by Heather Leet

The visions started when she was six. Her mother beat the visions away after she told her. They did not stay away for long. She told no one about what she saw and what she knew until the day she saw her best friends death. Her friend did not believe her, no one believed her and by 7pm her friend was dead. The town turned against her, so she kept the truth to herself and a town too scared to see her value would die one by one as she dreamed of each of their deaths.


Heather Leet, whose full catalog is here, is a modern day Robin Hood, but instead of stealing from the rich she cajoles them into giving her money to help fund programs that will hopefully one day make the world a better place. She spends not enough time writing on her blog, and hopes to one day publish her collection of Love Poems to Dictators.