Allison Keller
Bio
Wife, Dog and Cat Momma
My socks might not match, but my feet are always warm.
Brakes for Birds!
Stories (10/0)
The Ballad of Captain Sharkey
ACT 1 SCENE 1 Newfoundland England, just outside of Cuper’s cove 1730. CAPTAIN SHARKEY is sitting at a round table, the long scar on his face illuminated by the candle light. Surrounding him are three young lads. The dubious DUBOIS, the eager and impressionable CLYDE, and the older more reserved HENRY. A story begins.
By Allison Keller3 years ago in Fiction
Spreading Their Wings
The sun is setting on a hot day in Dayton, Ohio. Warm colors fill the horizon, a cool breeze starting to rustle across the verdant green colored grass. Inside a weathered old barn two brothers are found leaning over a wooden drafting table, discussing future plans.
By Allison Keller3 years ago in Fiction
Dancing it out
Do you remember the moment in your life when you saw your favorite show for the first time? For me, the first time I saw ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ was like a theoretical awakening. I was 14, visiting my aunt at her house in Phoenix Arizona. It was scalding hot outside, and I had nothing to do. My aunt had to go to work, but she showed me her DVD box sets of seasons 1-3 of Grey’s Anatomy and told me I could watch them if I wanted to.
By Allison Keller3 years ago in Lifehack
Weaving Little Wonders
For centuries, the optical miracle known as the rainbow has fascinated mankind. Ancient philosophers argued about how many colors it actually contained, whereas during Greek and Roman times people believed that rainbows were arched gateways the goddess Iris used to bridge the gap between humans and immortals. Many are familiar with the account in the Bible after the flood, wherein God promises Noah he will never destroy the Earth in that manner again, and as proof of that promise he gave humans the rainbow. This Biblical account is one of my favorite morals, because it depicts the rainbow as a symbol of hope and better times ahead and shows how powerful promises can be. Rainbows can be seen after a torrential downpour, their brilliant rays of light blanketing the sky like a beacon in the middle of a storm. They’re a reminder of better things to come, of hope that looms on the nearing horizon.
By Allison Keller3 years ago in Lifehack
Hooked On a Feeling
My grandma was the queen of crafting. She could whip up a queen size Afghan quilt in a couple of days, or sew together scraps to make a rag rug in a heartbeat. She would often cross stitch several projects simultaneously, my least favorite being her fly swatters. They were made from metal hangers, with cross stitched sayings like "Don't Bug Me" stretched out across the top...and when I was misbehaving, flies were not the only things she swatted.
By Allison Keller3 years ago in Families
The Blue Belly Lizard Relief Effort
The Why If you were to ask me how we started this hobby of massaging the bellies of Western Fence lizards, (better known as the Blue Belly lizard) I wouldn't know what to say. Catching lizards has always been a favorite pastime for my husband and I. We live in the largest Ponderosa Pine forest in the world. Thousands of acres of Coniferous forest stretch the horizon, covering mountains and grassy hillsides. Within these forests life of all kinds teems; Steller's jays sing in the sky, squirrels dance around the base of trees, and lizards sunbathe on any suitable surface they can find.
By Allison Keller3 years ago in Petlife
Dear Little Me
There’s a picture of me when I am four; a chubby faced little girl on ‘Lion King’ bed sheets, holding a gigantic red book in her tiny, pudgy fingers. I was recovering from the chicken pox, and the only thing I wanted was a book to help me feel better. By age five I was reading chapter books. I was in awe of how stories could instantly make me feel better, how they could make a stomach ache go away, or a grumpy day turn into one filled with laughter. Early childhood afternoons were spent with my grandma, who would take me to the Phoenix public library and fish out any book I wanted from the clearance bin. Afterward she would take me for a giant vanilla twister cone from McDonalds.
By Allison Keller3 years ago in Families
The Amber Room at the Moskva Hotel
Isidora Jovanovic took a deep breath as she pushed open the ancient wooden door in front of her. Dust filled her senses as she entered the dark, dingy room. Instinctively she reached up under her coat sleeve and fingered the gold chain wrapped cautiously around her wrist. Attached at the end was a gold heart shaped locket. Her mind briefly wandered as she traced the filigree lines in the shape of an infinite figure eight.
By Allison Keller3 years ago in Fiction
