How to make Mitarashi dangoHow to make Mitarashi dango3 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.
The Mermaid's Song.Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray,The Mermaid's Song.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay,
Conversing with a bouncing lass, who seemed to be in pain,
Saying, William, when you go, I fear you will ne'er return again.
His hair it does in ringlets hang, his eyes as black as soles,
My happiness attend him wherever he goes,
From Tower Hill, down to Blackwall, I will wander, weep and moan,
All for my jolly sailor bold, until he does return.
My father is a merchant the truth I will now tell,
And in great London City in opulence doth dwell,
His fortune doth exceed ₤300,000 in gold,
And he frowns upon his daughter, 'cause she loves a sailor bold.
A fig for his riches, his merchandize, and gold,
True love is grafted in my heart; give me my sailor bold:
Should he return in poverty, from o'er the ocean far,
To my tender bosom, I'll fondly press my jolly tar.
My sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of May,
And oft we have wandered through Ratcli
Pretty BuildingsKey:Pretty Buildings4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Words = Gokudera's POV
Words = Tsuna's POV
There was a beautiful sunset coming then.
The sun is white hot and high.
I sat in the sand with my toes soaking in the water.
Two old men sit on a bench parallel with the outer wall of the building.
He stepped inside my lingering footprints and stopped right behind me.
My footsteps echo precious old memories against the walls after I come in.
We were alone.
I'm almost the only one there, and it makes me feel more noticed than I like.
I turned and eyed him.
Everyone stares as I walk into the elevator.
He looked down at me with a faint smirk.
Remembering keeps me from smiling.
And then he sat down at my side.
One other person comes in and stands next to me.
The lights in his eyes danced like the glow on the water.
A red light clicks on when I press the button for the tallest floor to which the elevator goes.
Minutes passed us by.
It takes only a few minutes.
One more memory Chapter 3One more memory Chapter 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ryeowook was pretty sure Yesung was crazy, why should he give Kyuhyun another chance.
I mean if he loves me so much then why'd h e cheat on me?",Ryeowook wondered as he walked home. The lights were on in the living room when he got home, so Kyuhyun hadn't left yet. He didn't feel like arguing right now. He silently crept through the kitchen and was almost up the stairs when he was caught.
"Ryeowook?" he turned around, Kyuhyun looked awful, pale and sickly. His eyes were sad and tired, his hair was messy, it was a whole new Kyuhyun. It had only been one day! How could he have changed this much within a few hours?
"Leave me alone Kyu" Ryeowook continued upstairs. Kyuhyun just stood there and watched him walk away.
Ryeowook once again retreated to the guest bedroom. He sat on the floor again and opened the box. It exploded with dust, it was obviously kept in storage for a while.
He looked through the photo books, taking minutes at a time to look over each picture, to remember wh
Swaying In The BreezeSwaying In The Breeze2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The sky was filled with grey wisps of dark clouds, the air crisp as it caressed her pale skin. She swayed in the breeze, her fingers cold as she watched the leaves beneath her feet, their colours golden and burnt red, touching brown and a light orange. They were broken by her steps and piled high over the muddy ground.
Her hair whipped around her face, catching on her parted lips that were a faint shade of pink. She did not reach up to remove the caught hairs, but left them to do as they pleased. Her hat was beginning to slip from her head although she did not adjust it back over her ears.
Dirt was smeared over her cream colour coat where she had tripped and a speck of blood was evident on her knee where she had scrapped her skin and broken her jeans from the fall. The tear marks down her cheeks were more prominent now in the cold as they turned to ice.
The branch creaked in the wind as spare leaves rustled on the trees, the rope straining slightly as she swayed in the breeze. Her last
Naruko uzumaki - Chapter 5Naruko uzumaki - Chapter 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After 2 hours of waiting I had this bad feeling like Naruko is not going to wake up
I wanted to hear her voice at least one more time ...
"Kakashi-sensei Naruko is going to wake up right?" Said Naruto
"Don't worry Naruto, just be patient" Kakashi Answered
(Come on Naruko wake up I can't stand seeing you like this) In Sasuke's Thoughts
Then I saw Naruko's peaceful face
"Naruko .." Said Naruto
(I can't move .. what is this sound, I'ts like the hospital ..) In Naruko Thoughts
Then I opened my eyes and look at my right side when I saw Naruto, Sasuke and a white haired man
"NARUKO yay!! you finally woke up" Said Naruto while hugging me
"Naruto I can't breath .." Said Naruko
"You idiot!! let her, you are hurting her" Sasuke yelled at Naruto
"Sorry Naruko but I was happy hehe" Naruto Replied
"So you guys are ok?" I Asked
"They are fine Naruko" The white haired man Replied
"And who are you?"
