Lennox Ducksworth

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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34 Stories

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“Even Tungsten Melts...” by Lennox Ducksworth

Submitted to Contest #95

It was terrifying. She might as well have been willingly going over a cliff into a volcano. Her heart told her so, as well as the tension in her body, even her racing thoughts, something alien to her. She always kept her thoughts under control. That’s what she was trained to do. Stay calm, and control your own mind, otherwise, the enemy will do it for you, and if they have your mind, they have your life. She kept her mind under her own for her entire life. Until that moment. It wasn't the first “dilemma” she was given, but it was the most im...

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“A Cat With A Hard Drive...” by Lennox Ducksworth

Submitted to Contest #94

The wrinkles around the eyes. That was the secret. It took all over two weeks for the Man of Justice to perfect it. After that, his pearly white smile was stapled across every magazine across The United States, across every thumbnail on fangirl Youtube videos, and even in a nomination for the sexiest man alive Although the Super Man acted like he didn't accept the compliments, deep down, as down as a penny is in a bowl of cereal, he basked in it. He loved the attention. Enough so that he'd get the right sponsorships, the right commercials an...

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“Four Marsupials Walk In A Quinceañera...” by Lennox Ducksworth

Submitted to Contest #93

The fiesta de quinceañera was supposed to represent the coming of her womanhood. A family gathering in which her Abuela could look at her in a new light, her father can shed a tear, and for extended family to see their cousin and niece in her greatest light, years later on her wedding day. It started off good from the Misa de Accio de Gracias to the Quinceanera herself in her sparkling aqua-marine ball gown and the banquet hall with balloons and blinking colored lights that went with the accordion of the music for the long festivity. This wa...

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“Wandering In Carnage...” by Lennox Ducksworth

Submitted to Contest #93

Cotton candy and buttery oozing popcorn invaded the nostrils of Garrett Thompson. The sounds of giggling children alongside the whirring and buzzing of hundreds of machines and rides littering all around him sent rumbling through his ears. For once, the sounds of the carnival were louder than the throbbing of his heart in his ears. He wiped the sweat from his forehead then took a deep breath. In and out...just like Master Jai taught him. The immortal swordsman knew more about meditation and breathing techniques than letting the mind panic un...

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“Darkness Dwarfs Us All...” by Lennox Ducksworth

Submitted to Contest #92

His name was Carl Hoag. Middle-aged, with salt and peppered hair with a beard he decided to let it grow out because as his wife said, “Reminded her of the day she met him. Carl was in the United States for twenty years, originally from New Zealand, but enough 90s action movies and a woman from across the world he met on a trip she made to his home country, made him realize that love is where the heart is. And his wife was his heart. Of course, life in America was different than in New Zealand, more difficult Carl thought at first, but hey, h...

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“To Swat A Mosquito...” by Lennox Ducksworth

Submitted to Contest #92

Dragons love the sun. That’s what his father used to tell him in the old legends he’d tell him before he went to bed. That the benevolent creatures were the ultimate creatures. That some came from the sun to conquer the malevolent dragons, the ones that came from the shadows. How the symbols of the sun shone fiery light down on their wicked brothers and would send them back to whatever hell they came from.  Looking back on that, the vigilante started to see why the shadow dragons kept to themselves. How they were in solitude until the l...

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“Receiving In Darkness” by Lennox Ducksworth

Submitted to Contest #92

A void. That wasn't what he saw that night. It was much softer, not the blunt darkness of nothingness that led him throughout this journey, but the warm hug of the blackness with soft light needling its way through the dark cloak above him. The night sky was more vibrant in all of his years living. Of all the worlds he has seen- and he has seen a lot- none has ever had such a view as this one. Even though other worlds had aurora borealis in hundreds, and tornadoes made of pure lighting, aliens and caped wonders and explosions and creatures o...

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“Maybe One Day...” by Lennox Ducksworth

Submitted to Contest #91

It was her pale lips that curled into a raisin that made Garrett fall to his chair and sink his head into his book. It was too late by then. He could feel her menacing presence loom closer and closer until she was staring down at the two children, her blue eyes, staring icicles into Garrett. He darted his eyes up for a millisecond, giving her the moment she was waiting for. “Finals, Mr. Thompson. You do remember those yes?” the librarian, her name, a fleeing mist in Garrett’s mind, as he replied back to her. “Oh I can't forget, Mrs…?” The l...

