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 Roots Touch the Sky
Roots keep the footing. Branches do the daring. Together they make the climb less lonely — and more possible. Strength isn’t found in pulling apart, but in growing together.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Poets
Chalklines and Crossroads
Tracing the lines between purpose and passion. ✨ If I could chart my life as a map, it would be done with chalk--with some parts erased, rewritten, and finally, merged as one.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Humans
When Etna Breathes Fire. Top Story - November 2025.
This week is one of introspection for many—on souls loved and lost. So, we pause to ponder the echoes of fire and ash. A volcano's eruption reminds us that even the strongest forces bear grief and must weaken to renew—and strengthen. The chaos reshapes land—and spirit.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Poets
The Whine At The Door
Every soul needs a guide--even if it isn't human. Based on a true event. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Fiction
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-Lin3 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-Lin3 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-Lin3 months ago in Fiction
Pumpkin Moonrise
A Happy Hallowtide, all! 🌕🍂🎃🌾🎃🍁🌕🎃🍂🌾🎃🍁🌕🍂🎃🌾🎃🍁🌕🎃🍂🌾🎃🍁 Yellow moon rises Vines slither like garden snakes--
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 months ago in Poets
The Keyhole Mysteries #2: The Keyhole Journalist
Some stories are written only by the heart. 🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 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-Lin4 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-Lin4 months ago in Poets