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.
How to make yakitori chickenHow to make yakitori chicken4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2 chicken breasts, cut into about 3/4 inch pieces
1 negi, cut into about 3/4 inch pieces
Bamboo skewers (soaked in water to prevent burning)
For tare sauce (makes about 1/2 cup):
5 Tbsp soy sauce
5 Tbsp mirin
3 Tbsp sake
1 1/2 - 2 Tbsp of sugar *adjust the amount to your preference
A slice of ginger (optional)
Mix sugar, sake, mirin, and soy sauce in a sauce pan and stir well.
Put a slice of fresh ginger, if preferred.
Bring to a boil on high heat and turn down the heat to low and simmer until slightly thickened.
Stop the heat and set aside.
Thread chicken and negi on skewers alternatively.
Grill the skewered chicken and negi over hot coals until the surface of chicken turns white.
Brush the skewered chicken and negi with the sauce.
Grill until cooked through, brushing the sauce a couple of times.
I am FearI am Fear4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Why do I do it? You wish to ask me? You want to know what compels me to do such things, things which you see as horrors and make me an abomination to what it means to be a human? The answer to that is quite simple my dears.
I am not human.
I am fear.
I was created to perform these acts which you call so disgusting, and, what you will probably be the most horrifying thought to you, something that you may try to deny but is never-the-less true.
Derpy's MemorialDay1 year ago!Derpy's MemorialDay3 years ago in Letters More Like This
Our Beloved Mail-Mare, was censored, banished from pony-ville, stained, striped away from her daughter Dinky, banished from the show, killed-off!
On Derpy’s Memorial-day I would like for you:
* To make two dozens of muffins, and give them to everyone you meet, especially the other bronies.
* And if you have one, put a Derpy hat on your head, and put on a gray shirt and pants.
* On Memorial-day,you must write a fan letter to (expressing how much you admire her and your wish to have her back) "(Equestria, Pony-Ville box 33779)". Derpy and send it in the mail.
* Keep one muffin, and before you go to bed, I want you to put a candle in the muffin and leave it outside for Derpy.
* At the time that the show is showne "where you live" can we have a Moment Of Silence
derp derrrrp, derp derp derp, derp, derrp, derp, derp... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-0maME4S_s
P.S. The 16/02 will B a day of selebrachon! Because that is
The Dark Wood Circus.Tonight we will show you the sad fate that some of this world carry. Children that God has abandoned, restlessly creeping out. Children that can't even carry the trembling limbs they were born with. Their shaking tongues even accidentally cry out. Their crowns of their head caress the dark clouds. They smile as they dream of their mother's embrace.The Dark Wood Circus.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Drop by and see him.
What was this place? She had never seen it before, and not heard of it until minutes ago. The odd children, but who seemed oh so charming and amazing, had given her the flyer.
"Dark wood circus"
Was it close?
She moved the branches of the trees out of her way so her eyes would spot some kind of light. She could only so follow the footsteps of the odd children, who seemed a bit older than her.
There was light ahead! The little girl ran as fast as her small feet would carry her and she soon stood still, her eyes wide with amazement.
The circus tent stood far above her small len
Burnt memories"MIO!!" Loud stomps were suddenly heard throughout the room of the apartment as a young monochromatic woman, around her early twenties and late teens, stormed to a different room and slammed up the door.Burnt memories4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mio looked up from the magazine she was reading, a bit surprised, at her sister Vivian who was deep grey in the face from rage.
"Did you take my magazines again?!" Oh god, this again Mio rolled her eyes and looked back at her magazine, which indeed did belong to her sister.
"It's not like you ever read them. They just sit on your floor and gather dust."
"It's my collection!! You're not supposed to touch it!" Then she suddenly spotted what she was wearing. "Oh, my god. You're wearing my top too!?"
"It's too small for you, damnit!" Mio sat up on her bed, now ready to defend herself.
"So?! It's still mine!"
"Mom told you that the clothes that no longer fit on you will go on to me!"
"It still fits me, midget!!"
"Oh, of course it does. With that lovely view of your belly but
On The Originality Of Ideas Let's face it. Original ideas are in short supply these days. The global apocalypse has been done to death. Martian invasions, rogue artificial intelligences, and sappy love stories where the hero gets the girl, and pulls it out against all odds in the end are boring. Like a bad magic trick, we've seen it all before.On The Originality Of Ideas8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
It's the same old notion that there's nothing left to write about, the one where everything has been done, and everything else is just a rehash of it in some way or another. According to the literary doomsayers, originality has run out, or if it hasn't yet, it will.
