Eleanor Lennox

Speculative Fiction Writer

Welcome to my neon green landing station. I'm Eleanor, and I write spec stories about time loops in kitchens, haunted paradise O'Neill cylinders, and colonies off Titan (or really, the 7-year journey to get there). More tales past and future to be found on my Works page.

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2025 Fiction

The Color of Things
Flash Fiction Online Issue 143
Lit-Fic, 1000 words
After lunch, they ascended Bukit Teresek. All around her bloomed the musky fungal smell of dying things: mushrooms in the dark, moss and earth, steam and rot, fat-petaled flowers splayed open in old blackened logs. Life turning itself over.
"Keep moving, or leeches will get into your shoes," the guide said.

The Fish in the Garden
Radon Journal Issue 9
Sci-Fi, 2300 words
Interview @ Radon
Review @ SFF Reviews
I send my friend Lila her ticket the old-fashioned way. I felt the need to interfere, I write. The letter will find Lila, as ever, on her family's rotting veranda, where she shells peas and sings the old songs even as water licks the mildewed pink stone beneath her curling toes.The trip will take eleven years.

The Tiger's Handmaiden
Intrepidus Ink Cycle 11
Fantasy, 2300 words
"I've never seen the sea," I confessed. "What's it like?"
He smiled.
"You smell something fresh, and cold, and briny. Water freckles your cheek. You stick out your tongue and taste salt on your skin, in the very air. You hear waves booming and crashing on the beach, but it's not frightening. It sounds like poetry, the oldest poetry there is."

Our House
Factor Four Issue 43
Sci-Fi, 400 words
Included in Myna Chang's
Jan 2025 Flash Roundup
There is someone in our house.
It’s just after 2 am—I’m lying awake in bed.
Loud noises from downstairs. Three people, maybe four.
They’re looking for something.

The Passerby
MudRoom Issue 17
Lit-Fic, 4700 words
"Careful of the head," Mrs. Randall said sharply. "It can still bite you."
“How can it bite you?” I asked. “It’s dead.”
“No, he ain’t dead,” she said, eyeing it. “He’s just mostly dead.”
When Rebecca’s pa and brother came home a little while later, Rebecca’s pa said it was biblical. But everything’s biblical when your wife’s named Sarah and your daughter’s named Rebecca and you brought them out to live in a country full of snakes.

Upcoming Fiction in 2025

You Already Know How This Will End
(34 Orchard; November issue)
Original Details
(Drabblecast; TBD)

2024 Fiction

Lucky Rabbit
Crepuscular April 2024
Sci-Fi, 250 words
I am lost inside the zoo. I paid a lot to come here. My admission covered Tier 1: the cheapest animals. Chickens, rabbits, ducks. I had enough saved for one rabbit life. I was uploaded 4 years ago.

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About

Eleanor Lennox is a speculative fiction writer based in New England. She primarily writes sci-fi, though will occasionally dabble in fantasy and make it weird. Over 87% of her fiction mentions food (sometimes a full-blown homage to Babette's Feast). She lives on a foggy hilltop where light makes strange refractions, near a forest laced with crumbling stone walls and forgotten structures of unknown intent.

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