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 bien chaud, en attendant le retour de son irascible maître ? Mieux valait ne pas savoir où celui-ci était parti...
Boat on green soup lakeBoat on green soup lake2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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
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.
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 Cake2 years 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 - Hungry again! Add the same ingredients ass day 4. Spilt into 4 equal portions,
Weena - concours: les fils du destinWeena - concours: les fils du destin2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Vive la reine! Longue vie à Weëna!"
Au balcon du palais, la jeune souveraine salua son peuple d'un sourire éclatant.
Trois jours auparavant, un soleil de sang s'était couché sur la terre de Nym-Bruyn, laissant la nuit emporter avec elle ses souverains. L'aube qui avait succedé avait marqué la naissance d'une nouvelle ère, d'une nouvelle étoile: Weëna, descendante de la branche invisible, Reine de Nym-Bruyn et impératrice des territoires pacifiés.
Un titre ronflant, pour une jeune femme au cur humble, à qui la vie avait tissé un destin exceptionnel. Si elle ne comprenait pas encore comment tout cela avait pu se produire, les habitants du royaume ne semblaient partager ni ses questionnements, ni ses doutes. Ils la regardaient avec des yeux émerveillés et acclamaient leur nouveau guide, celle dont les paroles leur avait réchauffé le cur en leur promettant paix et liberté.
How can. . .How can. . .How can. . .2 years 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.
Hunger. As I watch and see Him.
The worst feeling I could ever possess.
I could never not feel for him the way I do.
But how can feeling this way ever help.
How can feeling for an arrogant bastard help anything.
How can living keep me from dying.
How can thoughts and feelings keep the bare husk of my soul alive.
How can anything save me from myself. . .
Falling Like StarsFalling Like StarsFalling Like Stars4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pri'thee tell me, if ye can,
When shall be the Fall of Man?
If I am able, I shall run away
To lift my head and smile again.
Pri'thee tell me, if you will,
When shall nations have their fill
Of violence, conquest and war,
While they warn us not to kill?
Confusion, struggle and pain abound
In this land, with violence and wars
There is noise and shouting all around
My hair is falling like the stars
My life has been truly sad.
I may be happier when I am dead.
LDRAn embraceLDR6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Good Bye
The long waiting for
The next embrace
The next kiss
Sleepovers on Skype
Just for a simple word called
It makes a word like
Seem so small
Naya Selenia, 22. 6. 2013
MemoriesAll the picturesMemories1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
All the feelings
Locked in your head
Locked in your heart
Some will make you
Some will make you
They will make you
We're All HumanI don't careWe're All Human1 year 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?
What is wrong
With having a skin colour
That's not white?
About being a hermaphrodite?
About being an aromanitc?
Take away our skin
We are all the same
There is no "Superior Race"
We are all HUMAN
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 Beginning2 years 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 breifcases and lots of money. No, They were not her family; They were nothing to Alpha. Alpha had nothing.
Just her title.
She had memories of course, But it was memories of the same things every day and every night, so she started classing it as just one memory; Of her glass room in the lab, people in white coats running to and fro, in and
Painless Procedure"Come one, come all!Painless Procedure3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a painless procedure, I know that some of you will be quite eager."
And he waved in his clenched hand a warm beating heart, and I saw in his face what he meant from the start.
"Its the newest thing from here to Beijing, I cut this right out and it changes everything!"
"No pain, no cares, no highs no lows, no burdens to carry and safe from all woes!"
A large crowd gathered round to listen to his pitch, all said aloud it could be only for the rich.
"Not true my friends, the fee is cheap. The benefits out weigh the costs of the feelings you reap."
We stood there astounded, some just stood there and stared, others lined up, the rest left before they dared.
"Line up here if you please, you are just moments away no strife in your life, such a small price to pay!"
I stood alone, away from the scene and the thoughts that came to me were green.
"Step right up young lady, your pain is so deep, I see on your face such burdens you keep.
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, they're glowing."
Still scanning the minds of the students around her Tecy replied, "that's normal. One sec.. I think I've got the answer "
I'm supposed to tell the professor that the zombie magic soup is nearly completed. And then I have to make sure the other students in the Ice Creamatorium don't fiddle wit
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
They gave me the tools I needed
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?
YOU did this!
LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME!
You're the pig,
The fat blob vegetating on the couch;
Watching me starve, starve, starve
Just to try to escape the stereotype
I'm already labeled under:
I tried to be what you wanted me to be,
I tried to fix myself,
But you gave me tools
That only broke me further.
I'm the girl who
Managed to jump from one end
Of the spectrum
To the other
- fat to skinny -
And still manages to be
What society detests:
I used to be pretty
In my own standards;
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 angry, or scared, I go ballistic and beat the shit out of whatever pisses me off." The calm tone o my voice scared him more than my words, and he said nothing more for the rest of the night.
Good thing the Ibuprofen candies kick in quickly.
Solitude SoupSpread melancholy on icySolitude Soup4 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
for a few days, and wait.
Then wait some more.
When it cools down to a
socially tolerable degree, add
some more disgust
soup haikuthe crusts of stale breadsoup haiku4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
are like second-class croutons
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 Date4 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 expiration date has yet to come.
Soup KitchenSoup KitchenSoup Kitchen4 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 scheduled time. The blonde in my passenger seat seemed relax and content, she was in no rush to get to the Soup Kitchen, then again, was I even too enthused to go? In my personal poem I wrote after this experience I reflected back on such a thought with, “Unwanted as it is demanded” (Lindley). Walking to the Soup Kitchen, I felt overdress
Spiral and ShatteringEatin hot soup,Spiral and Shattering4 years ago in Other More Like This
can't warm this cold body.
It can't change what's,
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.
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,
I have nothing,
to live for in this life anymore.
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 spiraling out of control.
I can't even stop it,
I don't know how.
The wounds on my hand,
getting more frequent.
Helping doesn't work,
ignoring doesn't work.
I've done all I can,
and yet it hasn't made a dent.
My life is spiraling out of control,
and my life is shattering around me.
I am left alone,
to pick up the pieces.
it's like a jigsaw.
If you are missing one pi
alphabet soupApparently amorous,alphabet soup4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Betwixt the boroughs,
Cats are curling,
For furious fireflies,
Great ghost that they are.
Happy but hideous,
Killing the kiss
Leading to lauding.
None are left.
Persuasion is practical
Quick yet quiet
Run all the races
Yet, without a doubt yielding
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 soup.
It was very healthy soup that had the ability to make others feel better, however, it tasted bitter. Rachel was honest about it, and warned Karen about the bitterness. Karen still asked for the soup that Rachel offered.
Karen began to drink it, but soon became very angry. She threw the soup in Rachel's face, yelling at her, saying Rachel was trying to