Across the Sea and Around the KotatsuSpringAcross the Sea and Around the Kotatsu3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Mom starts with rice. Japanese rice, one, two, three Japanese cup-fulls of rice grains into the cooker, because Sis eats a lot of this stuff. It's one of her favorite dishes, taco rice, and Mom's always happy to make it for her because it's the only way Sis will eat her tomatoes. But back to the rice. "You want to rinse at least three or four times, until the water's kind of clear," Mom says as she cups her hand under the cooker pot, letting the cloudy water wash over her hand.
Rice cooking's easy though – just fill enough water to the point the rice's covered, punch in a time (or set it to "Quick Cook," which with our creaking rice cooker still takes about an hour) and let the cooker do its thing.
Ground meat goes into a well-greased and heated frying pan. Break up the block so that it crumbles into fine little pieces, and do this with wild abandon, because this is taco meat. Mom uses any taco seasoning that happens to be cheap; most seasonings rack up t
An Aspie AnthemWeAn Aspie Anthem3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
only a little differently.
not monday.he shaved his head on tuesday.not monday.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her head was pounding but she held her breath.
she held it in and held it in, she bit her tongue and
pushed her caught breath at her barrier of teeth smashed
together. god, her head was killing her and she was so
dizzy and her lungs were beginning to ignite. she
needed to breathe, needed.
but there was an instant when where she opened her lips,
she couldn't breathe. her throat held shut, unsure of what to do
when her body screamed for oxygen but her mind told her no,
you should die. her body always won. it was all about
winning and winning again. but it was only winning if
you stood on the right side of the fence.
on wednesday he told her that he was going to get high, if
she wanted to come.
there were nights where she felt heavy and unsure if
gravity was treating her the same as everyone else.
surely her spine would compact and that would
be the end of it. but just as she was about to have all her vertebrae
crushed into a million little pieces, he
First some wind.. (Song of Storms!!)First some windFirst some wind.. (Song of Storms!!)2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Then some rain
All becomes a hurricane
twisters sweep the land
waves crash on the sand
gray begins to fill the sky
lets all play the song of storms.
through the land,
just reach out and take my hand.
Soon the storm will pass.
We'll be free at last.
Look a light,
see it through the darkness night,
the Hero of Time has come...
Soul awake every single night,
With their thirst for blood they ride the night,
Don't rush Don't run everything's alright ,
Because the hero of time has just arrived. With the instrument of time that he holds,
every villain will burn from to and fro,
This is what the gods gave to us,
the hero of time burns any curse.
Now remember Young one for this is true,
That the hero lays resting in you.
The cry of the graves call,
For the curse of darkness still Goes on.
As the song of storm plays every raining day,
the hero of time comes this way.
And every curse will be destroyed
for each step h
Forever Fades AwayOld dreams stink of soil and grimeForever Fades Away1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
They were entombed as time went on
Laid to rest with my naivety
Given time forever fades away
I wanted something to last eternally
Like the love found in fairy stories
Not the bastardized reality
Time slew a romanticized ideal
Maturation slammed the proverbial fork
Straight down into my perception
Puncturing my youthful fantasy
Though I suppose that was inevitable
What I desired wasn't remotely feasible
Forever fades as our essence dims
And relationships aren't ever certain
Yet love occurs all the same
Departed dreams should never be omitted
Even now they taste of soil and tears
Fortunately we dream them again
Shaped to fit and brought to life as new
The Stick PeopleIn a town called Rushing Water, there lived a woodcarver with no face.The Stick People3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When we were small, my brothers and I, Daddy would sometimes take us to visit her. We would sit there at her kitchen table, amazed, as this woman with no eyes – and indeed no nose or mouth – would pour out our tea without spilling a drop.
I was frightened of her because she looked so strange, so grotesque. All the other days of my life, I encountered people with faces – square faces, oval faces, faces round and smiling like the moon with slanted eyes or big dark ones or little beady bird eyes. Snub noses, Romans or long, thin, birdlike ones like mine. Yet here was a woman with none of that or any of the faculties that come with those organs.