"Naruko he helped us" Said Sasuke
"Yes he is Kakashi-sensei" Said Naruto
How to make yakitori chickenHow to make yakitori chicken3 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.
Naruto Hinata's new identityNaruto Hinata's new identity5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Naruto/Hinata's new identity
Naruto was walking down the street when he spotted Hinata walking out of a tea shop "ha Hinata what you doing" Naruto said walking up to her "no nothing Naruto" Hinata said slandering at him "ok well the hokage gave me a mission want to come " Naruto said smiling at her "su sure Na..Naruto" Hinata said as they walked off to the far end of the village towards a building "naruto what's the mission" Hinata said not shattering once "oh right, there's been some disappearances in this area" Naruto said looking around "hallo there" a old women said walking out of the building "hallo were here to check out the disappearances" Hinata said looking at the women's long silver hair and blue eye's "oh right come this way" the women said walking into the building with Naruto and Hinata following her "so old lady you leave her " Naruto said looking at her "yes I do" the women said "here you two go put these on" the old women said handing them bot
Alternatives to Self-InjuryThese are some basic alternatives to self-harm:Alternatives to Self-Injury5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
1. Rubber Bands: Okay I know some people may still see this as self-harm, but using a rubber band is much less damaging than cutting or other such things.
2. Cranking up music: Whether is angry, emo, country, pop, techno, whatever, blasting music can be used as an outlet for one's emotions. Experiment and find out what works for you; it may not even necessarily be your favorite genre of music.
3. Pillows/Stuffed Animals: This was suggested to me by a friend. It may feel odd or a little childish, but clinging to a stuffed animal or wrapping one's arms tightly around a pillow can bring a sense of comfort. I was also told to try transferring all of my emotions into it. Believe me, this one works.
4. Square Breathing: Yet another tip I got from a friend. Close your eyes, wrap your arms around yourself if you have to and breathe. Count in to four slowly, hold your breath for the
Redemption .5 -KyuTeuk-Redemption .5 -KyuTeuk-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They continued on their way and Kyuhyun followed, glad to be asked this time instead of just dragged.
He felt bitter about not being able to eat food, though the upside was that he got to have the amazing blood on his lips when he needed to eat, and that was somethng that, while it would have grossed him out before, he didn't want to pass up.
"Yesung!" Leeteuk called as he neared the store where his friend worked. The store itself was a pet store, and thought it held a variety of animals the majority of them were turtles. Leeteuk wasn't sure why, but Yesung had always liked turtles.
"Oh, Teukie-hyung!" Yesung greeted him cheerfully. "I thought that you were going to be here a bit earlier."
"Sorry." Leeteuk smiled. "I got a bit side-tracked."
"Well, you order is ready and - oh! Who's this?" Yesung peered around Leeteuk.
"This is Kyuhyun." Leeteuk said. "A . . . friend of mine."
Kyuhyun didn't know what to make of the man in the petstore, he looked friendly enough, and he couldn't quite
Until death do us apartNicole watched how life was leaving the body of the person she loved the most. Her eyes were widening in despair and the only thing she could hear was the sound of her own scream. She didn't remember the ride to the hospital. After one agonizing hour she saw the doctor approaching her. She feared this moment the most. "I'm sorry" were the last words she heard before everything went black.Until death do us apart5 years ago in General More Like This
The day of the funeral was the rainiest day in the last 10 years. Nicole watched the people expressing their condolences but was incapable to move or say anything. She lay on the wet ground. She wanted to embrace her fiancée for the last time, even though 10 feet of dirt separated them. Nicole closed her eyes and relived that horrible day as she did every single day.
It all started as a perfect day. Mark brought her breakfast in bed and they made love again. In the evening he surprised her with dinner at their favorite restaurant. The dessert came with a ring and a wedding proposal. She started c
The Ghost TrainGather round, gents and Ill tells ya a story. I calls it, The Ghost Train!The Ghost Train5 years ago in Humor More Like This
This sounds like another goddamn thing Ive heard before: haunted house where a phantom train roars by every morning at 3:00 AM, but theres no tracks or anything. People research it and discover a horrible derailing disaster in the 1800s or something, right where their house stands today. Am I close?
Not even in the same rail yard, bucko. You wanta hear this or not?
Is your story true?
As true as every story I tell! Id swear it on me dear mums grave.
The mom that loaned you fifty bucks last month? That mom?
Well, she does have a cemetery plot up at Mt.
Jesus, just get on with it. You know you will anyway.
