Eleanor Lennox

Speculative Fiction Writer

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Upcoming Fiction

The Atures Parrot
(Radon Journal Issue 12 - Feb 1)

Original Details
(Drabblecast; TBD)

2025 Fiction

You Already Know How This Will End34 Orchard Issue 12
Included in Ide Hennessy's
2025 Recommended Short StoriesThe promise of Eden is always kept.

The Color of ThingsFlash Fiction Online Issue 143
Review @SFF ReviewsAll 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 GardenRadon Journal Issue 9
Interview @ Radon
Review @ SFF ReviewsI’ve heard that the rings of Saturn are more soothing to gaze upon than the vastness of the Pacific Ocean..

The Tiger's HandmaidenIntrepidus Ink Cycle 11I learned to read the dictionary of shadows, to find drops of light and reservoirs of water.*

Our House
Factor Four Issue 43
Included in Myna Chang's
Jan 2025 Flash RoundupThere is someone in our house.

The Passerby
MudRoom Issue 17I’d been listening to the wind again, the day she came to us. Ma said it was my bad habit from being born in 1874—the year of the locusts. Babies born that year grew up untrusting, she said. We also grew up small.

2024 Fiction

Lucky Rabbit
Crepuscular April 2024I am lost inside the zoo.

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About

Eleanor Lennox is a speculative fiction writer based in New England. She mostly writes sci-fi, though will occasionally slink into fantasy and make it weird. Whatever the genre, there will be food, often space travel, and occasionally time loops, weird trees, and cults. 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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