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 aging, faded, royal blue roof stuck out as the most prominent thing in the entirety of the neighborhood, and came across as quite tacky, especially when coupled with the bright red coat of paint on the front of the house, and it was encrusted with strange, almost alien fungi, inhabited by colonies of insects that were preyed upon by the spiders that took up housing under the minuscule precipices of each individual tile, thriving in the darkness and solitude, being hunters that stalked on their own. The light of day, our sun, the [/i]Sol,[i] as I like to call it, made the roof give off a near-luminescent reaction.
OK, the day is officially up! Here are all the submissions...
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.
by Bug_Virus_Of_Olympus
The roof is very sad today, It is a rather sad-looking roof, Wouldn't you say?
by yielee
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.
by thisisnotanalt
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.
by TSL3_needed
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.
by Moabarmorgamer
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!
by Eridor
The aging, faded, royal blue roof stuck out as the most prominent thing in the entirety of the neighborhood, and came across as quite tacky, especially when coupled with the bright red coat of paint on the front of the house, and it was encrusted with strange, almost alien fungi, inhabited by colonies of insects that were preyed upon by the spiders that took up housing under the minuscule precipices of each individual tile, thriving in the darkness and solitude, being hunters that stalked on their own. The light of day, our sun, the Sol, as I like to call it, made the roof give off a near-luminescent reaction.
by the_manta
Now...for the award giving!
Gold Medal goes to....
thisisnotanalt
Silver Medal goes to...
TSL3_needed
Bronze Medal goes to...
the_manta
The "I'm The OP So I Can Break The Opinion Rule" Award goes to...
Moabarmorgamer
The Poetry Award goes to....
Bug_Virus_Of_Olympus
The So Close! Award goes to...
Eridor
The Rule Breaker Award goes to...
yielee(all of the "sad" stuff was an opinion)
There were a lot of excellent submissions for the contest's first round, and I would like to congratulate all of the participants for their efforts. The new sentence will be...
The dog, a mangy, underweight and scrawny beast was a rather sad sight. He was brown, but missing many patches of hair, intermingled with what looked to be lice crawling over its' skin. It appeared to be what was left of a retriever, although its' golden coat was now a faded brown. It was extremely disproportioned, with it being long and sinewy but scrawny and malnourished at the same time. Its' face was scarred from many fights with the local packs of ravenous dogs. His teeth were a nasty, vomit colored yellow, and it was missing a good majority of them. His eyes were dark brown, but one had been blinded from a fight long ago, and now appeared to have grown scar tissue. He was missing one ear, and the other bitten clean in half from yet another fight. His body was gross and malnourished, with only muscle showing through, along with ribs. His legs were long and bony, but nothing really remarkable about them. His tail only consisted of 2/3 of it. Who knows what happened to the rest, although it doesn't appear from a fight.
Good, but "His body was gross and malnourished" is a little bit off. Gross is an opinion. So...just fix that. =) Btw, have you seen my new submission to the Poetry contest? I also posted it in Morbid Literature.
Believe it or not, in this instance gross is not an opinion. If I said Its' body was gross, to the point of sickening. it would be an opinion. But gross is actually a physical description, meaning grossly overweightor grossly underweight. See what I mean?
Oh I see. I thought you meant it was gross. I'll just mark it down as grossly though, so I'm not confuzzled again. I've got to contact alt and get his cookie baking though.
A lonely dog sat on the porch of an old house, where a man of fifty lived. The dog was grossly underweight, it's ribs showing underneath it's skin, it's frail legs blistered and crippled from never walking. The dog reeked of death and decay, it's mouth was torn up by some wild animal, and it's eye's were white as snow.
The ugly and pitiful dog sat on its porch, solemn and repulsive. A pang of pity washed over me as I took note of its age, a geriatric amongst canines. It seemed to have mange, with patches of fur falling out and thinning hair covering the entirety of its body. Fleas were abound, and some could be seen hopping in and out of the fur. As I looked into its tired and slow-closing eyes, I took note of the milky blankness in their depths, a connotation of its blindness. The elderly owner of the porch walked out and took a seat on the bench, reaching down to scratch the scalp of the creature, and I could tell they were both thoroughly happy with each other.
True story. It warms my heart to tell, for some reason.
Hang on, sorry for DP, but I need to make an addition that changes what could be considered an opinion into a fact...
The ugly and pitiful dog sat on its porch, solemn and repulsive. A pang of pity washed over me as I took note of its age, a geriatric amongst canines. It seemed to have mange, with patches of fur falling out and thinning hair covering the entirety of its body. Fleas were abound, and some could be seen hopping in and out of the fur. As I looked into its tired and slow-closing eyes, I took note of the milky blankness in their depths, a connotation of its blindness. The elderly owner of the porch walked out and took a seat on the bench, reaching down to scratch the scalp of the creature, and as the edges of the man's mouth curled into a subtle smile and the dog slowly thumped its tail against the maplewood flooring of the porch, I could tell they were both thoroughly happy with each other.
