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.
Inferno's Touch -0-PrologueInferno's Touch -0-4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You are putting yourself in danger."
A metal door screeched in strain as a slim-fingered hand pushed it open. Sunlight streamed through the fluffy white clouds as a human form stepped onto the roof. The young woman walked forward, remnants of snowy patches crunching beneath her grey and purple sneakers. Squinting at the light, she moved to a nearby ladder and clung to it. Chills raked her body, igniting where her skin met the frosty metal.
Arriving at the top of the small overhang, the woman kneeled at the edge; the undisturbed snow clung to her jeans. Crisp winter air nipped at her cheeks and fingertips, furthering the cold that plagued her. Her soft breaths became water particles in the air and her thin spring jacket did little to protect her from winter's remnants.
"Ann, you know what will happen if you continue."
Ann unfurled her fingers from the large bag she held in her left hand and set it on the cement platform. She unzipped it and pulled the contents ou
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.Inspector Wolf1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
I Wish I Had Better ScarsI wish I had Better ScarsI Wish I Had Better Scars4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I wish I had better scars. Or at least, that all the scars I do have were more visible. For those of you who don't know me personally (which I'm guessing is most of you) I don't think its possible to be much paler than I already am. If you dipped me in water and rolled me in flour you'd get an interesting fetish and someone who looked about the same as when you started out on this strange endeavor. If you put Marilyn Manson and myself next to each other in the same clothes the only noticeable difference would be he has a better singing voice and I have better hair. If Mr. Manson is reading this please know that I am a huge fan of your art but lets face it, I really do have better hair. Keep up the good work though.
Anyway, this is a long way of saying that white scar tissue doesn't really show up on my skin as I am so pale that if you gave me a sex change and a haircut you'd demand I live with seven midgets for the sake of film accuracy. I actually have a grea
Five MisconceptionsFive Misconceptions5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'll warn you upfront: this isn't glamorous.
At first, I thought I was in a car or on a plane. I woke up in an uncomfortable chair with an incredible headache and no idea where I was. My eyes slowly adjusted to the sickly yellow light, and I saw a ceiling with water damage. I didn't recognize it. I smelled mildew and smoke, which would've startled me if not for the headache.
I started to rub my head, but I couldn't move my hand. I looked down, and my wrist was stuck in something. Actually both wrists. And ankles. I didn't like where this was going.
Ugly laughter erupted from across the room. "About time you came around!" someone shouted. I rolled my heavy head to the left and saw Seth and Nate. They were sitting on an unmade bed, smoking.
Seth was not one of my favorite people. He worked at a bar I avoided, and he was why. He and I went back ten years, so we knew a lot of the same people. Like Nate.
Nate wasn't a bad guy, or at least wasn't till recently. He was lonesome and impression
Writing Tips: Avoiding Bad WorldbuildingOne of the first mistakes that a writer of speculative fiction (science fiction, fantasy, or supernatural horror) makes is front-loading every little bit of information of their world that they painstakingly made. One of the last mistakes that a writer of speculative fiction makes is giving stupid details of their world, unknowingly retconing things, and explaining things that don't need explaining because this usually ends their career or irreparably damages a franchise. Today's lesson is about "bad worldbuilding" because the hardest part of actually creating a fictional world is giving too much detail.Writing Tips: Avoiding Bad Worldbuilding10 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
This one is going to be different for different types of media. For example, most television shows have a build-as-you-go kind of feel (think Fairly Odd Parents), while a series of novels is usually planned out from the beginning. As an aside, if you're planning out an entire series of novels, make sure that at least the very first one can stand completely on its own to the point where
Ten Commandments of Writing1. Have an original plot.Ten Commandments of Writing5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
If every book was the same, we'd get bored with them pretty quick. Variety is what gives that special spice. Try to come up with a story that's entirely your own. If your work is based off another work, however loosely, make sure you use your own style. Don't just repeat what someone else has already written. Nobody likes a copycat, and you could face an unpleasant lawsuit that way.
2. Have a good title.
If you want people to read your book, you'll need a title that will catch their eye. Make it exciting, but keep it brief, too. Don't make your title so long that it wears the reader down. Try to stay within the limit of ten words. If you have trouble inventing a title, go through your story and decide what the main theme is, what it is in that story that really stands out.
3. Make your characters as believable as possible.
The characters are what make the story a story. You learn about them, sympathize with them, and hate them.
