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!
Oh, I see. Ok. Congratulations, Rysin. I'm going to give this one a try, ok?
The soda fizzled down my throat in a liquid waterfall of joy and delectability, the burning sensation overtaking my taste buds, and somewhat burning the roof of my mouth. I knew it would ruin and soften my teeth, but I could care less. The sweet, sharp soda stretched my senses farther than I thought possible, the sweet, smooth vanilla perfectly offsetting the tangy, berry-like cherry. I glugged it all down in one drink,and slammed the aluminum can against the table. I reached again for the mind-bendingly delicious soda pop. But to my horror, the can was empty! I sighed and fished in my pocket for change for another can.
I slowly approached my prey, wrapping my hand around it and closing in for the kill. I lifted the tab and... Ah, the soothing fizzing sound of a dying can. The soda made small popping noises when I put my ear towards it, and I felt a giggle well up in my thirsty throat. I paused for a moment, a slight hesitation. It was so perfect, this moment. The drink slid down my throat and I felt nothing but satisfaction of every kind.
As I reached the frost-cold can up to my parched mouth, I could smell a odd aroma arising from the cylinder. Twas not sweet, nor sour, but the smell was enjoyable. My taste buds rejoiced as a certain bite made my tongue recoil, but in happiness. The bite faded, and left sweet residue all over my mouth. Ahhhhh.
I slowly approached my prey, wrapping my hand around it and closing in for the kill. I lifted the tab and... Ah, the soothing fizzing sound of a dying can. The soda made small popping noises when I put my ear towards it, and I felt a giggle well up in my thirsty throat. I paused for a moment, a slight hesitation. It was so perfect, this moment. The drink slid down my throat and I felt nothing but satisfaction of every kind.
by Thyll
As I reached the frost-cold can up to my parched mouth, I could smell a odd aroma arising from the cylinder. Twas not sweet, nor sour, but the smell was enjoyable. My taste buds rejoiced as a certain bite made my tongue recoil, but in happiness. The bite faded, and left sweet residue all over my mouth. Ahhhhh.
by dudeguy45
AS it slid down my throat, the divine delectability of the soda pop became blazingly apparent to me. Its icy smoothness . . . its addictive tang. It was as though every molecule of the priceless liquid was an epiphany, awakening me to the truths of the Universe. IT transported me to another world, a world where the culinary mastery of the beverage was more apparent than ever - a chain of realization, bygone by bygone, neverending by neverending, all induced from tipping a can. It was better than heaven, better than happiness, better than love, better than sex, better than God, better than itself . . . the indescribable flavor of the soda was fallaciously tasty.
by thisisnotanalt
The light brown colored liquid filled my glass. As the liquid poured in, you could hear a slight popping sound, and the ice in glass slowly melted away. I picked up the glass, and put it to my lips, as I took a sip, with a mere touch of the lips, I went into a state of ecstasy. The soothing flavor of vanilla, and cherry mixing, as it slowly ran down my throat. The small, little bubbles, within each sip felt like a explosion of flavor.
Congratulations to our winner Soulhack, make sure to tell Insane Moat what kind of cookie you want(but don't eat it). Congratulations to the runners up as well. The new sentence is... The argument was silly
