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I didn't know awesomesauce was a real thing. What is it?
Here: Something that is more awesome than awesome. It is a modifyer of your basic awesome into a more awesome version.Got that from Urban Dictionary xD
*horseface* You guys, this is all about being creative!!! Awesomesauce doesn't necessarily have to be in the dictionary to make a good story. You have to write about what you think it is. I think it's applesauce that is awesome, but it really could be anything
Jada wrote: "Yay! I like the idea! Can I make it funny?"Of course!
Chloe wrote: "Hi peoples! I am judging a writing contest, yay! The winner will get to judge the nxt contest and come up with a prompt. Please keep your stories around 1,000 at the maximum. A little more than th..."
where i should put my story? here? ...
Good luck with that, BTW. My play is tomorrow-I'm so nervous!
Sooo... Is the contest still going on? Because I very well may enter.
Haha... okay... I still don't get what "awesomesauce" is...
Audrey wrote: "Haha... okay... I still don't get what "awesomesauce" is..."You have to invent it in your story! Geez, this is a creative assignment, people, realism will get you nowhere if you want to be a writer.
It was a summer day. You know, the hot, sticky kind of day that makes everyone tired and crabby? I was just walking down my street, on my way home from Tucker's Everything store, when I saw Jessi Morgan out on her porch. Well, Jessi Morgan was the crabbiest of them all. She was the Mean Queen of Huckleberry, Texas. As luck would have it, she's also my neighbor.
"Hey, Tess-Anne!" she called, standing up from the porch swing. I stopped, praying silently that she'd leave me alone. "My aunt is having a party tonight. She wants me to invite everyone I see, including you." she scoffed.
Wow. Jessi's aunt was something of a scientist celebrity 'round these parts. It was an honor to be invited.
"It's at seven." Jessi called as I walked away.
"Welcome, Miss Tess-Anne...and family!" Ms. Morgan exclaimed.
"Glad to be here." my parents gushed. They had nearly died when I told them they could come.
"You're invited?'" My ma had shrieked. "And I'm NOT?"
"Calm.down, sugar. Of course we are." My dad had sighed.
"Yes, you are. It's soon, so hurry up and get ready."
Ma had stuffed me in a tight pink dress, and even curled my hair. It stunk.
Once Ms. Morgan was gone, I turned to my parents.
"Imma go find some kids."
They nodded, but clearly were in awe of the huge mansion of a house. I quickly hurried after Ms. Morgan, following her into a room that could only be a lab. Suddenly, she turned around. I guiltily stammered an apology.
"Don't be sorry!" She chided. Guess what? I'm going to unveil a new recipe that could change America as we know it!" she whispered excitedly. "But stay hush-hush. No one needs to know."
I nearly gasped. A new recipe? This could only mean one thing...Huckleberry was about to get famous.
"And ladies and gentleman," Ms. Morgan cried, standing on a makeshift stage. She launched into a long explaination of how she came up with a new... sauce. We all cheered as she announced it was made of huckleberries and some other things, mostly vanilla, milk, etc. All she needed was a
"And I would like my niece to choose any name! Whatever name it is will end in -sauce, just a little heads-up." Ms. Morgan said."come up here, Jess!"
Jessi walked up to the microphone.
"Any name?" She asked with so much enthusiasm, it made me annoyed.
"Any name!" Ms. Morgan cried back.
"Awesome!" Jessi screeched.
Before she could choose her name, Ms. Morgan helped her off the stage, ignoring the protesting.
Everyone, including Jessi, looked surprised as Ms. Morgan dubbed it "Awesomesauce."
too much excitement, I guess.
"Hey, Tess-Anne!" she called, standing up from the porch swing. I stopped, praying silently that she'd leave me alone. "My aunt is having a party tonight. She wants me to invite everyone I see, including you." she scoffed.
Wow. Jessi's aunt was something of a scientist celebrity 'round these parts. It was an honor to be invited.
"It's at seven." Jessi called as I walked away.
"Welcome, Miss Tess-Anne...and family!" Ms. Morgan exclaimed.
"Glad to be here." my parents gushed. They had nearly died when I told them they could come.
"You're invited?'" My ma had shrieked. "And I'm NOT?"
"Calm.down, sugar. Of course we are." My dad had sighed.
"Yes, you are. It's soon, so hurry up and get ready."
Ma had stuffed me in a tight pink dress, and even curled my hair. It stunk.
Once Ms. Morgan was gone, I turned to my parents.
"Imma go find some kids."
They nodded, but clearly were in awe of the huge mansion of a house. I quickly hurried after Ms. Morgan, following her into a room that could only be a lab. Suddenly, she turned around. I guiltily stammered an apology.
