The one day deadline is up and it's time for the award giving!
*gathering stories*
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.
By TSL3_needed
The dog had a peculiar smell to him. Consisting of rotting, dead fish and spoiled eggs. It was wet, slimy, and dirty. Its fur consisted of spiky bunches of hair formed into needle like groups. The teeth were yellow, a foul odor coming from its horrid hygiene deprived mouth befouled the air. Its claws, overgrown with specks of brown on them. Its bark was atrociously flemy and non appealing. The dog slowly caresses his territory, looking for willing victims to wreak his madness upon when entering his territory. His throne consisted of foul trash-bags thrown on the street by a poorly kept Chinese restaurant. The dog there with its ugly, horrid figure, waiting for you
by Kirby998
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.
By Soulhack 117
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.
by the_manta
The pitifully repulsive excuse for a canine being was mangy beyond physical possibility. It seemed only to exist so it could wallow in its own ugly filth, its fur coming off, its eyes gooier and mushier than [i]Sleepless in Seattle[i] being shown at a PBJ and caramel convention inside an active mud volcano. Its very presence seems to induce vomiting - between the floppy, urine-drenched fur the animal sported to the tail that was so twisted it appeared to be a drill painted by Pablo Picasso on LSD.
by thisisnotanalt
While it is much taller than I am, the most striking feature about this approaching animal, is that it is bouncing on its hind legs. Dangling between the legs, its short, stubby "tail" is pointing straight toward the ground. Its smaller, front legs are held relaxed at its portly side - the oblong paws twisting outwardly, away from its decaying body. The coarse hair that covers this body is well groomed, yet it is difficult to discern from this distance whether it is black or blue. As the hungry creature approaches me, I can see that its snout is very long indeed, about as long as its body, with two large, round nostrils. It is almost upon me now, I can smell its stench through the mist of its breath. I continue to watch as its fang-filled jaws snap open and closed in rhythmic pulse of its bouncing gait, swashing saliva onto the pavement below. Guiding the animal are two beady red eyes hunting for my flesh and blood. I squat into attack position as I think to myself, "What a wretched weremdog!"
by yielee
My eyes seeth in the pure pain of a horid four-legged blob that snoozes before my shriveling toes.
by dudeguy
Alright, here are the awards and medals!
Gold Medal goes to...
the_manta
Silver Medal goes to...
TSL3_needed
Bronze Medal goes to...
Kirby998
The lolwut Weird Award goes to...
thisisnotanalt
The So Close! Award goes to...
Soulhack117
The Ouch! Award goes to...
yielee
The Minute Made Story Award goes to...
dudeguy45
Congratulations and good job to all of our participants! the_manta, I would say to go get your merit, but there is not a merit prize, so instead I will say: Mind-Moat is the chef, and he gets impatient fast, so choose your cookie quickly!
These submissions actually were sad and touching, especially the winner's. *sniff*. Why did I have to pick that as the original sentence? *sniff*. What? No, I don't have a sinus infection -.-
The new sentence is....
The cloud is puffy
