Alright, well here's how the adjective contest will work: -I will give you a boring, dull sentence, with awful adjectives -You will attempt to enhance the sentence -I will judge the best enhanced sentence, and award the winner a cookie of their choice Got all that? Great. Now, here are the rules: -The enhanced sentence must follow the original sentence. For example, if the original sentence was "The sky was blue", you cannot say "The house was white-washed, but the paint was peeling, and termites bit at the rotting cedar steps", because the house description has nothing to do with the sky -Nothing inappropriate -It's OK if different people paint a different picture with their words, but it has to follow the original sentence. Here's your starter: The roof is blue. Deadline is tomorrow. Good luck folks!
The roof is a rough and unorganized blue . . . the little tiles of darkened sky climb over each other, showing the color of the home's crown in a more rawly honest way.
The roof you say, the roof you say The tiled and speckled roof I give my safety And my family's safety to the subtle roof over my head And this roof I laid with my hand, blue in all its glory Has seen better days yet has naught sauntered to a stop And so I implore all thee To acknowledge above thee And take notice of the roof.
A cookie. I have every flavor and ingredient of internet cookie ever known to the universe.
Poetry... bah!
It can be in poetry form Note: New rule. You must use a real word. You can't say "uber pwnage", because neither of those is a word. Note: New rule. You cannot give an opinion; it has to be a fact. "That house is cool!" is not allowed, because it's an opinion.
The forlorn, yearning roof is a rough and unorganized blue . . . the minuscule and reluctant tiles of darkened sky climb over each other, showing the color of the home's crown in a more rawly honest way - each minute crack and surreptitious knothole in the creaking wooden shingles seem to fall under a general theme and purpose, aligning under the banner of the roof itself's deep, ponderous azure.
The roof is a fading indigo color, with patches of the lighter azure showing through. The roof flows like the ocean, but is too faded to resemble beyond the rolling of the tiles. The tiles themselves are laid out in a unique pattern, with many overlapping tiles in a dazzling display of showmanship. The individual tiles bear the crest of the family residing inside the house, a prancing lion with to cross swords behind it.
Not to many adjectives, but the picture is painted well enough.
Here, this doesn't actually count, but I wanna give it a shot. It's my thread, after all...
The periwinkle roof was teeming with all kinds of fungi, bacteria, and parasitic insects, such that the faded, once-navy blue roof looked rather green and slimy, and shone in the sunlight. Scuttling noises erupted from it whenever you touched it. It was slippery and disgusting, and several tiny cracks and holes were probably present, but could not be seen due to the thick coat of moss on the top. It was weathered from countless years of use, the once-proud centuries old roof. But now, compared to all the other new houses on the block, the ancient, cracked, worn, disgusting old roof truly looked like it wanted to be put out of its misery. A revolting SHLOP! was heard whenever you put pressure on the roof, along with a noisy creaking and squealing fit to wake the dead. The plumbing was faulty, and every once in a while a squirt of brown liquid would explode out of the roof with no warning whatsoever, taking a few age-exhausted shingles with it. And thus the derelict Mason roof remained, once a proud, navy-blue monument to progress, now just a sad, ramshackle, reminder of what once was.
The roof was old and battered. It had seem many better days, when it was first made. It's blue paint was peeling of the shingles, and the shingles themselves were coming off. Rain soaked through easily. A weak punch could put a hole throw it. One one corner though, is a patch of new shingles. Bright, blue, new shingles. Someone is fixing the old roof. Redemption! The old roof will be brought back into its glory, to shelter again!