As a little girl, I dreaded our visits to the faceless woodcarver. But now that I've grown up I miss most all the memories of my childhood, even the somewhat unpleasant ones, so I sometimes let them wander through my mind even when they aren't invited. So I remember the woodcarv
Patsy the Justice LlamaPatsy the Justice Llama5 years ago in Settings More Like This
There once lived a very selfish duck named Mr. Snoogles, who was the self-proclaimed owner of the valley's only pond. Not only was this duck selfish, but he was horribly greedy and brutal as well. He would tax everyone and anyone who would take anything from "his" pond and would beat anyone mercilessly who did not obey his laws. If you couldn't pay the taxes, you would suffer and die from either dehydration or starvation. Mr. Snoogles acted like a king.
The Valley Kingdom had endures almost fifteen years of Mr. Snoogles' tyranny. The subjects of the kingdom were too weak and passive to resist Mr. Snoogles' iron fist. Freedom was only an obscure dream for the good people of Valley Kingdom as they couldn't even fathom what it would be like. There was no such thing as hope in dark times such as these
It wasn't until a llama named Patsy came to the kingdom that times began to change. Patsy was a traveling llama who always wore a straw hat to protect him from any weather.
Writing 203: Nice to Meet YouToday's article is extremely important as it is key for successful character development.Writing 203: Nice to Meet You5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
KNOW YOUR CHARACTERS INSIDE AND OUT
That's today's lesson. You have to develop all your characters well enough they become real people. Except those with one line only, like Officer #1 or Hot-Dog Dude. Those are walking puppets to populate your world.
But your primary and secondary characters must be well developed, there's no way around it. Their actions must be driven by their personality and back story. Even though most of this information will never see the light of day, it is imperative they exist through your characters' actions.
If you need a character to behave a specific way to drive the plot forward, it must be planted beforehand and be in line with the previously established personality, it can't be out of character.
My process starts with ten questions I fished here and there and a couple of reminders that form my own Character Bio Sheet. I like to answer them in excruciating detail
Ch 10 Vampire!RomaniaxReader~ My Little Play ThingReader P.O.VCh 10 Vampire!RomaniaxReader~ My Little Play Thing3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I woke for the first time in days not coughing or in any sort of pain. I sat up, feeling completely fine. It was completely dark in my room but I could see perfectly. My eyes traveled around the room before I slid off the bed, my feet hitting the cold floor with a soft thud. Even though I was in my night grown I walked over to the door and proceeded outside.
"Where do you think you're going?" His seductive voice cut sounded. I spun around to face Alexandru, his amber eyes looking over me. Then they met my eyes. "You look well."
"I suppose. What happened? Did your guest help me?" I asked, then my stomach growled. I was starving.
Alexandru regarded my comment and the fact that my stomach growled loudly enough for him to hear. He closed his eyes and grabbed my wrist. I started to pull away when he dragged me back into my room. "He helped the both of us in a way."
Alexandru locked the door and turned back to me, "You're starving aren't you?"
Uta X Ghoul!Reader- DaisiesUta X Ghoul!Reader- Daisies 3 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
You weren't sure what you expected. There were a lot of more demonic masks than you thought there was going to be, but what could do? You needed a mask, and this was the only place you could get one.
The store was rather dark, you even thought the store could be closed right now, but the open sign was on. You didn't immediately look for "Uta" because you wanted to look around for a bit more.
Strange enough, even though you lived in the fourth ward, you've never been to the art mask studio, not even once. Since this ward didn't have many ghouls inhabiting it, you tried to not leave your apartment so often. Of course you came and went from your apartment, but only when necessary because you didn't want anyone to think there was anything up with you. You were barely seventeen, you lived by yourself, you had no experience hunting or fighting, you should be dead by now. But somehow you were still here.
You knew how to be
His Master, GoneHis Master, Gone4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He turns away, averting his gaze from the scene of his own doing. Clenching his jaw he strides away only a few steps for that's all he could take before his own body gave in from under him. The demon collapses to the ground, his eyes staring at the ground intently as if it may give him an answer as to why.
His throat tightens with unshed tears as his chest slowly expels all feeling except that of remorse. His hands curl into fists as he crumples into the earth trying to hold back the tears, the truth. No, he will not cry, a single tear shall not pass his eyes for demons do not cry, do not love. Love is that the feeling the boy left him with? This horrible invisible monster that's eating away at his sanity and all that he thought he knew?
