Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
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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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How Much for a House on Bliss Street?
Part 1 "Hey, it's finally open. Let's check out the merchandise," The suburban residents who lived along Bliss Street gathered around a newly opened, Knick-Knack store, Wishes Granted. As its name suggested, it offered a host of trivial items that promised complete contentment.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Fiction
Tame the Raging Bull
This is for Mikeydred's Truly July challenge. Do check it out the requirements here. The middle of the year, namely July, is a time for celebration. For those who are unaware, people have more fun during this time of the year than we think. And since I'm Taurean, I'm drawn to bulls, specifically when they run.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
Let the Music Play
Prologue Believe in yourself - and your passions Adam Phua. The quintessential student. And like the perfect student, he achieved grades that were the stuff of dreams of most young people his age. Of course, he was the pride and joy of his parents, Alfred and Lisa Phua, both renowned practitioners in the legal field.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Fiction
Black Petals
Breaking up is hard to do, indeed. And the worst person to break up with is? Yourself. It's hard to break up with habits, actions, or thoughts that no longer serve any purpose. They're within our comfort zone. They're part of a routine. We fear change.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
In Good Time
Everything has a purpose, so an old saying, and song. It's human to struggle with understanding what we're meant to do in life, and the reason behind each challenge we face. It's a hurdle that has daunted me for the longest time. And it still does.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
Your Seat, My Seat
The train arrived at the same time every day. Mdm. Lim Swee Neo usually boarded the same carriage, with the same expressionless, tired faces staring blankly at her. The crowded carriage meant that a seat was a precious commodity that no one wanted to give up.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Fiction