"Don't be sorry!" She chided. Guess what? I'm going to unveil a new recipe that could change America as we know it!" she whispered excitedly. "But stay hush-hush. No one needs to know."
I nearly gasped. A new recipe? This could only mean one thing...Huckleberry was about to get famous.
"And ladies and gentleman," Ms. Morgan cried, standing on a makeshift stage. She launched into a long explaination of how she came up with a new... sauce. We all cheered as she announced it was made of huckleberries and some other things, mostly vanilla, milk, etc. All she needed was a
"And I would like my niece to choose any name! Whatever name it is will end in -sauce, just a little heads-up." Ms. Morgan said."come up here, Jess!"
Jessi walked up to the microphone.
"Any name?" She asked with so much enthusiasm, it made me annoyed.
"Any name!" Ms. Morgan cried back.
"Awesome!" Jessi screeched.
Before she could choose her name, Ms. Morgan helped her off the stage, ignoring the protesting.
Everyone, including Jessi, looked surprised as Ms. Morgan dubbed it "Awesomesauce."
too much excitement, I guess.
I'm Emma. I just joined. Here's the start to my story, Tracked.I awoke to find myself in a dark room. My cautious instincts from basic training kicked in. I began my survey of my surroundings-everything just horrified me more and more- the longer I looked. The floor was constructed of old poured concrete. It was splattered all over with something, that at the time, I carelessly discarded from my mind as nothing. I looked at the wall that I faced. A small locked window had been established in the middle of the wall-I found it strange that it was so far up, I guessed about five feet. I continued my observance. Old beige drapes brushed down the sides of the window. I shuddered as i looked back to the wall itself.
All of the four walls were adorned with what used to be solid black wall paper, but was now scratched and slashed. The vertical scratches started about seven and a half feet up from the floor and continued all the way down, thus revealing the bare concrete wall underneath. Curiosity got the best of me as I moved closer to try and figure out what exactly what could have made the hideous scratches.
Chills ran down my spine as I shivered from the cold and fear. The scratches- those desperate, pleading scratches- were made by human fingernails.
In the marines they taught me to be fearless and to have courage...but I was terrified now. There was just no getting around it. I tried to remain calm as my eyes flitted about the room- giving me every reason not to be.
My gaze landed on some sort of steel chair bolted to the ground in the corner. Mustering all the courage I had left, I crept over to check it out. Secured fast to the armrests and chair legs were heavy metal cuffs. The whole chair was drenched in the strange substance I had disregarded earlier. Up close, and to my utter horror, I realized that substance was blood. It was the old blood of a person in some sort of tortuous misery. A person with a personality, a life. A person like me.
Here's ch. 2:Horrific memories of the few truly hard times in the filed flooded my mind and paralyzed me as I watched my own horror movie play over in my mind again. I relived the hardest day of my life.
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I heard a shrill scream followed by gunshots. one. two. and silence. My body was rigid. I knew that scream. There was no mistaking it. i ran as fast as my legs could carry me- tears streaming down my face. I rounded the corner just in time to see my best friend I'd had in the field take her last staggered breath. Her eyes closed- fixed on me. That was the end. Heather was gone. I looked up and saw her killer- grinning menacingly and holding the gun he'd killed my friend with. He looked up at me and his hold on the gun tightened. "get lost I said." to my amazement, he turned around and took a few steps away- his back towards me. I thought I was safe. Suddenly he turned around and raised the gun. It was too late. I'd already grabbed my glock 17 and the shots left him screaming and crying as the blood flowed freely from his gunshot wounds.I hadn't shot to kill, I shot to wound. I wanted him to suffer.
Realizing what I had truly just done, everything that had just flashed into my life, my whole countenance zoned out. I was in shock. My eyes were unfocused and everything was a blur. The police cars, the lights, the sirens seemed as if they were in a different world entirely. It felt like something i had seen in a movie, but this was real, not a stage production. Worst of all, I was now the main character- the lead role in my own worst nightmare. [end of italics]
The paralyzing flashback left me nearly as suddenly as it had come; leaving me with my breath caught momentarily in my throat.
Somewhere far off I hear the ever so faint thud of a solid car door. They were coming. My captors, killers, whatever they were- they were coming for me. I could feel it in my bones. I knew that if I didn't act fast, I would be their next victim.
haha..and 3:My adrenaline was at full throttle. I ran to the locked window just as I assumed everyother hopeless prisoner had done. Size was not an issue. The window was fairly small, but I knew I could fit. (I'm about 5'9", but surprisingly thin.) My problem was clearly going to be the lock. By looking at it, I easily found out that it was a simple lock and could be easily picked. I reached for the only thing I had that could open my door to freedom- a hair pin.
