FinalFurlong
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Last year i came on the top 6 shortlist for a writing awards based around horse racing, this time around im determined to do better. It will be more difficult as im stepping up an age category but as the prize is pretty good (£500 for winner, £250 runner up plus a days racing in newmarket as well as the winners piece being published in the racing post) I have started drafting early, as last year i typed it in about 15 mins, scan read it then sent it off.
This is what i have so far for the opening paragraph, last year i did a piece about stable staff and how they really are the base of racing so i thought id stick to that but try harder as it is something i really feel passionate about especially working at weekends in a racing yard myself. I have a story line plan, things will twist at the end and i have a 1,900 word limit.
So anyone (teachers or whoever as long as its some constructive crit im not bothered!) who would care to give this a little read anything would be appreciated! Feeling rather nervous at posting this!!
He blew sweet warm air into my face, his graceful ears edged forward. Youll be great, youll gallop your heart out I know you will I breathed softly into his ear, patting his broad neck laced with muscle. He was ready for this, I know he was. He felt so easy the morning before, covering the ground in sweeping strides with more class and elegance than before, in a masterly fashion. He was so perfect in work, like a ballerina he moved harmoniously up the gallops, poised, practiced and profoundly statuesque. He was quite simply made for this.
I smiled to myself, feeling warmth inside. I ran a soft, ductile grooming mitt over his lustrous gleaming freshly washed coat. It shone like a deep minted copper coin, the flecks of sunlight from outside dancing over it as if even the world could feel my excitement too. I rubbed white chalk over his socks, the other grooms laughed at me for making such an effort for a £2,000 handicap chase on a drizzly Wednesday afternoon at Folkestone but this could be the start of everything. Even King Kauto ran in a handicap chase once. Bucking his smooth leather roller and vibrant red paddock sheet over him, I led him out into the parade ring.
This is what i have so far for the opening paragraph, last year i did a piece about stable staff and how they really are the base of racing so i thought id stick to that but try harder as it is something i really feel passionate about especially working at weekends in a racing yard myself. I have a story line plan, things will twist at the end and i have a 1,900 word limit.
So anyone (teachers or whoever as long as its some constructive crit im not bothered!) who would care to give this a little read anything would be appreciated! Feeling rather nervous at posting this!!
He blew sweet warm air into my face, his graceful ears edged forward. Youll be great, youll gallop your heart out I know you will I breathed softly into his ear, patting his broad neck laced with muscle. He was ready for this, I know he was. He felt so easy the morning before, covering the ground in sweeping strides with more class and elegance than before, in a masterly fashion. He was so perfect in work, like a ballerina he moved harmoniously up the gallops, poised, practiced and profoundly statuesque. He was quite simply made for this.
I smiled to myself, feeling warmth inside. I ran a soft, ductile grooming mitt over his lustrous gleaming freshly washed coat. It shone like a deep minted copper coin, the flecks of sunlight from outside dancing over it as if even the world could feel my excitement too. I rubbed white chalk over his socks, the other grooms laughed at me for making such an effort for a £2,000 handicap chase on a drizzly Wednesday afternoon at Folkestone but this could be the start of everything. Even King Kauto ran in a handicap chase once. Bucking his smooth leather roller and vibrant red paddock sheet over him, I led him out into the parade ring.