How to make Mitarashi dangoHow to make Mitarashi dango4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
200 g of rice flour
200 ml of hot water
100 ml water
2 1/2 tbsp soy sauce
1 tbsp corn starch
1.) Mix the rice flour and water together.
2.) Knead till dough is as tough as your earlobe.
3.) Fill a pan with water and heat up.
4.) Rip off bite sized pieces of the dough and steam them for 25 minutes
5.) Throw the balls into a bowl and mush together with a wetted wooden spoon.
6.) Knead the dough
7.) Roll out dough into a long stick shape.
8.) With a wetted knife, cut bite sized pieces off.
9.) roll the pieces into balls.
10.) wet skewers and apply an even amount of dumplings to each.
11.) pour sauce over dumplings and enjoy.
1.) Mix all the ingredients in a sauce pan.
2.) Simmer till thickened.
3.) Pour over dangos.
I'm always there for you."I'm never far behind, remember that."I'm always there for you.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this sucksyou are gone. you are gone. you are gone. you didn't want me you never wanted methis sucks3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you're never going to leave.
you are in me, you are the feeling of pressing on a bruise,
the feeling of choking on water. you are my heartbeat
when it's going fast, you are my long nails scratching up my
hips. you would be the rain if it wasn't winter, but for now you are the nasty winds
on my face. you are the freezing cold steering wheel.
i just want to be rid of you but you're never leaving, are you?
NativeNativeNative6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You belong where you reside
And reside where you belong
But what about natives
Discriminated and hated
For their place
And their race
You walk until your bare feet are black and bloodied
Your soul feels colder than your soles
Driven by lords of lies
Picked off like flies
And you watch as your family crumbles
You are born into these people of pain
You are rejecting your own reflection
Because of the deception
You were fed
Blood boils in your head
Not beaten down
We will lick these wounds
We will wear the blood and bruises like war paint
Our chains will rattle
You better prepare
Prepare for warfare
Prepare for battle
You made us obey
Never heard what we had to say
Now I want you to pray
You are the prey
Native PassionWe were once a proud peopleNative Passion9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At one with the Earth and her creatures
We felt her very pulse
in the streams and rivers
Her life blood ran through our hands
We talked with the animals
The trees, and plants, and all insects
were our brothers
As close as blood were we
We communed with the great gods
and soared with the Eagles
We listened with desperation
as mother Earth called to us
to defend her creations, her childrenm
from the pale demons
We fwll alongside our brothers
our blood and theirs mixing together
and returning to the earth
Now we speak with a ghosts vioce
our ethereal song carrying among tall trees
and deep valleys
into the hearts of people
still we cry out
our mother is dying
Will no one help?
Will no one save her?
Eternal LightEternal Light4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kingdoms may crumble,
Flesh may wither,
Even the details of this story
Will become faded and obscure
But all through the ages,
Twin hearts are bound
In eternal friendship,
Defying the hands of time
Their faces may change,
Along with their simple names;
But they still persist,
Their souls now immortal
Shattering the mold
With sharp, impenetrable hearts;
Defying their pain,
And mocking their suffering
They are the light
That will guide us through
To brighter days
And dream-drenched nights.
No matter what may come,
Or what may be lost,
They still walk side-by-side;
SPnF Traveling Time and Space Ch.14PART II: Dreamcast EraSPnF Traveling Time and Space Ch.143 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
CHAPTER 14: The Wrath of Perfect Chaos
Earth - Present
Phineas' friends were in Doofensmirtz Evil Inc. where Isabella was finding the thing to search Phineas and Ferb.
Isabella: Found it!
Vanessa: A phone? I don't think that will help us.
Isabella: Well, this is actually the new cell phone that Phineas and Ferb made. It has a teleport app so it can take us to them.
Baljeet: But you do realized they are stuck somewhere in time right?
Isabella: That's why they also made some modifications to it so it can teleport us anywhere, including through time.
Jeremy: Wow, that's interesting.
Stacy: Well what are we waiting for?! Let's use it!
Then Isabella turns on the teleport app.
Isabella: Go to Phineas of our present. Everybody huddle up!
They all came together.
Phone: TELEPORT TO PHINEAS OF YOUR PRESENT.
Thet were all teleported through time.
Earth - Station Square
Sonic, Phineas, and friends were out of the portal and into Station Square but in
CONTEST PrussiaxReader - Lust with a Dash of GreedCONTEST PrussiaxReader Lust with a Dash of GreedCONTEST PrussiaxReader - Lust with a Dash of Greed3 years ago in Settings More Like This
WARNING: Mild content, mild language
My 1st entry for the 7 Deadly Sins contest!~ Sins are Lust and Greed . I apologize if my info on boarding school is not correct, I don't go to boarding school! XD Oh and just so everyone knows, I AM NOT trying to make the reader the bad guy, just go with it! We don't hate Prussia!
"G-Gilbert, do we have to do this now?"
"Waiting 'til the 14th seems stupid, just cause it's Valentine's day? And what's wrong with you, don't be such a wuss."