No. He's a demon, he can't feel what humans do, that thing they call 'love.' He, Sebastian Michaelis, isn't allowed to love since he's never encountered it. Until now.
Glancing over his shoulder he spares his deceased one last look before the mise
beautiful broken things must stick togetherbecause she is a broken pretty thing,beautiful broken things must stick together1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and he is the little boy who grew up
Blank Character Bio TemplateBasic StatisticsBlank Character Bio Template4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Meaning of name:
Origin of name:
Socioeconomic level as a child:
Socioeconomic level as an adult:
Describe their dwelling/house:
Most important childhood event that still affects him/her:
Other memories/events that still affects him/her and why/how:
Past failures s/he would be embarrassed to have people know about and why:
Biggest role model:
Describe their smile:
Who does s/he take after:
ten things i hate about me.10.ten things i hate about me.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
i hate how sometimes i can't get you off of my mind. how when your here suddenly the world stops rotating just so i can look into your eyes and see where i think i'm supposed to belong. i hate the way i look at you like i expect something.
i hate how i push you. i push you to believe - in yourself, in me, and in us. you never will, though. and you've told me that quite a bit. you'd think i'd know to shut my mouth, but i don't. i'm sorry.
i hate the way i look at myself - like i'm not good enough for the world, good enough for you.
i hate how i believe number 08.
i hate how i live for your voice - for you to call me, to text me back. i hate the way i yearn for you to kiss me so i can see how even your breathing would be as our lips touched. i hate the way i stare at you all the time and when you ask me whats wrong i say that everything is perfect but really it isnt because im not in your arms.
i hate how i cant keep secrets.
i hate how you're so cool about ev
A British Chicken in New YorkWalking down the street one dayA British Chicken in New York2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I saw a chicken in a tree
Wearing a black-felt bowler
"I say, chicken, what are you doing?"
To which he calmly replied, "Hello sir! Fine day, fiiinneee day! I am watching butterflies for the duck."
"Oh, I see. Of course, of course." Then, "Ahm, pardon me, chicken-"
"Please, call me Andrew."
"Right! Andrew. Umm...do you happen to have the sports page?"
With some fluttering of feathers, Andrew tossed the sports section down to me.
He said, "I see that Manchester lost their rugby match last evening. Bloody rout by the opposing team."
"Hm, yes. Ah, chic-"
"Quite right, old chap. Andrew...would you care for some tea? I'm famished."
"A spot of tea does sound good about now. Some Earl Grey would be fine. I'll tell you about my time working with the British Antarctic Expedition."
"Oh good, good."
And we left.
Traditional Picsee Sleeping-Songin the mid-o-the nightTraditional Picsee Sleeping-Song8 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
the faeries take flight
on wings that they wove from the day.
and they'll fly and they'll leap
while you fall asleep
along brooks and over the brae.
for within this world
they have been foretold
is a magic so pure it's agleam.
their legend is true
and it involves you
and the places you go when you dream.
~ traditional Picsee sleeping-song
The Bracelet - Wicked fanfic"Come in."The Bracelet - Wicked fanfic9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fiyero opened the door at the sound of Elphaba's voice. He had never actually set foot inside the dorm room before – when he came to pick Galinda up for a date, she'd usually hurry to the door to meet him. He couldn't help smiling to himself. What secrets would he learn about her? Was she messy? Did she have embarrassing pictures on her walls?
There was nothing messy at all about the room, however. Galinda's side was neat, her extensive wardrobe lined up neatly in her closet, her shoes perfectly straight, and her pink, frilly bed made. Elphaba's side appeared even neater, but that was only because there wasn't much there – besides the book-lined shelves, she only had a few simple dresses.
Elphaba was sitting on her bed, absorbed in a book. She looked especially green in the lamp from her bedside table, and she didn't even honor him with a look to see who he was. "Galinda's not
His Master, Deceit 2His Master, Deceit 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Setting: our time, actual time, currently the time and space era we inhabit this very moment. Or, as some may call it of this very moment 2011.
Traffic was horrible, it was as if all of London knew that I was in a hurry and was hell bend on making sure I reached my destination as slowly as possible. I could go into a long recollection of how I attempted to outrun other cars, beat traffic signals and try not to run over pedestrians, but that would take too long.
