FLAVOR KICKER CAKEFLAVOR KICKER CAKE2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
MAKE A DELICIOUS FLAVOR KICKIN CAKE TO SHARE WITH ALL YOUR NIFTY FRIENDS!
JUST FOLLOW THESE EASY STEPS BELOW, TO MAKE THE TASTIEST DESSERT YOU AND YOUR CHILDREN WILL COME TO LOVE.
4 tablespoons flour (cake flour)
4 tablespoons sugar
2 tablespoons POWDERED SUGAR, any kind
1/8 teaspoon baking powder (a pinch!)
1/8 teaspoon salt (a pinch!!)
1 egg, beaten
3 tablespoons milk
3 tablespoons oil
2 -3 drops vanilla (optional)
In a small bowl, mix the the dry ingredients together and stir well. (Or mix into the mug directly)
Add egg and mix into dry mixture.
Add oil and milk and mix well.
Grease a tall, large mug, and pour in this mixture, scraping out with a spatula.
Place in microwave on High for 3 1/2 - 4 minutes.
White wings"Baaaaaarn!"White wings4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A tall angel turned his head at the many calls for his name. He wore a simple light blue shirt and white jeans, but no shoes, and had long light brown hair, which was pulled back into a ponytail, save a few strands. His eyes were bluish green, and full of humor as the small group of angels bounced on the clouds toward him.
There were five, all of them at the age of ten, and all of them happy and winged.
In front was a girl with reddish hair which was pulled into loose pigtails. Her wings were bright red, green, yellow and blue, quite alike a scarlet macaw's. This was where she had gotten her name, Scarlet.
Behind her was a boy with fluffy light brown hair. His wings, where there were supposed to be feathers, there was soft, cool grey fur with black circles like a snow leopard's. His ears were fluffy leopard ears, too, and his name was Snow.
Running alongside each other was two blonds that were completely identical, aside from their wings. One had black, white, and br
Character Development Sheet 01This is a character development sheet. It's used to help think outside the box for character creation. When making a character you want the character to be as real to your audience as the character is to you.Character Development Sheet 015 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
To use this character development sheet, save it on your computer, but leave the author information for the sheet at the bottom. You might need it to find my website to see if I have anything new for you to use. Fill it out for each main character you write about. Then save the filled out sheets in a folder so you can refer to them as needed.
Not all of the information you'll put in the development sheet will be known to your audience, this is just to help you see the character as a real person so you'll understand better how the character would actually react in the situations you throw at them. This way you won't force a character to make a decision that isn't really them.
If the character doesn't seem the type to make the decision you want them to make for the story line, you m
The OwlThe lights flickered and flashed in the evening sun as the sounds of music and children shouting rippled through the air. A late Autumn breeze blew down from the hills, blowing scraps of paper, fallen leaves and skirts of women about their knees. The smell of popcorn, corn dogs, and spun sugar drifted with the wind reaching noses and rumbling the tummies of young and old alike. The crank of machinery and the growl of motor's mingled with the music as the fun park rides twirled and swung the revelers with glee.The Owl5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Unnoticed by the crowd, a tall man and a young woman strolled arm and arm, smiles on their faces, lightness in their footsteps as if they had not a care in the world. A hat sat lightly upon his head, curls sticking every which way from the bottom. He was dressed warmly for the evening, long tweed coat, a scarf looped around neck, lightly dragging the ground as they walked. She reached out and grabbed one end of the scarf wrapping it around her own neck for a moment, laughing, bef
Adventures in Equestria Ep. 9Adventures in Equestria Ep. 92 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
*It was early morning in the vast farmlands of Equestria. By the side of a dirt road was a large yellow tent sitting next to Nikola's Automobile. Inside the tent, Lian was still fast asleep in her sleeping bag with her pet red panda Lili sleeping on top of her. Suddenly, a strange high pitched buzzing noise stirred them both from their sleep*
Lian: Hmm, what is that? *looks over to see that Nikola's sleeping bag is empty* What are you doing this early?
*Nikola was outside monitoring a device on the ground that seemed to be filled with water. On one side of the device, a small pipe gave out a high pitch whistle. On the other side was a hose that snaked its way onto a large canister. The gage on the canister was reading it was almost full*
Nikola: Just about done here, Einstein. A few more seconds and we'll have enough Hydrogen to make it to the Ibex Empire.