Any long-term writer has heard this argument at least once in his life, and some people will actually go to great lengths to defend it, as if they're more satisfied with its bleary outlook, instead of the notion that the dwindling of ideas is just an illusion. But it is.
The Mom's TruthWhen you were inside your mom's tummy,The Mom's Truth6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
your mom suffered the pain that you gave to her,
and you thanked her by kicking her all day long.
When you came into the world, she held you in her arms.
You thanked her by wailing like a banshee.
When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.
You thanked her by crying all night long.
When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.
You thanked her by running away when she called.
When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love.
You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.
When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.
You thanked her by coloring the dining room table.
When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays.
You thanked her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud.
When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school.
You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT GOING!"
When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball.
You thanked her by throwing it through the
What we areAnthro ArtistWhat we are8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Anthro artists are anyone who draws anthropomorphic art. Anthro is defined as something that is essentially non-human (including inanimate objects) that has been given human characteristics, such as having an almost-human bone structure.
Furries are people who have an affinity toward the anthro style of art. Furries usually identify themselves with a fursona an anthro version of themselves. They are a fandom (like anime fans are otaku). There are many levels of the furry fandom: It extends from simply being an artist, to wearing fur-suits, and attending fur-cons. However, this is not limited to furries, it extends to scalies and avians - people who identify themselves with a winged or scaly anthro characters. It should also be noted that while the above is correct, Furry, Avian, and Scaly are just fandoms. A lot of people in the anthro community, while falling un
Jeff The Killer X Reader (Scenario) Pt 2Jeff The Killer X Reader (Scenario) Pt 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You got chills. Was this "Jeff" just messing with you?
He didn't seem like a bad guy, after all. He's just an outcast, like you.
There's nothing wrong with that, right?
The bus ride seemed eternal. Each stop was an excruciating wait as he stared. You saw him stare.
You decided to go sit by him while the bus was stopped.
"I noticed you kept staring. I'm not quite blind...Yet. I've got a tad or peripheral vision left." You smiled, an attempt to hide your anxiety and frustration in this situation. You were so drawn to him, yet you felt unsafe, like he was dangerous.
"I couldn't help myself." Jeff's grin lessened, but it wasn't that he wasn't pleased. It was a different kind of smile. It was more...deranged.
"Well, that's okay. I don't mind. What's your first class?" The bus was pulling into the school. Finally.
"It's..." He pulled out a terribly crumpled schedule out. It had brownish-red stains on it.
"It's honors English 11..." He crumpled the paper back into his p
those fall nightsI wish the trees would stay orange and yellow, and that the spider-web harvests would last foreverthose fall nights6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I remember the frostbite nights behind the bleachers near the woods, where we would capture fire-flies in the stained glass jar your mother had made, then the insects from inside would flash their bulbs and it would look like the hands of god brushed our skin.
I remember on those cold, and subtle afternoons in autumn that you would use the air-freshener that smelt like raisin oatmeal cookies and old pumpkin spice as a perfume instead of your refreshing evergreen perfumes.
I wish you could remember.
Youre the concept of beauty, and I could never, ever change that about you
I remember when you would wait until your lips began to chap and began to bleed and youd say you loved the way it felt.
I remember when youd wrap yourself with my crinkling denim jackets and put your head on my chest, and say you loved me.
I remember that sometimes we
bp...No She let the rats drag her all the way back into the cold dark basement, she let out a few cries of protest, she even tried sweet talking them and bribing with cheese that both toymaker and rats knew she did not have. When they were finally down they tossed her to the ground. More rats came out, all circling Chitty. She stayed down on the floor for a moment, letting them get as close as they wanted.bp...No6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Well, I tried being nice she said to the floor, the rats got closer.
But I guess Ill have to go to plan B With that the girl shot up, making some of the rats scatter, in her hand were two large bombs.
BLOW YALL TO TIMBUCKTWO!!! She screeched joyfully, then she did what she wanted to do ever since she got to this dark cold place blow it up ..she laughed manically, but she knew she couldn
bp...Finally an end? When I opened my eyes I found myself in a large white room.bp...Finally an end?6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Aw crap Im in heaven I muttered
Now that MUST be the first time Ive heard someone say that! laughed someone I hadnt noticed before. I turned my head towards the voice, and saw a nurse smiling at me. I blinked.
