Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin

Joined September 2023

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Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.

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When The Breath Turns
We hear the world as it turns cold. 🍂❄️🍁❄️🍂❄️🍂❄️🍁❄️🍂❄️🍂❄️🍁❄️🍂❄️ Soiled roots, kissed by golden hue. Leaves cling to iron bars, their recall heavy.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 months ago in Poets
Alien Odyssey
Who's the fairest of them all? It depends on the species. 👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽 Elon delivered another interview with poise—dapper, and with his 3000-year-old alien rhetoric.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 months ago in Fiction
When Pumpkins Breathe
What one loves is seldom left behind. Happy Hallowtide, all! 🌕🍂🎃🌾🎃🍁🌕🎃🍂🌾🎃🍁🌕🍂🎃🌾🎃🍁🌕🎃🍂🌾🎃🍁 The garden bathed in silver moonlight, pumpkin vines coiling beneath fresh soil. Sandra's fingers ran along the cool skin of a pumpkin--it throbbed, as if in a dream.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 months ago in Fiction
Pumpkin Moonrise
A Happy Hallowtide, all! 🌕🍂🎃🌾🎃🍁🌕🎃🍂🌾🎃🍁🌕🍂🎃🌾🎃🍁🌕🎃🍂🌾🎃🍁 Yellow moon rises Vines slither like garden snakes--
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 months ago in Poets
The Keyhole Mysteries #2: The Keyhole Journalist
Some stories are written only by the heart. 🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 months ago in Fiction
The Web We Weave
On World Internet Day today, we stop to hear--not the notifications and hums of inboxes, but the quiet buzz of the World Wide Web. This poem ponders the paradox of a connected world that seeks warmth from the glow of screens.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Poets
The Lady Bears the Torch
October 28, 1886--the day the Statue of Liberty first held up her torch above the mist. Crowds gathered in the harbour around her, waiting for the freedom she promised.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Fiction
To where your soul remains
Haunting regret that time will not erase. 💔🕊️💔🕊️💔🕊️💔🕊️💔🕊️💔🕊️💔🕊️💔 I do go back to where your soul remains, The wind still blows your unforgotten tune,
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Poets
The Glimpse: Stories Through the Keyhole
She saw too much. 🔑🔒🗝️🕳️🔑🔒🗝️🕳️🔑🔑🔒🗝️🕳️🔑🔒🗝️🕳️🔑🔑🔒🗝️🕳️🔑🔒 Marilyn had just moved into the remote, backwater town of Scaresdale-- not willingly.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Fiction
The Glimpse: Horror Poetry
When one sees too much-- He snaps. 🔑🔒🗝️🕳️🔑🔒🗝️🕳️🔑🔑🔒🗝️🕳️🔑🔒🗝️🕳️🔑 A sliver of light, through a narrowed crack,
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Poets
The Wifi Witches
Magic and connection need steady hands. ☕📶✨💻📡🔮🌐☕📶✨💻📡🔮🌐☕📶✨💻📡🔮🌐 October--and The Cafina Coffeehouse was hit by a tidal wave.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Fiction
The Filament Within
Yesterday, 21st October was National Light Bulb Day...the day Edison introduced the first light bulb with a filament. In honour of the day, here's a little story about sparks, love, and--
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Fiction