I searched through my hair frantically, only to turn up empty handed. I tried to remember if i'd actually used any pins- I couldn't. I tried my hardest to remember anything- even the smallest detail about that morning. Was it even morning? Night? I had no clue. The last thing I could remember was taking a drink of water- and what good was that. A drink of water. A drink...of water...? A drink of WATER! It clicked. Everything started to make sense again.The water, the memory loss- it could lead me only to one reasonable conclusion. I'd been drugged.
i'll have to come up with a story before the 15th i guess:)
oh! I thought it was the 8th month.
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Once Upon a 2012 in a land called the World. A magical sauce was invented. The sauce did not just fall from the sky. No, the bottle fell first into unexpected hands.
"Ugh... I hate baseball." Gina thought. She then flew her hand with her glove on into the air to attempt to catch the flying object. Then it hit her.
No, not an idea. The bottle landed in her glove. She lowered her glove and saw the label. "Awesome....sauce? What in the world is that?" She mumbled. She held the bottle as she heard her name called by the coach. "Gina. Gina. GINA!!!"
"Oops! Forgot to come in!" She said as she runs across the field. "Hey, Coach. I don't feel good. Could I go home?"
"Ummm. Sure, you can. Feel better!" Coach said as Gina grabs the bottle of Awesomesauce and water.
When she reached her house and she ran to her room.
"What is awesomesauce?" she questioned as she opened the bottle. "There is nothing.... in....it? Except a note." She pulled out the scroll. "You have received the one and only bottle of awesomesauce! It is your task to fill the bottle with the real stuff. "
She ran around the house trying to find the stuff. She then opened the fridge and the answer proved itself to her. It seemed like the fridge glowed. She took the two bottles and placed them on the counter to evenly divide them so the sauce was complete. After she invented the sauce she took it to the press so they could show the sauce to the world.
Who knew barbecue sauce and salad dressing could make something so awesome?
Once Upon a 2012 in a land called the World. A magical sauce was invented. The sauce did not just fall from the sky. No, the bottle fell first into unexpected hands.
"Ugh... I hate baseball." Gina thought. She then flew her hand with her glove on into the air to attempt to catch the flying object. Then it hit her.
No, not an idea. The bottle landed in her glove. She lowered her glove and saw the label. "Awesome....sauce? What in the world is that?" She mumbled. She held the bottle as she heard her name called by the coach. "Gina. Gina. GINA!!!"
"Oops! Forgot to come in!" She said as she runs across the field. "Hey, Coach. I don't feel good. Could I go home?"
"Ummm. Sure, you can. Feel better!" Coach said as Gina grabs the bottle of Awesomesauce and water.
When she reached her house and she ran to her room.
"What is awesomesauce?" she questioned as she opened the bottle. "There is nothing.... in....it? Except a note." She pulled out the scroll. "You have received the one and only bottle of awesomesauce! It is your task to fill the bottle with the real stuff. "
She ran around the house trying to find the stuff. She then opened the fridge and the answer proved itself to her. It seemed like the fridge glowed. She took the two bottles and placed them on the counter to evenly divide them so the sauce was complete. After she invented the sauce she took it to the press so they could show the sauce to the world.
Who knew barbecue sauce and salad dressing could make something so awesome?
Lucky Ducky M! wrote: "HAHA NICE!"
thanks! I added it to my writing.
thanks! I added it to my writing.
“Drat,” Elsabee swore under her breath, pushing herself to never lose her speed as she kept up her roof-hopping pace. She just wished some of these crumpled and deserted houses had roofs so she didn’t have to worry about pulling a muscle as she ran for her life.Yeah, that would be nice.
Sliding down a slanting housetop, one of the many that reeked of inhumanity’s abandon in the Backyards since the Shift, she could hear the wet snarls of the Gorgons. And they were gaining.
“Elsabee, are you there? It’s getting testy here in town and the humans are sprouting word of retaliation...again. What is your position?” the communicator crackled with static on her wrist, sending tiny electrical sparks flying around her.
This is the exact reason why she refused to put on the earpiece applicator.
“Johnny!” she yelled, ducking under rusty plumbing pipes and around caving walls of the abandoned neighborhood, “I’ve got fifteen gorgons chasing me with a hankering for a new garden statue and I’m really not in the mood to hear of human ralliers. I’m about 273 blocks from city lines. You think you could hold them off til then?”
The humans and the Sirens have been at each other’s throats since one of them lured the President’s middle son to water a few weeks after the Magic Shift. It was a both a huge loss and a scandal as both the son and the siren chose to die in each other’s arms to escape. Elsabee saw no point in the bickering now after all of these years, and still grew bitter when she was brought to court to solve minor disputes.
It was times like those that made her wish she wasn’t Halfin. Half Siren, half human.
