I stood next to my cousin in an anxious state. Wearing shorts and a tanktop, which were suitable for the type of weather we were having there. Eastern Washington has always been dry, and unbearably hot. Even at the time of night the Suicide Race would begin. I peeked over at the fence that nearly bordered all of us. Whoever had a button that cost $5.00 at the gas station, could get as close as we were to the Suicide Hill.
It was hot, and all of us were tan and sweaty. Everyone cheered for the horses and their riders, that were unseen at the top of the 200, maybe 300 foot hill.
Screams and shouts swirled through my ears, coming from the carnival rides. Buttery popcorn, hotdogs, and cotton candy drifted hazily through my nose.
Music from the merry-go-round tooted, and little kids giggled in the fun house. Even from the low ground we stood at, I could still see the huge Ring Of Fire, a red rollercoaster that went either backward or forwards, all in a circular loop.
Just when I thought my awful boredom couldn't get any worse,a quiet "pow" was heard in the distance. Everyone cheered, and whistled, and whooped. The race had begun.
The thundering sound of hooves harshly beating the ground WHOOSHED through my ears in and out.
An erosion of dust circled into a dirt cloud, that looked as if it were hovering over the horses and riders, guiding their hooves through the rocks and holes. The dust on the horses silky backs turned to mud as they bounded into the rushing river and trampled past us with tons of loud thuds. Everyone, including me raced to the fence-line ( seperating us from the river and track ) to get a last glimse of the brave riders.
And I did see them, they looked like brave soldiers that just fought a war, mud smudged all over their faces, and war paint on their horses.
The Suicide Race has killed riders and horses, the hill is long and steep, taking the breath from the horses only to drown in the Omak river below. I happily ran back to the carnival rides, glad to have not seen any one in the race get hurt.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
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7 comments:
nice essay sonny. L.O.L. who won? was it the horse u were rooting 4?
it was all so fast i couldn't even tell! i m serious!
frenchy ur gonna b so good in the play!!!
hi marlee
Hey Marlee that is a really cool picture of the Suicide Race!!! I like your writting because you are very discriptive and it almost feels like I am at the race with you!
Your friend: Hannah Merrow! :) :P :D
Fix the font on this entry. :)
Marlee,
This is a really good entry because i love how much detail you had. it felt like i was at the race too. but who won? was it who you wanted to win?
Good Job,
Emma
font still needs fixin'
good story Mar.
did you do the photo as well?
xo G Ma
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