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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Shattered Mirrors, Scattered Light
Disappointment comes unexpectedly, a crack in a mirror you thought wouldn't shatter. We race to pick up the shattered shards, grasping in the dark.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Poets
A Room for the Forgotten
Take time to remember the self. 🌑🕯️🪞🖤🏚️??️‍🗨️ Marina Chua was the classic wallflower-at 34, she was perpetually passed over, whether at work or at home.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Fiction
The Many Roots of Life
The many roots of life bind us. 🌱🌱🌱 Haiku 1 – Physical Roots Roots shatter cement Tiny shoots split cement Sprouting in dim corners
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Poets
The Shadow Crown. Top Story - November 2025.
November 17. Bells tolled all over Hatfield, not in triumph, but in foreboding. Shadows strayed where sunlight could not reach.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Fiction
The Quiet Sparrow
When you're a sparrow, still chirp--and fly high. 🕊️🍂🕊️🍂🕊️ Amid November's frost The trees still stand Their leaves still applaud
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Poets
The Coffee Games
She did it her way--and we should too. ☕🍂 November rain knocked on the window and glass door of the Wits Cybercafe. The interior of the cafe combined with the month's transitional energy; it smelled of cinnamon, damp clothes, and thick espresso.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Fiction
November's Soul
It comes—if its warning is unheard. 🌙 The wind's breath chills Bringing whispers too cold to remain. A sliver of light within frosty dark.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Poets
Autumn's Apology. Top Story - October 2025.
Every ending promises a return--Nature's cycle. 🍂🌾🍁🌕🍃🌱🍁🌾🍂🍂🌾🍁🌕🍃🌱🍁🌾🍂 Forgive me for the wind that strips you bare;
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Poets
Eight Minutes Past 13
Schedule--what matters. 🕰️⌛🩸🪞😔⏳💔👩‍👧‍👦✨ Meiling was the consummate superwoman--she was her father's sole caregiver. Her mother, bless her soul, had passed peacefully a decade earlier.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Fiction
Youth's Frost
Everything in life, including the negative, exists for time. Life begins anew. The frosts of life are temporal; warmth returns.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Poets
Beneath the Floorboards
When obsession drowns out reason, only the voice remains. 🔊 Adrian Cho was accustomed to working on his own—the sound technician eliminated ambient noise whenever he could. The shuffling of feet or sudden bumps would disrupt his work.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Fiction
The After Rush Hour Train
November can feel like a month of transitions, between celebrations and good times that were and those that are to be. Vacancy.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Poets