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“As The Force Guides You Forward...” by Lennox Ducksworth

Submitted to Contest #90

The heat was so immense, waves of it bounced off against the rugged sand of the desert. What was once thriving trees and grass, where lavish homes and paved roads of concrete was nothing but an arid desert. A space full of heat that was devoid of life except for the venomous flies and acid-spewing lizards that evolved to live here. Keep moving. That was the Nomad’s belief. She had to keep moving no matter what. No matter how many establishments she passed, no matter how many would offer “fresh” water and “fresh” meat, a comfortable bed, and ...

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“Seering Into Evil...” by Lennox Ducksworth

Submitted to Contest #89

His limp corpse started to grow cold. The echo of the gunshots dissipated after a minute. The fleeing birds and howl of wolves faded soon after. I couldn't stop staring down at him. The heavy revolver almost dropped out of my hand until I came back to reality and slipped it back in my pocket. The bundling storm of nerves causing jitter finally faded. All he was now was a corpse. Another slab of meat in the lonely cabin in the middle of a winter wilderness. The old crone was just another elderly that would have another funeral with people all...

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“That's All It Is Garrett...” by Lennox Ducksworth

Submitted to Contest #89

Garrett Thompson stared down into the infinite hole leading into the abyss. His heart fell to his testicles. The same cold wind feathered down his spine and his mouth went dry. Suddenly his ragged old purple monk clothes felt like cement and the beautiful mountain in the distance looked like his final resting place. As far as he knew, this was the hole. This was the cliff. Yet his familiar terror he felt told him otherwise. No...this is...this is madness. This is insane! More insane than fighting post-apocalyptic bandits? More insane than f...

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“"What's A-hole In Chinese?"” by Lennox Ducksworth

Submitted to Contest #86

TW: drowning Bright was the word for it. All around Malcolm Chidike, the entire town of Newfield was in a red hue, like the earth itself was heating up with fire. In reality, it was just the lantern lights and droves of fireworks blasting in the night sky of the spring festival. He stared down at the armies of people, some in robes and masks, others in costumes parading all over the city. It almost made him forget about everything that happened just last year. From the Solar Flare to the appearance of superhumans, and to the rise of the firs...

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“The Legacy of Room 304” by Lennox Ducksworth

Submitted to Contest #85

The man entered the newly renovated Gentle Covert Hotel. It was a spacious circular lobby with golden pillars surrounding a lounge area that aimed towards the hard oak desks of the reception desks on both sides of the space. When the man walked in, all eyes were discrepantly on him. He felt the jolting energy in the room diminish to hush and weariness. Not the first time people stopped their daily routine to feel their safety shattered by just one reality-busting figure. Over time, he started to enjoy the attention.  It wasn't often a “...

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“I'm Gonna Go Cry In The Shower Now...” by Lennox Ducksworth

Submitted to Contest #81

She knew. She knew who I was. Who I really am. But how? How did she know that Malcolm Chidike was Maximum, the famous-well infamous superhero? The first superhuman and first superhuman star. I mean I’ve read the Reddit forums and Twitter pages trying to figure out my identity but really? Her?  I peeked through my hoodie across the hallway at her. Gaia was still beautiful, even though she was probably traumatized after almost dying from the hands of a psychotic pyrokinetic who wanted to burn our school down. But other than that, her gol...

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“Abandon All Hope...” by Lennox Ducksworth

Submitted to Contest #77

Flakes of white feathers falling to a rest on their family. That's how Julian saw it. The once green trees now sheathed by piles of snow, frost making traces of leaves into ghostly replacements, as if their essence is still there but allowing the cold to take its place. Julian felt his  warm body relax under the sight in front of him. He needed this moment. To see it. To see the snowy landscape for one last time. The last time before He’d return in spring a new man all over again. He didn't need to check for his supplies like many times...

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I love comics, science fiction novels and enjoy spending time in nature. Becoming a better writer every day.