.Aw CRAP! Im in a hospital!! I sighed, and once again the nurse laughed. She told me that I was taken into the hospital a few days ago. I had suffered a head concussion but no permanent damage. Other then a few extra bruises and scratches I was perfectly fine. She then left to get my family who were waiting for me to wake up. I looked around the room again, I was the only one in the room and it was very bare, except for a pile of what looked like packages on the bedsid
leaving you aloneHold your lips to the skies and watch the trees collapse at your kneesleaving you alone6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You dyed your water a dark, almost bothersome, purple today; so that when the liquid slipped down your tongue and past your lungs and merged with your blood, you could be royalty. So royal as to feast on the rotted carcasses of dead animals, to breathe the dust and echo the screams of the clouds as they crash, and to gouge out every non-believers eyes and toss them away with the graceful wind; because it was your dream, and, like a vulture stalking a dying mouse as it walks at the toes of mountain tops, you followed it.
Youll be begging for a plague after the oceans have melted with the atmosphere
Your skin recoils around your silhouette and I can see those exposed stark bones- the same as the photos of the bones that you mailed to me.
The photos of the meat hooks stabbed inbetween your stomach, where your ribs popped out, scattered around your
Random Decembersville PoemAn icey land with no tomorrowRandom Decembersville Poem5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The chilling snowflakes full of sorrow
Over the hills, covered i white.
Try to reach home with all of your might.
The lake is frozen, the air is frigid,
...The wind is blowing, but the scene is rigid.
Coldness lays in every heart
You'll end up, back at the start.
You reach the end of the city,
Cold and wet, and filled of pity.
Now this place will hold you forever,
Now this place you cannot leave ever.
Laughing Jack x Reader (Prologue)Laughing Jack x Reader (Prologue)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Finally, your own place, your own furniture, your own car. You'd been longing this for such a time that you thought nothing could go wrong now.
Upon unloading your belongings into your pre-used house, you heard a loud crackle under your foot.
Glass? A trail of glass, actually...
you followed it to the back door, which was open.
"Hello?" You surveyed the back yard, upon doing this, you noticed to adolescents scurrying off, shattering beer bottles and silly stringing your yard.
"Welcome to the neighborhood, Bitch!" The two kids got away. You tried to not let it get to you. (So much for nothing going wrong, though.)
Besides, you left the back door unlocked, you were practically asking for some jerks to come in. You cleaned up the glass, and this time, locked the back door.
That night, you managed to unpack the majority of your things. But not in peace. You kept hearing laughter. It must've been from those damned kids. if they persisted, you'd waste no more time, and alert the police.
Haters are Gonna HateHaters are Gonna Hate3 years ago in Letters More Like This
Haters are gonna hate
Some people in their lives will have haters stalk them ,send them hate mail,
make their friends stab them in their backs, and make others hate them with their lies, pretty much try to hurt them in any possible way that they can...
If this sounds like you, well then listen up your not alone,
around the world there are people like us that seem to get hate all the time and
enemies,,, , why do you get them and what can you do?
Well first of all we get haters for these reasons
1) We have a talent
2) you're a people person
3) others like you
4) Your life is successful
5) you feel good about yourself
And last but not least
6) You have something they want
That is pretty much the summary of why we get haters….
Most of the time, it is best to ignore, after all there will always be people who will envy you.
Unfortunately, when you get a pro hater, in other words a hater that really hates your guts and has the evil skills of making you miserable, that
My Good Bye"Daddy?" Teddy whispered as he peeked his little blonde head in my room.My Good Bye6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
It was dark, with no light what so ever, and I was sitting at the edge of my bed with my head in my hands. I didn't bother to look at Teddy, I didn't want to look at him at all.
"Daddy," His voice became more desperate as he walked right into my room, I could hear his shaky breath clearly, and I knew he would start crying if I didn't pick the correct words, "Yes, Ted?" I asked in a tone barely above a whisper, if you knew me, you could tell I was holding back a few tears; I didn't want my son to see my like this. I was praying that he would just turn around and leave.
Teddy gulped and ran infront of me, pushing his head between my arms so that he could see my face, his black eyes staring right back at mine, "Dad..." He pouted, his eyebrows raising as he bit his lower lip, his little hands clutching my arms, "Mom said that we're going tomorrow and you're not coming with us," I froze; I did not want to talk about th
A Key PointHello. I'm your left shift key. You know, on your keyboard? I think it's time we had a little chat.A Key Point4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
See, I think I have things better than some others I know. Like my friends P, A, I, and N you know those keys? - well, they've been feeling used. Whenever you open up Microsoft Word, they just start groaning because they feel your poetry coming. Me, though, I guess I'm just feeling ignored. Unappreciated. You know the feeling? I know you do. I saw that poem about your family. Tough stuff, right there. I feel you, I really do.
