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House-elf and cream of carottHouse-elf and cream of carott3 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
Boat on green soup lakeBoat on green soup lake2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Montagne enneigée,
Sur les flots verts, l'esquif va
Fragile et léger.
How to make Mitarashi dangoHow to make Mitarashi dango2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Ingredients:
Dumplings:
200 g of rice flour
200 ml of hot water
Sauce:
100 ml water
2 1/2 tbsp soy sauce
70g sugar
1 tbsp corn starch
Directions:
Dumplings:
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 amoun
Herman the German Friendship CakeHello, my name is Herman. I am a sour cake dough. I am supposed to be kept on the worktop for 10 days with a cover on. You can not put me in the fridge or I will die! If I stop bubbling - I am dead!Herman the German Friendship Cake1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Day 1 - You get Herman and take the lid off. Put me into a large mixing bowl, cover loosely with a towel or cling film.
Day 2 - Stir well (never with a metal spoon)
Day 3 - Stir well
Day 4 - Herman is hungry, add the following ingredients:
1 cup of plain flour
1 cup of granulated sugar
1 cup of milk
stir well and cover
Day 5 - Stir well
Day 6 - Stir well
Day 7 - Stir well
Day 8 - Stir well
Day 9 - Hungr
How can. . .How can. . .How can. . .1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Always clicking, always tapping.
The lights harsh as I strain to do my work.
Heart beating. As I look across the room.
Him. There, sitting unperturbed.
Me here. Staring. Thinking. Feeling.
The things I cannot hide.
Them… My friends sitting beside me as sit here, alone and afraid.
Annoyance at the sight of one.
Loyalty flashing in front of my eyes when I stare at another.
And lastly. Betrayal. As I stare at the third and most important.
Betrayal at the thought that I can't choose sides.
Betrayal at the thought of feeling the way I do.
Anger at the awkward thoughts running through my brain.
H
We're All HumanI don't careWe're All Human9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
What colour you are
What your religion is
What gender you are
I don't care
What your sexuality is
Where you're from
What is wrong
With being gay?
With being lesbian?
Asexual?
Bisexual?
What is wrong
With having a skin colour
That's not white?
About being a hermaphrodite?
About being an aromanitc?
Why judge?
Take away our skin
Our organs
Our muscles
We are all the same
There is no "Superior Race"
We are all HUMAN
MemoriesAll the picturesMemories6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
All the feelings
Locked in your head
Locked in your heart
Some will make you
Cry
Some will make you
Smile
But altogether
They will make you
STRONGER
The Supremes- The BeginningThey say that even if you have nothing, At least you still have you'r name. Then, As some people go through life- they earn themselves a title; Such as William "the Conquerer" or Florence Nightingale "the lady with the lamp".The Supremes- The Beginning1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
But not she. She had no name. She had a title, But not a name.
A title was the only thing she had; Her title was "Alpha" Well, Her full title was "Project Alpha 63728" but they called her Alpha. They were her captors, Her so called "Family". But they were not family; They were professors and sicentists, Running tests and drawing conclusions and showing Alpha off to important people in expenisve suits with leather breif
Mission Internet- Part 5Once the two heroes had made it out of the body shop area, they stumbled around until they found a place called the Ice Creamatorium.Mission Internet- Part 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Artix stopped Tecy, "hey, there's a lot of activity going on around here and I can feel the evil coming from inside, but what are their plans and how can we figure them out?"
Tecy sighed and looked around, scanning the area for a likely target.
And he's been dating her for… She shook her head, nope.
Man! When is Brain-ball tournament going to start? She blinked, Brain-ball? Ah, that's no good either!
Artix gave her a funny look, "Are you alright there Tecy? Your… eyes are…" he coughs, "well,
Hot Soup in Cold WeatherOh, nowHot Soup in Cold Weather2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm feelin' so cold
chilled to the bone...
enter my body and let it flow
I need you
so comfort my soul.
It's been a long day.
BiohazardI am not "letting my illness define me".Biohazard2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
THEY defined me.
They called me fat.
They called me ugly
- disgusting.
They gave me the tools I needed
To change:
A scale of numbers,
A ratio of ugly to beautiful,
A tape measure of acceptance
That never quite fits around my waist;
A rock-bottom self-esteem
derived from the look
On their upturned faces:
Eyes looking through me,
Eyes always watching me,
Eyes turning away in disgust.
You're saying I did this to myself?
No.
YOU did this!
LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME!
You're the pig,
The glutton,
The fat blob vegetating on the couch;
Watching me starve, starve, starve
Just to
No Soup For You"NO SOUP FOR YOU."No Soup For You3 years ago in Settings More Like This
I'd heard enough. The she-ogre serving lunch had just gone too far. My thoughts turned red, and next thing I knew, I was lying in a jail cell, chained to a ugly male human.
"What the hell happened to you?" he asked.
Looking down at my black-and-white striped Ghoulies shirt, I noticed large patches of bloodied, ripped fabric stuck to my shoulders. Duly noted as well was the fact that they weren't mine.
"Guess I blacked out again." I felt like my vocal chords were scraped with a file, and my mouth tasted like iron.
"You blacked out? From what?" His inquiries started to annoy me, but I tried to keep my cool.