Paneling tips for mangaPaneling tips for manga11 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Paneling is a part of Graphic design. O_- It's an art in itself, think of how you would do a collage and put together a puzzle, that's how paneling works.
You must understand the basic 2D design element:
movement, center of interest, value contrast, volume, size, perspective.... so on and on....
As for paneling.... there is no set way to do it, whether drawing the picture first, or draw the panel's first, or draw the panels and the pictures back and forth.... it's all upto the artist, as long as the result is satisfying to the artist. Just experiement and find the best way that suits you.
1. Panels must support your content: That's the most important thing.... if one line is going over an important character's head shot, omit that line and let the character stand out~ If one frame is more important than the other, you wish to make it a focus on the page, make that frame larger than the others, sometimes it can even overlap other panels alittle. However, being overly complicated
Do No HarmSally Johnston beamed happily at the street around her on this fine monday morning. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, everything in God's creation was going right. Well, except the abortions she was protesting. She readjusted her grip on the sign with one hand and offered free bibles with the other. She felt it was part of her religious duty to stop the evils against god, and to spread the good word. And part of spreading the good word started with a good attitude. She noticed the cute young man she saw some days coming out of his ground floor apartment onto the little balcony. He was slim, in a rumpled up black and purple suit that was untucked, unbuttoned and carefree. His black hair was much too untidy for her tastes, yet she couldn't help feeling a bit of an attraction for this man. He looked very grumpy, scowling around at everything he could see, so she decided to cheer him up a bit. “Morning Mister!” she called out from the other side of the street.Do No Harm3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I Hate DatingI Hate Dating4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I hate dating.
I hate the smothering selfishness and the overbearing immaturity.
I hate the demands and expectations that are heaped on me as a girlfriend.
I hate the pressure that's dumped on me because he's too socially retarded and over-stimulated to understand the concept of getting to know each other BEFORE dating.
I hate being rushed into something that can't be rushed, then made to suffer for my decision to control myself.
I hate the entitlement mentality.
I hate that men think they have a right to my body, my mind, and my emotions.
I hate the unnecessary pressure to be someone I'm not.
I hate the idea of having to dumb myself down or confine myself to satisfy someone's insecurities.
I hate sacrificing my happiness and peace of mind for someone I barely know.
I hate not being treated like I matter.
I hate being expected to look like a million bucks for someone who looks like a crap pile.
I hate not being seen as someone with a schedule, a job, goals, and dreams.
How Kat got into that maid dress (PG Version)`It was a bright sunny day in the house, and not a creature did stir, except for a certain neko girl, her purpose was...clerr? (How Kat got into that maid dress (PG Version)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Birthday With CthulhuIt came in the deepest stirrings of my subconscious, a kind of shudder in the recesses of my soul. In a dreamlike state I slept and walked along those dripping, greenish soap-stone monoliths as old as time, dread waking in the pit of my flesh. A voice, eons old trembled in the depths, waking the stars and galaxy dust from their slumber as the heavens shook and sunlight fell away into darkness. He was calling me.Birthday With Cthulhu4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The mad seas rolled in strange lullabies, and mourning-cloak moths flew with hollow eyes towards the moon. I was a helpless puppet at his beckoning, stumbling in a dream towards the terrible eyes, the cruel mouth, the wicked, monstrous head that spoke of strange beings that the dead wept over. Alien things from another world that the earth cloaked to herself like a terrible secret best left forgotten or abandoned to the utterings of mad men.
The ether held its breath, and supernovas swallowed themselves into black holes. The creature lifted a great, swollen hand from the oceani
NaNoWirMo 2010: Chapter 1Charlie finally saw the thick green hedge which fenced her small cottage house in the rainforest city. This city wasn't technically a city as far as she could discern. The thick rainforest that surrounded the city was constantly suffocating the enclosed area with thick green vines that grew quickly and vastly over the ancient structures and the occasionally exotic plant that sprung up in the cracks between the human structures. Despite the surface of untidiness was a calming sense of order. The trees grew only close enough the city so that a living ceiling of branches and leaves interconnected and left spaces through which bright, contrasting yellow sunlight or mellow blue moonlight could filter through and bath the city. Wild flowers, orchids and shrubs crowded around the bases of buildings or sprouted from hidden nooks where the soil had slowly built natural pots. Unlike many the other cities found throughout the regions, this one always provided a constant damped effect that allowedNaNoWirMo 2010: Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Writing Tips -1Writing TipsWriting Tips -14 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Okay, so writing. Something you are interested in? Well,
lets get to grips with just some of the basics of great writing. These tips
will transform your attitude from "How can I fill this page?" into "How can
I fill this page with good quality writing?"