*Einstein, Nikola's guinea pig, simply rolled past him in his plastic ball*
Lian: *steps out of the tent and lets out a
The Wailing: TeaserPart I: The SirensThe Wailing: Teaser2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sound of the sirens is what has stayed with me. I remember the explosions, the engines of the Messerschmitts, the screams of men trapped beneath the rubble. Of course I do. But it is the wail of the sirens that yet haunts my dreams, settles that same cold sickness in my gut, that same cold slickness on my palms. It is the banshee shriek of coming death.
The night was cold and clear when that sound prickled along my arms like so many icy fingers reaching out from behind the drapes.
Rowan stilled her hands at the typewriter and ripped the sheet from the machine, lest some unscrupulous eye should take advantage of her temporary absence. She snatched up a grey cardigan, a torch, and the requisite gas mask, and had nearly gotten to the door before she turned back to look at me. Her dark eyes were as empty as ever.
‘Are you coming?’ she asked as she stuck one arm into a cardigan sleeve.
‘I’ll follow later,’ I said. ‘
The Owl and The DoveOne day two birds soared in the skyThe Owl and The Dove4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
They stopped to notice the bird flying by...
One bird was Romeo,
One bird was Juliet.
Then they stopped to chat with the bird that they just met...
"Oh Juliet, Juliet" he said.
"Oh Romeo, Romeo" she said,
"We've never met, we've never met..."
"But yet, but yet..."
"You're the most beautiful creature I've ever met,
You shine brighter than the stars.
Fly with me, we can fly far!"
Your smile is one most worth while...
I'll fly with you,
'Cause there's nothing in the world that I'd rather do."
Romeo was an owl and
Juliet was a dove...
Sing a song
I am FearI am Fear3 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.
That one KillThat one Kill4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Onyx stared at the smiling Doctor for a couple of moments. In pure shock, trying to just take in the fact of what he had just told her.
"I said; congratulations, Miss. You are pregnant."
And she stared again. Slowly her jaw started to drop, until her mouth was half open. Her eyes were for once widened and she was completely frozen.
"Thank you Doctor."
And without another word she stood up from the bed she was sitting on and walked out of the room, leaving the man behind her confused and a bit worried. Onyx's steps were loud and nearly in a stomping form as she hurried out of the clinic.
"Pregnant". The word echoed in her head. Pregnant, pregnant, pregnant. She really regretted her current boyfriend. She was going to kill him tonight for this.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT."
She muttered under her breath. The alleyway concealed her weapon well which she needed to leave outside. Quickly she grabbed it and made her way back to the apartment.
After a good while
Changling QueenWith false vows and a twisted smile,Changling Queen2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She sought domination through her guile.
Hoofsteps light and crown so royal'd,
By what force could her plan be foiled?
Ghastly spells and emerald eyes,
Were but precursors to the grand surprise!
Furious hooves sought to end the fun,
Arrived too late, for the parties just begun!
Silent wedding bells seem to weep,
As the tears of a fallen God began to seep.
She fed from the well of the loving heart,
But its power had yet to play its true part.
With the violent flash of two hearts near,
The dark lady tasted a new emotion, fear.
Cast from the realm, filled with rage,
How long till this grim actor retakes the stage?
DA Writer's memeDA Music Meme For Writers:DA Writer's meme3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Look at author's comments for instructions
Fandom: Silent Hill
1. "Highwayman" - Johnny Cash etc.
The wheels of Henry Townshend's car screeched as he pulled into the parking lot that belonged to the South Ashfield Heights apartment-building. As he was about to pick out his luggage from the back seat, he saw a shadowy figure in one of the windows of the building; a tall, muscular body by the slight glimpse that Henry got of him.
2. "This Is My Own" - Shadows Fall
It is my kingdom. My kingdom alone. This is the place where no one can enter except for me and the ones I give permission. Like him, for instance. "Him" being the man that just arrived here. I think that his name is... Henry. Henry Townshend. Oh, I like the sound of that. Henry Townshend: The Receiver of Wisdom. I am sure that he would be helpful in my long quest to reunite with Mom. Not just helpful, he could be a lot
Letter to ChellIs is this thing on? Oh, please let it be on, please don't let me be just rambling on to myself againLetter to Chell2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Right, responding to your message. Responding. Right now.