Ahem. As I was saying The Ghost Train! Along back in the 70s, this dude I know bought some abandoned ranchland down in Texas. It
It's Not RealIt's Not RealIt's Not Real7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The small boy stood, staring at the grave. Tears ran down his face. It wasn't right, it just wasn't. Nothing was ever right for him. His blonde hair was ruffled by the wind, and he looked up to the sky, caught in his memories. This shouldn't have happened. His entire life he barely even existed. It was all he remembered. He had no friends, everyone around him though he was strange. He barely knew his father. He had been forced to leave the boy's mother long ago. His mother had shown him only false love, pretending that she had cared about him, but always he knew that she didn't really feel it. She couldn't even if she wanted to. She just continued to pretend. It had hurt so much knowing that she wasn't able. So the boy continued to live without it. Then one day, She came along. She stayed with him, and she did something that seemed impossible. She loved him. She loved him and the boy couldn't understand. He had spent so long being hated and despised. Neglected and unloved
How do I...?How do I Conform?How do I...?3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1.To the norms and expectations of my family.
I'm sorry daddy, I tried to be perfect.
2. To the rules of school, the classroom, my teachers.
I just couldn't take it today. But they will never understand why I had to run out of class.
3. To the norms and expectations of my peers.
I wish I'd never told them I was gay, then maybe they wouldn't hate me so much.
4. To the rules of society and what is acceptable and appropriate human behaviour.
I'll just have to hide how I feel for the same sex. Thats the only way I'll ever be accepted. No one wants to be alone.
5. I conform to religious beliefs... God tells me I'm unnatural....or I choose not to conform to any. I don't think thats true at all, if there is a God, he made me this way.
6. I conform to the expectations of my partner. I'm sorry I'm not good enough for you, not thin enough, not attractive enough, not anything you want in a partner anymore. Who I love or hat
Dream One - The ArchesPrologueDream One - The Arches5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dont jump. Dont jump. Dont Dont jump.
My voice grew weaker with the strain of carrying the words.
Dont jump. Dont jump. Please dont jump.
Becoming higher in pitch as tears clogged my throat and blurred my focus.
Dont. No. Dont jump.
You turned your ashen face towards my own, the rain lashed down in heavy sheets, whipping your cheek bones. Your fingers were curled tightly around the metal rail, of which you were tentatively hanging above a dimly illuminated road, knuckles bruised white from clinging to the glistening pole.
No one would survive that fall.
Your hair: now drenched and swirling ferociously in the wind and rain still held its pure golden pigment, it twirled around your neck and shoulders with an air of grace and wildness. Your iced blue eyes met mine across the short distance
SoulmatesSoulmatesSoulmates3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I see her face when my eyes are closed
She lives in my heart and I in hers
My dark-haired beauty, my soulmate
A lifetime of love; given, accepted
Cherished beyond measure
A love so deep it creates its own space
Where none other dare intrude
A love story for the ages
But some stories are never written
Never put to the pen
For others to marvel and sigh over
To shine through the future as beacons
Of the truth of love
She died before we met
These are the great love stories never written
Lives lived out in the sorrow of the soul
Awkward Poetry"I crouched above her gaping maw, and with trembling spirit cast off the lesser parts of me! Eons of struggle, but in the end patience and cunning combined wiley forces to defeat her porcelain silence!"Awkward Poetry5 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Wow. What's your dad on about now?"
I shot Ellen a sideways look. "You really don't know?"
"He went to the toilet."
Her eyes went round. "Oh, god."
"...I chased thee! Through Perdition's flame! Round the rings of Uranus! Past the heaving vast pitch blackness of--"
"So... that's not the planet Uranus he's talking about then?"
"Fraid not," I sighed. "He's never been the same since the accident."
"Yeah. One of his poems got published in The Atlantic Monthly. Terrible mistake."
"...and with velvet roar I BANISHED thee to a watery grave!"
"He's always like this?" She was mesmerized.
"It's worse when he's... um...
Numb "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark," the cop's voice was sympathetic, but hollow. The horror of what he had just seen-the mutilated bodies of the child and the man, the remains of the car- were right behind his eyelids, threatening to burst forth from the walls of his memory every time he so much as blinked. "I really am."Numb2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It-it's not your fault," Tony's voice was weak, nonexistent. He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. Everything he knew-everything he loved-was gone. Just like that. "It was-I excuse me." Tony turned around, walking back into Stark Tower and closing the door in the cop's face.
Some things never change here we go again
Feel like I'm losing my mind
Shake it up, let it go, I don't care anymore
An Asgardian Promise Fear. Heart pounding, adrenaline rushing, pulse thrumming, limbs quivering fear.An Asgardian Promise2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Loki didn't know what he was running from, he didn't know why he was running, all he knew was that he was running, and he was afraid. Something was after him, something dangerous, something that was going to kill him. And he didn't know what it was.