To put it simply, I abandoned my car- well, technically Ciel's car- in the middle of a busy street and decided to run to the airport.
A bit out of breath I stride to the first entry onto the plane, the attendant takes my pre-ordered ticket and rips off the piece she keeps. Her large brown eyes briefly survey my body, her sight staying locked on my eyes before flickering to my chest. Sighing I quirked one eyebrow in a silent plea to continue on with my journey; I know I'm attractive, demons usu
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 37Everlasting Snow: Chapter 372 years ago in Romance More Like This
A cough startles you.
Someone clearing their throat.
It came from Jack.
You remove your head from his shoulder and look up at him questioningly.
His cheeks are flushed a bright red color, contrasting the pale whiteness of his skin. He’s still staring out over the city.
You sit up properly, his arm falling from you.
“Jack?” you ask, concerned. “Is everything okay?”
He nods, his snowy hair shining slightly in the light, the silver in it emphasized as moonbeams weave in and out of the strands, dancing amongst them.
“I, uh,” he chokes out. He’s obviously nervous about something.
“I…have something to tell you,” he finally manages to say.
You raise your eyebrow. “Yes?” you say, curious. Is there something else about Jack Frost and his extraordinary abilities that you don’t yet know? Maybe it’s a deep, dark secret. Does he really know about your secret conversation with the moon and just didn’t sa
Kwitnaca cywilizacja - PLDawno, dawno temu była sobie kwitnąca cywilizacja. Dorośli zajęci byli własnymi sprawami, dzieci rosły piękne, młode i silne. Cywilizacja była dobra dla dzieci, aczkolwiek nie zajmowano się nimi zbyt troskliwie, były raczej zostawione własnemu losowi, ale przecież różnie to bywa w różnych częściach świata.Kwitnaca cywilizacja - PL7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cywilizacja rozwijała się cudownie, mimo że chwilami było ciężko. Mimo trudności jednak wszystko było w porządku, każdy miał swoje miejsce w społeczeństwie i wszyscy wiedzieli, jaką rolę w nim spełniają. Rośli, rozwijali się i tworzyli coś nowego, pięknego, a sami także byli piękni.
Nikt nie przewidział, że pewnego dnia nadejdzie tragedia. Jak grom z jasnego nieba pojawiły się ostrza, które poczęły masakrować wszystkich, których
My Dear MeliaMy Dear Melia3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A wingfolk king walks out of his office and takes a small break from his kingly duties to give his mind some fresh air. He stepped out onto the courtyard located in the middle of the castle. Above him is the blackness of night that is littered with stars and the two moons of Shiose illuminated faintly in the sky. The light that the moon gave off gently shined onto the king's face which looked tired from stress and age.
He sighed and looked up at the night sky. At that moment a couple of wingfolk flew overhead and as they passed his mind seemed to go off into its own little flight...
"My dear Melia, so much has changed since you left us forever... The great war is now over, and the land is finally starting to heal. Bitterness and anger between the wingfolk and dragonfolk is slowly starting to evaporate. Slowly..Slowly, I am working things out with the people so that we can all live in peac
Look At Me- JohnlockSherlock, a little friend of yours stopped by - JMLook At Me- Johnlock3 years ago in Romance More Like This
What have you done this time? -SH
Well, he just stopped by to... chat - JM
Do I bother asking who? -SH
Let's see you guess - JM
Please tell me it's Mycroft. -SH
Wrong! - JM
Of course not. I should be so lucky. -SH
When do you think you'll pick him up? I just want to be ready - JM
You're going to just let him go? I don't buy it. -SH
Thats why I said I want to be ready. - JM
Doesn't this get old? The same old jog around the track? Why not, just once, kidnap
Anderson? Just to shake things up? -SH
I guess I should... This time, you have ten minutes or his brains are my new wallpaper.
Ten minutes to what? -SH
Get here. My apartment. He's crying. He still thinks you're dead - JM
God damn you. I'm already on my way. Don't touch him. -SH
Jim smiled and put the phone in his pocket. He held his gun towards John, who was forced with his back into a corner and his hands folded behind his head.
John couldn't believe it, or rather, wouldn'