

An Itinerant Mouse

Leeron Heywood

2 min read

On days like these, when the wind whistling past is wet and cold and the air inside the van stinks of petrol and coffee, I wonder if my mother was right. Perhaps I truly am a house mouse at heart. This itinerant life carries such stress. Such uncertainty.

Maybe when they finally park for the night, I’ll investigate the buildings nearby and find a nice little place to settle down and integrate wit...