I know you feel all deep without me. Like the restraints I put upon you shackle your inner poet. I'm not uncool. Believe me, I am down with the youngsters. And I know the time it takes to capitalize could cause your conversation about your English teacher to Tanya to drag. I am the most understanding key on your keyboard, believe me. Not like Insert. Believe me, that guy's a total asshole. But I just think you really haven't considered all the dynamics
Feral Reincarnation - p4Kaleb waited for a moment. But the stupid Blade didn't open his mouth again. "Hey!" Kaleb snarled, balling his hand into a fist and striking him across the back of the head. "I asked what you just said!" The young Feral was on top and he wouldn't lose this position over the Blade. He had said something. Wonderland. Aru. Kaleb had told no one about Wonderland. So how did this Blade know something that even Omar and Epps were ignorant about?!Feral Reincarnation - p44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nate was still quiet. "I said say something!" Kaleb screamed. A quick jerk of his knee and Nate howled in pain. Violently, he rolled his shoulders, forcing the pole off his back. Kaleb leapt back to his feet and watched as the Blade curled into the feeble position, choking back a sob as he held his aching groin.
The Feral waited. When the Blade relaxed, he struck out, kicking him in the back. It felt soooo good to get back at this punk for stealing his mask. Nate cried out when he struck the alley's wall, but he struggled to his feet. But Kaleb grab
Between rounds 1 and 2The samurai paused on the dirt path and looked up into the sky, squinting against the sun. Afternoon. Bright blue skies stretching endlessly into the distance. Grass and sometimes giant mushroom under it. And two days since he had slept last. Less than that since parting with Aris and Leela. Spitfire girls... They could take care of themselves. Had shown that in battle again that copy.Between rounds 1 and 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He really needed to find the girl. Why would someone want a child to fight in a tournament? Even one as nonsensical as this. Readjusting the pack on his back, he carried on. The man knew where he was heading. Off to the castle. The noble class of this world must have some of the answers he needed. The rabbit, despite the questioning Aru put him through, had little to say. Drakonius had hinted at some outside influence on Wonderland and the nothings. So Aru headed off toward the Village. The... crocodile... alligator... whatever... barkeeper had said it would be a short journey and-
The samurai sto
Blindly SeeingHe had lost his sight.Blindly Seeing5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Iru knew he was devastated about it. He knew from all the conversations they had before Ridley lost it, all the promises he had to make to the man as his eyes changed from a livid red to a dull pink and finally to that blank white.
"Promise me you will describe what our kids and grandchildren look like." He would beg as the days went by. "Promise me you will help me with reading and writing." He asked when they were in his office together. "Promise me."
Only when Ridley had broken down in his arms, had sobbed and cried when he learned what Thane was doing to Chiro, what Chiro was allowing Thane to do so his siblings and cousin could keep their innocence had Iru learned what else troubled Ridley.
"I'll never be able to see my baby girl's art again," he whispered against Iru's chest, his arms wrapped firmly about the man's neck. "All her beautiful work... I won't..." He fell silent and Iru had little idea on how to comfort him.
Until the next day.
"Iru," Ridley sig
F earThe dark purple-black light hugging the mirrors were pulsing as a heart. It only happened if one thing happened, if the person who... Owned the place got headache. A two meter tall person stalked though the light, though he wasn't fully visible in the big, dark space. The figure didn't stop before it reached a mirror, and stepped in through it.F ear6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hell... Hell, hell, HELL!!", the figure yelled. It was a man, and not just any man. The glowing yellow eyes on black gave his identity away. Maferius Alexander Jonathan cussed.
"I should have expected it!", he growled as he stalked through the dark, empty corridors of his home. He wasn't happy, not at all. "I should have freakin' expected it! There was too many clues!"
He didn't stop. He passed door after door, all of them looking exactly the same. He didn't stop until he reached a pair of magnificent double doors. He opened them and stepped into his room. Walking over to a table he looked at the photo lying at it, then he rammed
Before round 1...Damn... Damn it all to hell. The samurai trudged on through the forest of grass, angrily swatting at the blades when they got in his way. This was not how he wanted to spend his night... Oh no! But that damn whore had to come up to him and that damn cat...! 'Gods above and below, if I ever see that cat again I'm going to spank him till the cows come home!' Grinding his teeth, he continued on.Before round 1...5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been like this most of the morning. Occasional shouting and swearing, silence from him as he attempted to accept what fate thrust upon him. Just like with Drakonius, it was hard and he was voicing his dislike very loudly. At least with Drakonius he was in his own damn world! At least he wasn't the size of a damn mouse!
"Damn it all to hell and back!" He yelled to the air, punching a stone next to him. Well, a pebble, really. A large stone to his size. "This sucks, this sucks!" Thrown in, told to fight. Like he was some petty mercenary. No! He was a samurai! Of the Master Class, no less! Tra