A Canada Day compromise

Ottawa is broiling today. According to the Weather Network, it’s 33 degrees Celcius, with a Humidex reading of 45. We’ve been under an Extreme Heat Warning since Friday. While there’s a breeze, there isn’t much relief from the blazing sun. They said on the news last night that today is projected to be the hottest Canada Day since 1963.

Thankfully, we don’t have to go anywhere today. My husband’s on duty this weekend, which means that he has to keep his eye on his work email and be prepared to go to work on his laptop if needed. It’s been quiet so far, but one never knows. Still, it puts the kibosh on making any big plans for the weekend. But the heat and humidity have clinched it.

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“Happy Birthday, Valerie” shared as part of StoryFest

Well, this is cool. My story “Happy Birthday, Valerie” was chosen to be featured in Story ADay.org‘s StoryFest, which highlights stories written as part of StoryADay in May – a month-long exercise where you attempt to write something in response to each day’s writing prompt.

The neat thing about “Happy Birthday, Valerie” is that it was initially written in 40 minutes (that was the prompt for the day!).

You can read it and all of the others here. Enjoy!

 

All for the want of an umbrella

Just for fun, I’m participating in StoryaDay.org’s “Story a Day for May”, and I’ll post some of the tales I write here. Here’s my response to Day 1’s prompt (click here to see the original prompt):

This is a big day at work for him, I can tell. He’s taking such care with his appearance this morning, primping his hair for far too long, punctuating his work with the comb with discontented huffs. He knows that I need the sink so I can shave my own face and brush my teeth. I have to go to work today too, after all.

I debate teasing him about being such a peacock, but I can tell he’s nervous, so I refrain and keep the snark to myself this time. I do clear my throat and he jumps a little. I look at the clock and he does too. “Sorry, sorry!” he says as he tosses the comb into a drawer and moves into the bedroom to get dressed.

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A day in the life

UPDATE: Anthology of Prompts Volume 1 by the Writing Prompts Group is now available for download here, where you can now read this piece in its entirety. I hope you enjoy it!

Word Prompt: Describe a day in the life of your pet.

The sun is rising so you should be too. But you’re not, so I will meow and play with the curtains and the pictures on the wall until you scold me. And then I’ll keep on doing it.

Oh good, you’re up! C’mon, c’mon, let’s go downstairs! I’ll sit on the second step while you get your housecoat on. Maybe I’ll run down ahead of you or maybe I’ll wait until you step over me before I make my dash downstairs…

Copyright Jessica Allyson 2018

Happy Birthday, Dad!

Today’s my dad’s birthday, so I decided to surprise him with something different in addition to a gift card. In a way, this story was the spark of inspiration for this blog. We live in different parts of Ontario, so I wanted to share it with him as easily as possible. This way, he can read it on his tablet at his leisure.

Green Lightning

This story is grown from kernels of truth…

Once upon a time, many years ago, a young boy lived in a far-off land with his family. If there was one thing this boy wanted in life, it was to own his own bicycle. Bicycles were so common where he lived that lines of them streamed through the streets all day. Everyone owned one, or at least, that was how it felt to the young boy. The mailman had one. The factory workers rode by on their way to their shifts on them. The family next door had several. Even the minister’s wife rode one around town while making calls, which scandalized the elders and secretly thrilled the church women.

But the young boy did not have his own bicycle yet. He was the odd man out in his class, and he felt it keenly. He knew why he was the only one. It wasn’t because his parents couldn’t afford it, they had several already. No, it was because he’d been sick for over a year and they were worried that he wasn’t strong enough yet. Every time the doctor visited, hopes were raised and then dashed.

But the young boy remained eternally hopeful. He pored over cycling advertisements in the newspaper, cutting out the pictures and details of the models he liked and pasting them into a little notebook. His older brother and sister laughed at his obsession, but not harshly, because they were secretly rooting for him to get his heart’s desire.

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What is famfic?

If you spend any time on the internet, you’ve probably come across the term “fan fiction” or “fanfic ” at one point or another.  Just in case, here’s the definition from Merriam-Webster “stories involving popular fictional characters that are written by fans and often posted on the Internet”.

Well, I’ve spun that off into a new genre that I call “famfic”: stories involving fictionalized events that are part of my family’s history.

I know that being inspired by family history is an ancient concept, so I don’t claim to have started anything new. Just be aware that when you see something labelled as “famfic”, elements of that are derived from true events. Whether I choose to reveal what’s true and what’s not remains to be seen. (Mwahaha)

Famfic stories will always begin with “This story is grown from kernels of truth.”

Copyright Jessica Allyson 2018

Hi.

It’s a sunny day here in Ottawa, so what better day to start a blog?

This page will feature a bit of everything I write: short stories, poems, essays. It’s a way for me to share them with family and friends and anyone else interested in reading them.

Hope you enjoy what you read. Feel free to submit a comment or drop me a note at jallyson@gmail.com.

Copyright Jessica Allyson 2018