Well, um, first of all, don't cry. Please don't cry, luv. You, ah, mentioned you were crying at one point in your message, but, but! You only implied that you'd stopped, so, just throwing that out there, I'd really prefer it if you didn't cry. Especially if, though you didn't say that either, once again, I just sorta got the feeling especially if it's because of me. I really couldn't stand the thought that you might have been crying because of me so, just saying, don't. No reason for it at all. I'm fine, and you've escaped, and everything's fine. Really.
And that's a load of bull, right there, that is. Not the you crying part, because, seriously, don't do that, but the me being fine part. Because I'm not, really. I mean, I'm in space, for crying out loud! Not exactly the best situation, not the
A Tribute To Chelley Part 4Chell heard a knock on the door. It was light, hesitant knocking, but knocking nevertheless. She was cautious on going to open it. What if it was someone she didn't know? What if it was that crazy Danni person? What if-A Tribute To Chelley Part 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hello? Is anybody there? Are you going to open this door?"
All worries were cast aside as she heard that voice. However, she was still not going to open it. She wouldn't. No, she couldn't. The only thing that would happen is that he would talk to her and he would end up doing something stupid. It always happened, always.
"Please? Okay, I'm going to lay all my cards down and say that I didn't exactly want to come and knock on the door in the first place! But a girl came to me and said that I just HAD to talk to you. So, here I am." He said. "I mean, if you don't want to open the door, it's fine. Just give me a sign that there is someone there."
Chell walked cautiously towards the door and knocked on it.
"Great! So you are someone in there. Well, hi I'm Wheatley and I li
Heather's Harry Potter RecipesPumpkin pasties.Heather's Harry Potter Recipes3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Makes 8 Pasties
o 450g of pumpkin, skinned with no seeds
o 2 large potatoes (if you don't want to use the potatoes you can substitute it with an extra 300 g of pumpkin)
o 2 sheets of puff pastry
o 1 large brown onion
o 1 teaspoon of chopped chives
o soy sauce added to taste
o hoisin sauce added to taste
o oil for cooking
o 1 egg
**NOTE: This recipe makes more than enough pasty filling, so you can make larger pasties if you wish. It's okay to have a small amount of filling leftover.
Step 1: Preheat the oven to 200 degrees Celsius
Step 2: Half-fill a large saucepan with water and heat on high until it is a rolling boil. While you are waiting, peel the potatoes, and chop them and the pumpkin into rough 2-3cm cubes. Put these into the saucepan, and when it has come back up to boil, cook for 15-20 minutes, until the pumpkin and potato is nice and soft (mashable).
Step 3: Finely dice the onion, and gently fry it in a small amount of
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.4 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
Motley Twins' Origin-Backstory (Batman OCs)Motley Twins' Origin-Backstory (Batman OCs)4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Patricia & Richard O' Doherty are fraternal twins of Irish descent. Raised in an orphanage in Gotham City due to their parents dying when they were still very young, Patricia & Richard idolized Batman, Robin and Batgirl, even aspiring to be Robin and Batgirl someday.
On Halloween when they were 12 years old, they both had superhero inspired outfits made by one of the women at the orphanage for them to go trick or treating in. After getting all the candy they could handle, the twins witnessed a man being brutally beaten in an alleyway and decided to try and help him only to almost get beaten down themselves. Batman arrived on the scene and drove the thugs off, but yelled at the kids for their recklessness and running into the situation when they could've easily died.
Richard & Patricia didn't care as they just wanted to help, but after this incident their hopes and dreams were dashed and thus the twins ceased idolizing the "Batman Family". Several months later the twins witnessed The Jo
Sleeves and GlovesI never take off my gloves when I'm among peopleSleeves and Gloves3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never take off my sleeves when I'm among people
Since I might see things I don't like
Since they may see something they don't like
When I'm alone I can take my gloves off
When I'm alone I can take my sleeves off
And wonder why the hell I was granted these powers
They are so unnecessary and dumb!
I hate them because I can't control who I'm aging!
I can't control it at all
But when I'm around you and touch you, I do my best to block and ignore any vision of a memory
But when I touch you, you're not even concerned with that I'm unconsciously aging you
You just want me to take my gloves off
You just want me to take my sleeves off
So that we can hold hands and touch each other
When I'm around you, I'm not ashamed or worried
So I don't need my gloves
So I don't need my sleeves
I only need you to forget wha
Making Amends: Chapter ThreeChell stared almost unbelievingly at the screen.Making Amends: Chapter Three3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Subject: Wheatley Patrick Addams
Personality Core Statis: Charged
Body: In stasis
Test subject of: Personality Core(sucessful)
It was a bit of a surprise to realize Wheatley had been a human at one point. And a biologist at that. She got an idea when she saw that his human body was healthy. If a personality could be transferred to a robot, then why couldn't it be returned?
