aliisaacstoryteller

The Joy of Walking and Making Sense of the Senses

Sometimes, things happen in our lives that fill us with deep joy; we can feel it swelling and expanding within us until it is so great, we think we might just burst, because we can’t possibly contain it…. Read More

A Mother’s Thoughts and Fears

It’s 630 in the morning, and outside, the sky is dark, but not so black as my mood. Carys is on her way to the children’s hospital in Dublin, and I’m sitting here, chain-drinking coffee while my heart… Read More

The Egg Stone | A Short Story for #easter

The Egg Stone | A Short Story for #Easter

  An oldie I wrote a long, long time ago, before computers, mobile phones and x-boxes. That’s right, kids, these innovations came into being within my life-time. Hard to imagine, right? Happy Easter to all! When I was… Read More

The Angels on my Tree Hugh’s Charity Christmas Tree Topper Photo Challenge

My tree does not have an angel on top. No, what it has is a rather plain, very slightly sparkly silver star. But it does have angels on it. Four of them. These smiley faces belong to the… Read More

A #Christmas #ShortStory The Cinderella Shoes

“I’ll take them,” I hear myself say, and suddenly, my heart is fluttering randomly like a butterfly in my chest. “I’ll keep them on.”

The two young sales assistants exchange snooty glances, rolling black-rimmed eyes at each other. One of them goes to get a bag for my old grey trainers, while the other processes my purchase at the till.

As I teeter out of the store on my new high heels, I hear the ring of their mocking laughter, and my spine stiffens.

I glance down at my feet. Four hundred euros of Swarovski encrusted soft silver leather now adorn each one, balanced on a perfectly crafted, needle-thin mirrored heel.

#1000Speak for Compassion | Skin Deep – The Relationship between Beauty and Acceptance

I don’t like moths. I don’t like how they enter my house uninvited, fluttering blindly about, and cluster in a seething panic around any available light source. The frenzied flapping of their dull, tattered wings gives me the… Read More

I Will Know… | A Poem

For my husband, a poem which rhymes. Please note; this poem is based on my imagination, not my real life… As a child I knew much more than adults gave me credit for. Even at the age of… Read More