He was alone, terrified, and helpless. He was so helpless.
Loki sat up, his shrill scream splitting the silence as Thor's arms enveloped him.
"Loki, calm yourself!" Thor's arms tightened around his brother as Loki emitted another scream, this one muffled by Thor's muscular shoulder. Thor could feel his brother's tears against his bare skin, not comprehending Loki'
Dinner For Your Beloved6:26Dinner For Your Beloved10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sesame Chicken from Golden Lotus for dinner.
You know some people use "please" when making a request.
It wasn't a request.
That's across London, Sherlock!
John, I haven't eaten for three days.
And whose fault is that?
The murderer. Keep up.
Oh, you solved it, then?
No, John, I have the name of the murderer but I haven't solved the case.
Alright, no need to get sarcastic.
There is every need. You won't get Chinese.
I'll get you Chinese, just not from Golden Lotus. There's the cafe right near the flat.
Their Sesame Chicken is too dry. And they drench their fried rice in soy sauce.
Then order something else! Or we could
A history of Snow (Loki / Frigga)A history of Snow (Loki / Frigga)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mom! I don't want!
- Loki! For once I'm asking you to get up early! And besides, I have a surprise for you!
Loki, aged 6 years, lifted the blanket under which he hid. He hinted his little face marked by curiosity.
If I tell you! Hurry, get out of your hiding place.
Little Loki made as fast as he could and prepared very quickly. His mother, the goddess Frigga, watched him with an amused look . After a few minutes the boy came out of his bathroom.
"I'm ready Mom!
- Oh, I see that! Well I think we'll can get your surprise. "
Loki was beaming with happiness at her mother's side while they roamed the streets of Asgard. Soon they arrived at the foot of Bifrost, the legendary rainbow bridge.
"Mom? Where are we going?
- Well, it turns out that you have been very good lately and that you work well with your tutors and with me. So to reward you, I'll take you on holiday on Midgard!
- For real? "
The child could not believe his ears. Even Thor was never going to Midgard. Loki
AnswersTony's heart was beating quickly, pounding at his ribcage as he waited for Steve to answer. He hid the panic and fear behind a cheerful and charming face, hoping that he wouldn't be let down. Rapidly rethinking their interactions for the past few weeks, Tony thought he saw a pattern and a definite interest there. But, his worries whispered, it could just be the polite and thoughtful way that Steve acted. There could be nothing there and he could be ruining one of the few good friendships he had.Answers2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What do you want it to mean, Tony?" Steve asked, catching the barest hints of Tony's inner turmoil. He'd learned to read the genius, to see the emotions lurking deep in his eyes or the twitch of his mouth.
"Now that's not playing fair, Cap," Tony said lightly, taking a sip of his wine. "I asked first."
Steve saw a slight tremor in Tony's hand and realized the brunette was expecting him to brush it off, brush him off. Suddenly, all the veiled references to 40's politeness and chivalry made sens
Dear CharlesCharles.Dear Charles2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I never meant to hurt you. You are the last thing on this planet I want to hurt you and your childlike belief in the good in all humans. I never wanted to hurt you. But I did.
I should have listened to you, dear friend. I should have taken the helmet off, I should have let you in my mind, as I had so many times before. But I couldn't. I couldn't stop my selfish desires. I let my lust for revenge get in the way of my love for you. And for that, I am sorry. I am truly sorry.
You claimed to know everything about me, once. Was it true? Did you know the way that your presence affected me? Could you tell that when you walked into a room, your radiant innocence shining, my heart skipped a beat? Could you tell that you invaded my thoughts, even as I lay with women you'll never meet? Could you tell that I loved you, even before you invited me into your hous
The Death of a Living LegendThe Death of a Living Legend2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
((so I only wrote Steve's P.O.V's kay? The rest are from the users in the bottom (with slight altercations), you'll see 'em. These were all based off a RP journal that there's a link to down below~))
Steves feet were dragging- no this wouldn't happen. No. His arms were sore from all the hits he had to take and all the hits he had to give, all the blows thrown out of nowhere yet hitting everywhere. These enemies fought dirty, like cowards. Though Steve would never stoop to there level even if it meant-- too late. A blow to the head, "A-Ah.." a punctured organ- ouch that looked important, "GAH!" Now, a few broken ribs, two, three-- five! "Nn... ah...hah..." his breathing was weakening, he held his shield close as he looked around. Out numbered. He was the only one there for the mean time, everyone else was on there way, Tony half way across the world, Bruce somewhere in hiding, Thor in Asgard, Natasha in Estonia, Clint at the S.H.I.E.L.D head quarters