So she would take any odd jobs outside of city limits she could just to get away, no matter how dangerous.
“Gorgons?! Heavenly father, Elsabee! I thought the mission was to purchase some stoning counteractant in the Ancient region, what on earth were you doing in the Backyards?!” Same old Johnny, she thought on a sigh, calm as a tiger-shifter should be but once trouble spells, the claws come out and the worry piles on.
Heavy.
“Some blockheaded juggernaut totaled Sarah’s place. She’s in shambles, but told me the only other place to get it was from the very creatures one’d use it against. When they told my ‘disgusting Halfin fishlegs’ to eff off, I kindly informed them to shed a few skins so that maybe a guy would look at them before turning to stone in disgust-”
“I heard that you Halfined b!tch! We’ll have you skinned with your innards on a platter for supper!”
Crap. A gorgon dressed in blue struck down from the ceiling to her left, causing her to unsheathe her glowing sword, Mikey, and let him cut through the slimy skin until the thing could speak no more. Two more descended on her from opposite sides. Crouching low, Elsabee pushed off her right foot into a mid-air spin, slicing both jugulars of the creatures with her sword as she tried to survey the distance of the others. The two gorgon heads rolled to the floor mere feet away from their twitching bodies.
Great. Not only was there a crack in her specialized glasses, but she was covered in Gorgon blood with the rest a couple minutes away and gaining. These three must’ve been their fastest.
Grabbing the two heads carefully in her hands so they faced away from one another, Elsabee sprinted like mad for the city limits, dodging debris, which thinned out more than it did deeper in the Backyards.
Once she saw the glowing orange lines signaling a magic ward, she grinned, shouting to the translucent wall, “Elsabee Merryweather, Second Rank of the Mercenary Guild of Haven City, requesting single entry! Now!” She felt the magic crackle as the ward opened enough to let her through, locking the gorgons out, but oh, did she keep running! Not until she was well past the town hall and its testy gathering of protestors trying to be soothed by the ever sensible and extremely handsome Johnny Bane, who recognized her in an instant as she dashed through, straight to the Guild’s lab did she stop to rest.
Setting down the heads she extracted snake venom from their hair, adding it to an enchanted wooden bowl full of distilled lichen’s blood, permeated unicorn saliva, sorrowful vampire tears, grated phoenix feathers, and a dash of pixie dust. Hurriedly, she took her granite pestle, grinding and mixing the concoction together until it started to form a foul-smelling odor and glowed an ominous sea green.
“Would you mind telling me why exactly you decided to risky your life for a couple of-oh good God! What is that?!” Johnny, who had walked in from the doorway, covered his nose and grit his now growing fangs. She could see his green eyes melding into a strong and powerful gold. That of a predator.
“As much as I’d love to see you go all furry with your fury and worry,” she added a few small white pills, causing the mixture to secrete red smoke, “We’ve got a dispute to settle and some overgrown snakes slithering around the perimeter looking for their supper.” Carefully she transferred the paste into two silicon-lined velvet bags that were fastened to the utility belt on her waist, next to her knives. Then she gave Johnny a swift kiss on the cheek, “Now let’s get a move on.”
They made a deliberate move to walk through the town hall crowd so everyone would both recognize and follow them. Elsabee stopped when they reached the city limits ward, slithering with gorgons wanting blood, and turned towards the people, lifting up one of the bags.
“I don’t get your reason for finding excuses to debate every day, but, unless it’s a life or death matter, don’t bother my work time or else this could be you.” Taking a small amount of the smoking paste, she rolled it into a ball, whispered sweet enchanting words, as was taught, and threw it past the ward.
A blinding light erupted with a blast so loud that everyone had to cover their ears. Once the smoke cleared, there was a pile of unconscious gorgons and nothing else. The whole place past it was leveled.
“Antihistamine? Really?” Johnny whispered in her ear. Normally the paste wouldn’t leave survivors.
“What? You got a better idea for dodging those dang Haven creature-protection protesters?”
He shrugged. That’s what I thought.
“…w-What the hell was that?” someone said behind her.
Elsabee smiled, “That, ladies and gentlemen, was an ancient family recipe for angel hair pasta. Used to do a heck of a toll to your digestion. I modified it into a simple sauce-like substance. You can call it Awesomesauce.”
“Now,” She said, flashing them one of her most innocent smiles, “are there any objections?”
Jiminy Cricket! I'm 136 words over. Does that count or is it ruled out? 0.0 ...Hopefully it's still valid, too?
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Please keep your stories around 1,000 at the maximum. A little more than that is OK, just try to keep it short and sweet.
Now, here is your prompt...
Write a story about how Awesomesauce was invented!
Good luck, have fun, write on!