You and Gilbert were outside of the dorm rooms of the boarding school you were at. Sitting under the large willow tree, Gilbert held you in his arms, he brought up the idea to leave school. Leave? How? The boarding school you were at was a high security sort of place. It was almost like prison, there was large walls surrounding the entire campus, and the campus was very large. It was almost impossible to get away from the school. The only
Der blinde WaisenBeneath the cradle woven by elms,Der blinde Waisen4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Overturned by Mother's clumsy hands,
A love child born to a despised realm
Where dark desires scar the naked land.
Possibilities poison the well.
His breast is stained black by the umbrage
As Innocence fled his heart of storms
That rests upon Cocytus' ledge.
Even Hell's inferno could not warm
A withering soul below Satan's.
He was born facing the canopy,
Unable to drown himself in his tears
As he peers at the Sun gingerly
Uncurling its fingers as it nears,
Yet never to touch, only to tease,
The boy with eyes, but no light to see.
Make a markWe give ourselves matching scars.Make a mark4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I could make a mark on you,
Maybe everything that I gave up,
Would be worth it.
You knew those other boys wanted me,
And you didn't care.
The only man who was blind,
To my prestige.
I drew my own heart-blood,
To stain your head blue.
As though a colour would last.
Longer than your heart would beat.
That day was erased from history,
Three months that never existed,
Ten nights that I'm forbidden to forget.
Your hair was long when we first met.
The Secret Lives of Endermen 15The Secret Lives of Endermen 153 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Year XXXX March 21
Enderman Fairy Tales: Cveriss the Skywalker
The past few days have been much the same as they have been since Valentine's Day with the usual gathering of food and child rearing. Sven is rather short for his age but he keeps up with the larger kids easily and Tiny is right there with him like an older brother. Since last entry, I have given Sven a large chunk of aspen bark with the alphabet carved into it so he can practice the shapes of our letters. Curved forms are hard for Sven to do smoothly and so far he makes short jerky movements that end with a pointy looking C or dented O and when he gets to frustrated, he strikes the characters out and quits trying for a while. Sven's a young Enderman and a privileged one at that so these setbacks may mean more to him than they should but he's every bit as stubborn as his father so he always comes back to try again.
I have learned a few more of the Enderman fairy tales
Fishbowlborrowing,Fishbowl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we breathe like
navy stripes on rice paper
and life for us is only
canary sidewalks and
shorelines like the
soft soft curve of
your parted lips,
but a gentle storm
is still a storm, and
this we know well.
and what do you think we are made out of,
star-flesh and street dust,
molded slowly into
spidery eyelashes and glowing
and knuckles like crushed roses--
art is a human thing
even when you crumple
into the plush carpet
to lie for days
and days and
[do not forget the things i tell you,
liquid whispers on harsh nights--]
we pluck nerves like
tulips in a sensory garden,
only for play and
never for work--daylight
is an unwound tendon
wrapped tight around
wide wide dream eyes,
glassy and knowing
like the whole ocean in a fishbowl;
i tell you for the last time,
i love you.
House-elf and cream of carottHouse-elf and cream of carott5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Une délicate odeur anisée s'élevait du bol de grès simple déposé sans autre apprêt sur la table où le maître prenait ses repas lorsqu'il s'adonnait, comme ce jour-là, à quelques sulfureuses expériences. Le petit lutin domestique déposa à côté les quelques gougères appétissantes et dorées qu'il venait juste de sortir du four. Il aurait bien croqué à pleines dents dedans et goûté un fond de velouté, s'il n'avait tant craint la colère du sorcier. D'ailleurs, ne devait-il pas avant tout veiller à ce que le plat reste bien chaud, en attendant le retour de son irascible maître ? Mieux valait ne pas savoir où celui-ci était parti...
FearI'm not scared of heights, I'm afraid of fallingFear4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm not scared of the phone, I'm afraid of who's calling
I'm not scared of water, I'm afraid of drowning
I'm not scared of my heart's beat, I'm afraid of its pounding
I'm not scared of love, I'm afraid they won't feel it
I'm not scared of my heart breaking, I'm afraid he won't steal it
I'm not scared of changing, I'm afraid of losing myself
I'm not scared of being poor, I'm afraid of great wealth
I'm not scared of fighting, I'm afraid of a war
I'm not scared when it's over, I'm afraid when there's more
I'm not scared of getting hurt, I'm afraid of the scars
I'm not scared of God, I'm afraid of the stars
I'm not scared of emotions, I'm afraid of feeling
I'm not scared of sickness, I'm afraid of not healing
I'm not scared of cuts, I'm afraid of the pain
I'm not scared of being crazy, I'm afraid of being sane
I'm not scared of the dark, I'm afraid of what's in it
I'm not scared of losing, I'm afraid I won't finish
I'm not scared
Parental Unit Pt. 3Parental Unit Pt. 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~Parental Unit pt. 3~
Zim sobbed a little at the thought of Dib not being here with him or even at least seeing their child hatch out of the egg, and their child's first words, his first birthday, his first time killing a human during the time of hunting season for irkens, and the first time he learns how to walk. Zim teared up more, trying to keep in his tears but it just trailed down his cheek. He whimpered softly to himself as he held the egg close to his bare chest to keep it warm. Zim looked down to the egg then petted the top of the shell. He did smile at it because of this thought Zim had about the smeet looking like a human, with no irken features.
