Short Fiction – Dawson's Creations Literary Journal

Patient

By Eleni Andonatos Schellenburg Hand over your Medicare Card. Announce your appointment time and who you are going to meet. You don’t know their name? You are here for a pre-scheduled appointment with the emergency doctor. Are you new here? Speak louder so that you can be heard through the glass. Please register your addressContinue reading “Patient”

Dancing Lovers

By Melyna Gilbert It started in a small room with plaques describing Van Gogh’s life. It was bland, empty, and held no emotional connection to him. It was almost like they didn’t want you to feel his pain. But once you stepped through the doorway, it was like coming into a completely different life. ColorsContinue reading “Dancing Lovers”

Dawson Library Daydream

By Talia Kliot Even the plates have character in the country. I imagine that someone meticulously painted on the blue and yellow flowers, each petal a careful stroke. The pancakes are piled up and steam seeps out of their fluffy pores, the smell of browned edges wafting through the fresh, country air. If I makeContinue reading “Dawson Library Daydream”

Leviathan

By Benjamin Wexler The sea monsters: these are the great fish in the sea, and in the legends, this refers to the Leviathan and its mate, for God created them male and female, and He slew the female and salted her away for the righteous in the future, for if they would propagate, the worldContinue reading “Leviathan”

The Society of Frogs

By Tanis Korzekwa INT. RANDAL’S OFFICE – AFTERNOON The office is messy, file cabinets that line the south wall have the occasional random, half-open drawer. There’s a carpet on the floor in the center of the room with various stains on it. Its colors are so faded its old pattern is virtually unidentifiable. RANDAL, 39,Continue reading “The Society of Frogs”

Mile-End

By Mariana Chajon Her zipper clips bounced on the top of her bag. They moved in sequence to the beat of seconds; ticking in minutes of breaths, counted in. They didn’t know how to count to a minute without catching their breath. The zipper clips kept bouncing, and their sound could be used to traceContinue reading “Mile-End”

Skin of a Wolf

By Anonymous Living as a man had been stifling, like constantly trying to squeeze into a hole that wasn’t meant to fit her in the first place. The inside of her head had been man up this and stop crying that, and a whole lot of what the fuck are you doing every time sheContinue reading “Skin of a Wolf”

Charlie

By Chaily Bitton I remember excruciatingly long summers in my childhood. Hot summers, red hot. There was always a camping trip, even though we all hated camping. I suppose it was the principle of camping: family time. The running around on the bare grass and the smell of horribly burnt barbeques. The high pitched soundsContinue reading “Charlie”

What’s In A Name?

By Chaily Bitton I am eighteen years old and I still call my mother “Mommy,” and I don’t think that will ever change. It’s partly because, at this point in my life, calling her anything other than that would be odd. I had tried out saying “Mom” a few times but it felt so strange—likeContinue reading “What’s In A Name?”

On Wednesday’s We Wear White

Written by: Sheena Macmillan Ivy Davis is the new President of the “free world”. She’s 47th in a line of all female Presidents. From my spot at the very back of the stadium, I look to the giant screens on the side of the stage to see her face. She stands in the middle, behindContinue reading “On Wednesday’s We Wear White”