Michelle Liew
Bio
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.
Stories (125/0)
Playing Musical Chairs
Many of us can relate to the childhood game of musical chairs. The objective of the game is to find a seat among the chairs laid out in the room before the music finishes. The loser of the game is left standing and excluded from other rounds of the game.
By Michelle Liewa day ago in Poets
The Hands of the Clock Will Heal
Navigating relationships is a tricky business. It's going to be hard for me to find someone who disagrees with this. Coursing through the rough waters of relationships often means getting bumped once in a while. The bruises hurt, and there are sometimes open wounds that fester. Many take a while( that 'while' can sometimes be quite long) to heal.
By Michelle Liew3 days ago in Poets
My Trophy, Your Trophy
I'm sure that you're familiar with the way airline stewards and stewardesses teach us to always wear life-saving jackets for ourselves, before helping our family members to do so, in the event of an emergency. It's a sensible notion, considering that our family members have a better chance of survival if we're there to help them.
By Michelle Liew7 days ago in Poets
Kaleidoscope
Life is a constant challenge, and we cringe at the down times. There's one thing that it's not: boring. Have you noticed that nothing is one-dimensional? Our relationships are dynamic and viewable from many perspectives. We live in a varied, multi-cultural world; with such a melting pot, people bring varied views to the table. Hence, our situations are varied and dynamic as well.
By Michelle Liew8 days ago in Poets
Building Bridges
Conflicts can be painful and unnecessary. With everything that is happening in the world, I'm sure that you would agree. Conflicts arise because everybody has different perspectives on an issue. Furthermore, all viewpoints are valid. Everyone is entitled to think what they do.
By Michelle Liew9 days ago in Poets
A Broken Telephone
One of my favourite childhood games was one my classmates fondly termed 'Broken Telephone.' The game entailed passing a message to people in a line until the last person received it. The last person usually received a distorted version of the message.
By Michelle Liew10 days ago in Poets