Zim sighed sadly to himself after that thought went away. "Why is Zim so stupid... It's because of Zim that the Dib-human left him, and now Dib won't
Unwilling FeelingsCertain things can't be rewrittenUnwilling Feelings4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some wounds can never heal
Actions are performed on the wide open stage
A performance for all to see
People are like clowns
They wear masks of insecurity
Do they remember the days when they were the night
And could never be undone?
Those days of bliss and happiness
Are always the quickest to go
Why do people get so mad over trivial things?
Why do they forget their friends and family?
Some questions can't be answered by simply asking
It's plain to see what is in their heart
If one is observant enough
They see by the masks people create
And help them with the mixed up emotions in their soul
We can seize the whole day
Play in the confines of night
Never to be disturbed
By unwilling feelings...
A Lily FairA Lily FairA Lily Fair4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A lily fair,
a walk in fresh cool air.
But you take my breath away
and you hold me in sway
to the beat of your heart.
A beautiful work of art,
more lovely than I can stand.
Will you hold my hand?
You make me melt.
If you knew how I felt
about you my love,
my sweetly singing dove,
would you feel the same?
Would you call out my name
and run to my side
loving me with pride?
Throw your arms around me,
surround me with your love.
You fit me like a glove,
holding me tight
all through the night.
With you near
I have no fear
as long as you are close
I feel complete.
Let our lips meet
together in a kiss
so that I know nothing is amiss.
When I run my fingers through your hair
I know you are truly a lily fair.
Kindness is an ArcI never meant to wearKindness is an Arc4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The memory of you like a pendant
Burning against my ribs,
That a moment's concern would melt
My skin and scar me with
Your kindness hardly seems fair.
It's this head of mine, screwed too far to the left
That makes it so hard to see what's right.
The Proud CherokeeTortured injustice, indescribable wrong.The Proud Cherokee9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We must fight! We must be Strong!
Alas, under leaden assault endure we cannot.
From our homes we are forced to flee, which with our hands we wrought.
From iron and fire our fear doth rise.
By what right do these men surmise
That they may take our home,
And force us the plains to roam?
They drive us like buffalo toward a cliff,
toward an ever-widening rift.
Our warriors are brave, our knives are sharp
Could we not make war upon their forts escarp'd?
We would die 'tis true, but for the white man
We could make it a day to rue!
We could fight! Take iron to scalp, and knock hair askew!
I long to sink my blade deep within
To release the warm, crimson flow from white man's skin.
women weep and children wail
When in death ships we sail.
In meat they give us maggots squirm,
In flour weevils swim, from the bread crawls a worm.
My pride will not give me luxury of a tear.
I must be stern, while within my heart doth sear.
Though the savages drive us west
De ciencia y sentimientos 106.RegaloDe ciencia y sentimientos 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Los regalos eran, según la cultura humana, una ofrenda que se hacía a una persona querida por un evento especial o porque se siente una oportuna necesidad de darlo.
Zeta era un entendido de que a las personas había que regalarles algo que les sea útil en el futuro, a pesar de que no les llegue a gustar en un principio. Le gustaba hacerle a Zim juguetes que le enseñen a ser coordinado con sus movimientos y también que lo ayuden a resolver problemas de ingenio en tiempo y forma. A Dib le regalaba siempre equipo para detectar actividad paranormal. El niño al principio, apenas podía entender como funcionaba, pero se entusiasmaba tanto que lograba descifrarlo de inmediato.
Para Gaz, era un poco complicado, aunque estaba atenta a las computadoras y los videojuegos. Zeta solía darle juegos didácticos de consola, diseñados por él mismo, pero ella se los arrojaba a la cara, dici
Boat on green soup lakeBoat on green soup lake4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sur les flots verts, l'esquif va
Fragile et léger.
endless prayThere is a light on glowing like a flameendless pray4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A burning light a sign that you are still here
A hope and bright smile takes my face
As I watch it glow
I say a pray
And bow my head
I try to not cry but my
Emotions have taken the best of me
Now crying as I pray
I know you are here still
Flame glowing from the candle
Now waiting to see you again
I keep living and praying for the day
The day to hold your hand
The day to hold you close
I pray tonight
For you my long lost
My long lost burning
The Missing PageThe Missing PageThe Missing Page4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Quiet tears shaking my form
Oh to have you lay with me and keep me warm
To have you close by my side
Please show me your love and don't hide
From the way I feel about you
My eyes fill daily with the morning dew
Lamenting the great distance of our loneliness
Remembering the feel of your long dark tress
Tickling its way lightly across my chest
Feeling the gentle heaving of your breast
When we are next to each other at rest
Closer together than flowers pressed
Between the pages of our lives
A Lily, colorful, vibrant and brightly she thrives
Soaking up the light of the Son,
Reflecting it and showing the hearts she's won.
I am hers, now and forever,
I just pray that some day again we'll be together.