Silence Speaks Volume

The Six Sentence Story prompt – Volume

She married a much older man in Tasmania in exchange of a better life for her family in a small village in Thailand. He was reserved and quiet but treated her with respect.

There was little verbal communication between them because of the language barrier. They went everywhere and did everything together until he fell ill approaching the sunset of his life.

She stayed by his side and nursed him till he let out his final breath in peace. Their rather silent life spoke volume in mutual love and respect.

We Are One

The Six Sentence Story prompt – Kettle

I watched the news and saw how they keep the activists in the kettle during a protest.
It reminds me of fencing the society outcasts in a so call self contained farm.
There is little difference from quarantine.
They are supplied with minimal essential items and expected to survive in a self sufficient way which we all know to be impossible.
They are out of sight, out of mind while the rest of us wonder why sometimes we have broken sleep and experience an unexplainable sense of dread.
We are all connected as inhabitants on mother earth where we share each other’s joy or suffering.

Chester Gallery

The Six Sentence Story prompt – Gallery

The night made its way into the depth of darkness. 

In the dim light of a kerosene lamp, he plaited the corse strands into resilient strings with his nimble fingers.
He  fervently stretched the anaemically pale canvas onto the frame.
Shades of red mixed in an aesthetic colour palette, he restored each painting with precision brush strokes.

When the twilight arrived, he hung all the art works back on and marveld at his resurrection. 

Curator Chester Gallery was arrested on 13th September 1888 for the serial murders of art students in the gallery where he worked.


The Six Sentence Story prompt – Bend

Sometimes it is difficult to tell a story without admitting I am a slow learner in life lessons.

My determination and commitment to love didn’t lead me to happy ever after. Instead, it triggered a series of unfortunate love affairs which I was blindsided by my own sheer faith in strong will.

And by the same strong will, I have not given up on love. With the same diligence, I have found myself like a donkey pulling a mill keep pressing on bit by bit till I pass the bend. There will be a day I see the harvest of believing in things unseen.


The Six Sentence Story prompt – Station

Grief brought winter rain to the city where his mother lied in peace.
She boarded the train with the intention of giving comforting hugs and perhaps running some errands to help.
To their surprise, she also brought the weather with her. Warm sun broke off the chill hanging in the crisp air.
They both journeyed half life to be in that exact moment when their hearts finally embraced on that railway station platform.
“Life is the train and not the station” – Paulo Coelho

#songshare – You Have Been Love

You Have Been Loved – George Michael


She takes the back road and the lane
Past the school that has no changed
In all this time
She thinks of when the boy was young
All the battles she had won
Just to give him life
That man
She loved that man
For all his life
But now we meet to bring him flowers
And only God knows why
For what’s the use in pressing pamls
When children fade in mother’s arms
It’s a cruel world
We’ve so much to loose
And what we have to learn we rarely choose
So if it’s God who took her son
He cannot be the one living in her mind
Take care my love, she said
Don’t think that God is dead
Take care my love, she said
You have been loved
If I was weak, forgive me
But I was terrified
You brushed my eyes with angels wings, full of love
The kind that makes devils cry
So these days
My life has changed
And I’ll be fine
But she just sits and counts the hours
Searching for her crime
So what’s the use of pressing palms
If you won’t keep such love from harm
It’s a cruel world
You’ve so much to prove
And heaven helps the ones who wait for you
Well I’ve no daughters, I’ve no sons
Guess I’m the only one
Living in my life
Take care my love, he said
Don’t think that God is dead
Take care my love, he said
You have been loved..


The Six Sentence Story prompt – Shower

I have found the irony of life is that no matter how prepared you are, you still fall short of certain expectations. The typical example I can give you is that I almost always without covering when heaven decides to surprise me with a shower of rain, snow or hail.

They say ‘fail to plan is plan to fail’. Well, I know and believe me, I have been trying and doing my best to prepare for the unexpected. But I seem to manage to fall through the cracks or be an outlier which often discarded.

Thankfully there is always another side of the coin where I have been showered with random kindness and gracious love.


The Six Sentence Story prompt – Hunch

“He barely kept eye contact and rarely spoke to me when he hung out with us.

We hung out a lot and he was always there wearing his nerdy glasses and checkered shirt.

I found nerds attractive and terribly sexy in checkered shirts.

I thought he was hopelessly shy and sensitive like a bunny rabbit.

Call it a hunch, I knew he was in love with me.”

That’s what I’ve prepared for our wedding speech.


The Six Sentence Story prompt – Zany

In 1982, there was no one sculpted nudes in China, not even under Deng Xiaoping’s economic reform of opening China to the outside world.

He, the Beethoven looking man created stacks of nude sculptures in his studio which was no more than a kiosk tucked away in the alley.

We walked past his studio after school and made fun of him wearing silk stockings and hairnet by pulling faces and giggling away.

Now in 2020, I am a lot more educated on celebrating individuality and have seen the world outside of red China.

We were little assholes of ignorant parents and grandparents.

I have forgiven myself and am proud of how far I have come from that six year old girl.


*Thank you Denise for putting out this weekly prompt. You may check out Denise’s blog GirlieOnTheEdge’s Blog


“You can tell a lot about a person by what’s on their playlist.”
– Mark Ruffalo


I accumulated songs spanning across decades to a Cassa’s Faves Spotify playlist. They are songs with lyrics touched my heart. Other than that, I had not done any analysis on the playlist until I came across the Mark Ruffalo quote “You can tell a lot about a person by what’s on their playlist”.

We are who we are both in the sun and in the shadow.

My professional life requires me to be a people person who is supportive, accountable to my work, respecting others and acting with integrity. So I seem to be a real positive person who is full of hope. I will say this is me in the sun.

My playlist is me in the shadow. I am filled with regrets, sadness, missed chances, broken promises and disappointments. When I listen to my playlist, every bit of me mesmerised in the melodies, transfixed in the lyrics, living out my shadow in the open air. They take me to places where I allow the pain to surface, rise and fall, ebb and flow into the inner chamber of my heart so very ever scarred.

I allow my heart to mist my dark eyes, to rain on my soul, to darken my days. The long nights is my companion, the daybreak is my watching angel and the first ray of the sun is my knight.

I am me in the sun and in the shadow in one breath.

Love Is A Losing Game – Amy Winehouse

Goodbye My Lover – James Blunt

Brick – Ben Folds Five

Clown – Emeli SandĂ©

Mr. Blue – Michael Franks

Skinny Love – Birdy