"When I get
Solitude SoupSpread melancholy on icySolitude Soup3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
self-pity with thoroughly minced
cynicism and despair. Generously throw in a
case of beer - preferably cold, three packs
of cigarettes, and an ice pack
for the morning hangover.
Mix all in a smoldering pot
of hatred, mix until
bits of bitterness
rush to the surface, mix until
bile boils up, pops, and spatters
all over.
Simmer in
silent contemplation
for a few days, and wait.
Then wait some more.
When it cools down to a
socially tolerable degree, add
some more disgust
to taste.
Serves one.
soup haikuthe crusts of stale breadsoup haiku3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
are like second-class croutons
bread heirarchy
what I hate the most
is the slight metallic taste
left by spoons in soup
a close second comes
washing-up residue left
inside of the bowl
(argh! my soup appears
to be running out of hot!
quick, finish it off!)
Expiration DateSometimes I envy that old can of soup in the back of the cupboard; the one covered in dust. That soup was once a vibrant, young can of delectability. Unfortunately, the owner got tired of his kind, and the can was long forgotten.Expiration Date3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That soup had hopes of being consumed one day. He would bring comfort to the mouth in which he entered. Now the can sits in the back, waiting for the day he will enter the dumpster; crying because he never got the chance to carry out his dreams.
I envy that can, because soon the cupboard will need to be cleaned out, and he will no longer have to bear the feeling of being unwanted.
I am an old can of soup, but my e
Soup KitchenSoup KitchenSoup Kitchen3 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
The car jolted to a stop, my foot hard pressed to the brakes and a fast apology on my lips to Courtney, a teammate carpooling with me. I don’t live in Prescott, Arizona and up until coming to Yavapai College at the beginning of August I had never even entered the state. “Oh-no, it’s okay,” Courtney reassured me, leaning back in her chair, blue eyes darting behind brown rimmed spectacles. I laughed nervously – I generally always felt nervous when driving to a new place in a foreign region. We had been driving that Monday for a good fifteen minutes and would most likely be late to the 4:30 PM schedule
Spiral and ShatteringEatin hot soup,Spiral and Shattering3 years ago in Other More Like This
can't warm this cold body.
It can't change what's,
already happened.
It can't change,
my life's intent.
My fingers are starting to burn,
from the heat emenating off the bowl.
I don't care,
it's making me feel something.
[Chorus]
My eyes see,
but they don't register.
My heart aches,
but it doesn't shatter.
My life pounds,
but it doesn't break.
I have no dreams,
no friends.
I have nothing,
to live for in this life anymore.
[End Chorus]
The two reasons,
just walked out.
I don't care anymore,
there is nothing that can change.
I'm just some fucked up,
screwed up bitch.
I can't control my life,
it's spir
alphabet soupApparently amorous,alphabet soup3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Betwixt the boroughs,
Cats are curling,
Dutifully dull
Elegant enough,
For furious fireflies,
Great ghost that they are.
Happy but hideous,
Indignant indulgence,
Joyous,
Killing the kiss
Leading to lauding.
Maiming maniacal
None are left.
Opening oracles
Persuasion is practical
Quick yet quiet
Run all the races
Slinking back
Turning tail
Uncertain upstart
Violent
Wavering waterways
Xanadu
Yet, without a doubt yielding
Zephyrs
butterfly soupwe would bebutterfly soup3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
best friends
if not for
the butterfly soup
churning in my stomach
SoupRachel had few words to say, but they always had meaning.Soup4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rachel was thoughtful, the kind of person who would bring soup to their dear sick friends.
These kinds of people were rare, and often overshadowed by those who would solve problems by parties.
Or those who could manipulate them without even knowing it.
But there are those who embrace Rachel's honesty and compassion.
There are also those who claim to, but their own honesty is flawed.
Karen was a very kind person, though she was often ill.
They spent many days together, seemingly the start of a real friendship.
One day, when Karen was sick, so as usual Rachel brought over some s
Something is wrong.I cannot eat that.Something is wrong.4 years ago in Other More Like This
The bowl of soup my sister prepared for me. She watches me as I press a spoonful of it into my mouth.
"Yummy." I say with a fake smile. She goes back into the kitchen, satisfied. I get up from the table and
head into the bathroom where I spit the soup out into the toilet. I flush it down and rinse out my mouth with cold
water from the sink.
Wanton soupI wake up in a bowl of most wanton soup , the chicken has dared to stage a coup , a planetary play is initiated to keep the new heavenly bodies from falling out of the sky. The needles and the butterballs are cast out to the stars and stripes of space, left to orbit in the place of the legendary spheres that resided there . I, decadent as I am look down in fascination, before ending my short rendezvous with the master of dreams , spindles and spirals. I place myself upon the peddle bike of pleasures, cycling like an unloved cyclone toward Kansas. I the middle of ruin and euphoria, just uncertain…not long left before one must re-adjustWanton soup4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
SoupBoil me, trap me, sell me,Soup4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Stack me on a shelf with others of my kind
whatever that may happen to be
Advertise me, own me,
Do I have an expiration date?
Does this label seal my fate?
Why don't you cut me open,
is my heart still in it?
Go on, cut me open,
is my heart still in it?
Sta.sh