Part One: Initial Idea
Why is it that finding an idea can be so hard?
Why does everyone else have the power to come up with amazing ideas, and what
are you left with? Nothing... Well, to you, that may be what it seems
like, but I'm sure if you dig deep enough, you don't really lack in
ideas, you just have a hard time bringing them to the surface. Here
are some ways to bring out that buried inspiration:
Base some ideas on real life events
Its probably the easiest way to write, you may have experienced what you are
writing about, this helps the mind describe the situation, it also makes it
sound much more realistic.
Use inspiration from other pieces of writing
ClaustrophobiaClaustrophobiaClaustrophobia2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Little Wally Wentworth was a fairly normal happy little boy. He collected monster cards, he played with action figures, he had a dog and a backyard, and a loving family. Well, almost loving family. His big sister, Amanda, was a nightmare made flesh, and there was oh so very much flesh. Even at the young age of 15 she was easily three times his weight, her stumpy bulbous legs creaked the floors wherever she walked, her fashionable 'hawt ass' pants stretched to the limit and her designer cardigans could have been used to swaddle baby elephants. And she knew that tiny, timid little Wally was terrified of her and relished every second of making his peaceful life misery.
Only yesterday she had declared him offensive for bringing a action figure in the car with the family on the way to the park, and when they had gotten home she chased him down, put him in the dark, cramped closet... and sat on his head with her enormous backside. Wally had screamed and suffocated, like he did
Thirty Three Percent"What are you doing?"Thirty Three Percent4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I think I finally figured out percentages."
"We learnt those in the third grade."
"Yeah, but we always complained that we'd never use them in real life."
"And you know how to use them in real life now?"
"Eighty four percent."
"That's the percentage of how many basketball matches you lost to me when we were kids."
"That's not fair! You're taller than me!"
"Fifty two percent."
"Is that how much taller than me you are?"
"No. That's the percentage of times you speak out of turn and get into trouble for it."
"Twenty three percent."
"Let me guess, that's how much I annoy you?"
"That's the percentage of times your mother told you she loved you when you were a child instead of the amount she should have."
"Seventy nine percent."
"I don't think I like this game anymore."
"That's how much of your heart loved that guy who broke it so completely callously."
"Look, I'm serious. Stop."
"That's how sure you a
DragonsThe dragons just kept getting cuter.Dragons3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I'd meant them to be scary, with snakelike heads and pearly fangs, but as my fingers gained more practice the dragons they shaped became younger and more innocent, their wings tiny and their eyes wide. Dull spikes lined their heads and tails, not yet sharpened by age. They lay on their bellies or sat up and watched with good-natured curiosity. They were friendly. They were sweet.
They were flawed, and there were a lot of them. I experimented with color and pose, sculpting the way others would turn a stress ball. Every morning I baked the newcomers in my oven, and within a week my desk was overrun. Rows of dragons pressed against my laptop from all sides. Some I enjoyed looking at. Others were a reminder of some mistake I'd made. Putting the horns on before the eyes. Making the legs too thin so it tilted drunkenly while baking. Not realizing that some clay changes color as it solidifies.
What to do with them all? I couldn't keep them even if I'd want
Writing Tips: Never Assume It's FunnyThere's a very memorable scene in Roger Rabbit where the title character almost randomly breaks out of his handcuffs. When asked why he didn't do it sooner he says that he couldn't do it before because it wasn't funny before. Now Roger Rabbit is a great movie, but that one joke doesn't seem to have aged very well. Since 1989, cartoons have become a lot more story-driven, a lot more in depth, and generally less gag-based. Can you get away with breaking logic or continuity if a joke is funny? Yes. Can you get away with having an asshole in your show who is nothing but a sadist as long as he's funny? Yes. Should you ever, ever do it, especially if you're just getting started writing? Hell fucking no.Writing Tips: Never Assume It's Funny10 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Let's start with the very, very obvious: if the joke you assumed was funny broke continuity, placed a character out of character, or could destroy the story wasn't funny... then things fall apart. It sounds like common sense, but I can see why some people need to assume that things are funny.