But first, she had to get him down here. Putting another portal on the moon was too dangerous, not to mention that she didn't have the portal gun. Her second idea was much more plausible. She would find an unused core and transfer him from the one in space to the unused one.
"Computer, are there any cores without an AI?" she spoke.
"Transfer both to this room," she ordered.
Thirty seconds later, the transport tube dropped two metal spheres into the room. One was roughly half as tall as Chell
The Part Where She Melts Your Heart The dim lights of the facility beamed brighter than usual while the very intelligent test subject majestically stood before the "Moron that was built to make stupid ideas" . His sky blue colored eyes narrowed in absolute hatred. "Welcome!" he enthusiastically cried. "TO MY LAIR!" his voice growing menacingly deeper as he displayed his work. Glass tubes with milky liquid streamed through it, pumping it throughout the entire broken facility. A grimace came to the woman's face as she heroically held her portal gun to her side while standing murderously close to her new nemesis but old friend.The Part Where She Melts Your Heart3 years ago in Romance More Like This
A dreadful frown swiped across her face right after she listened to all the tedious rants of her friend. She knew he was still in there, still the same old friend that used to guide her and help her and rant on about anything and nothing. Her grey eyes sorrowfully stared at her unfortunate friend that hung from the wall in that massive white shell of her arch enemy. All this
DreamsDreams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I close my eyes
in darkness deep,
awaiting the embrace of sleep.
my last escape
from a world of lies
and foes wearing a friend's disguise.
and as I fall into sleep's hands,
submit myself to her commands,
does she let my mind fall still
and empties it, for dreams to fill.
Discord Babysitting: Rarity (IWS)Discord Babysitting: Rarity (IWS)2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Author's Note: IWS stands for improved writing style, as this series will be written in a past tense with improved paragraphing from now on.
"Okay girls, let's play a game!" Discord picked up a wad of bubbles and shaped it in his hands. "Let's all try shaping the bubbles into something artistic." The three fillies in the tub started shaping their own bubble wads into different shapes. "Okay, let's see what you got."
"I made a beard!" Apple Bloom shouted excitedly before she dawned her bubble beard.
"I made a top hat!" Sweetie Belle placed her hat upon her head gently and tipped it a little. "You jelly?... Yeah, you so jelly."
Scootaloo rolled her eyes at her friends, and took out her own creation. "I made CLoudsdale!" Her friends marveled at her creation, as the bubbles simulated clouds for a rather authentic replica of the city.
"I made a rock," Discord said plainly, holding up the same wad of bubbles he started with. All the girls laughed at him,
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
Six's LullabySix's LullabySix's Lullaby5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Good night my lil' one,
give the torture a rest
for the moment it is best,
go to your own Wonderland,
where that hatter is a pest
where you're rabbit is your sibling
where mother Alice is the Caterpillar
Even children need know their parents care.
Thus, scare the children out of the looking glass
Let your brother protect you,
because he's promised to,
you're the protected child,
though your view is the exact opposite,
and your sibling dear just agrees,
that way you don't get upset.
Take care of eachother when I'm gone,
my lovely little ones,
when you coun't,
start at one,
and stop at Six,
before continuing you're counting...
because that's how you got your name.
Sleep now my sixth joy in life,
and bare this lullaby while it can last,
for all to fast,
the lullably will end,
and you'll never have to bare it again.
The Park Bench The first thing I saw of him was his gloved hand. It was pearly grey, the kind that I only saw in movies, or the kind that my mind imagined when my father read aloud to me from a book before I closed my eyes to let dreams dance in my mind. Perhaps that was why I thought they couldn't possibly be real. That no matter what, that gloved hand could not really hurt me, it couldn't... The next thing I did not really see, but heard, his voice.The Park Bench4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Would you like to sit with me?" His voice was quite, it could have been gentle, but for some reason the word did not cross my mind. Instead I noticed the sounds around him. They seemed to fall mute no, not mute, dulled, muffled. As if I had just bobbed my head underwater; like they tell me in my swimming lessons, bob my head and the world is suddenly muted, you can hear the people calling to you, you can't m